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The day of the jump, those of Malvren and Trine had been roused early and sent on their way. Each and every one of them had been drilled for those three days on what position the stars ought to be when they weren't making smaller jumps in time for practice. Timing it outside of practice had been expressly forbidden.

Thus, when the time came and everyone went through with it, the star charts had been accurate, the bu the information wrong and they'd popped into existence over the jungles of the Southern Continent admist Threadfall. It was a light fall, but caught unawares and in the open, the shock of the jump left them vulnerable.

It is the first day of their ordeal and not a one survived without some trouble - be it crashing through the canopy or threadscore from the danger above. The jungles are wild, untamed... long before the settlers had arrived, and injuries must be tended to.

Instructions

• With your first post, roll 1 4-sided dice. The numbers you roll determines the category of severity of injury, though the exact injury you sustain is up to the player:
  1: Minor injury, scrapes and bruises, concussion and headache.
  2: Moderate Injury, deep gashes, vertigo, sprains, several scrapes and bruises
  3: Moderate-Severe Injury, loss of conciousness, minor breaks (hands/feet/tails), injuries requiring slings and supports
  4: Severe Injury, threadscore over a significant portion of body, broken limb(s).
  
• The amount of time they will be lost will not be disclosed but each group RP that opens will last 1 OOC week.
  
• This RP will be open from December 19 to December 26.
  
• The riders all brought supplies - medical and foodstuffs (enough for 5 days). However, firestone was not among them and the medical supplies are simple things like bandages, a few ointments and salves, and a few slings. Casts, braces, and anything not included in the supplies must be scrounged.

Ca'mil wasn't sure if it was her own pain..or Cheryth's that had ultimately woken her..likely a combination of both and she was far to muzzy headed to try and determine that..rather meaningless distinction. It didn't really matter which one of them were hurt worse in the long run..they were one and the same.

'Mine..I hurt mine, you hurt' Cheryth whimpered nearly as soon as Ca'mil had opened her eyes "I know Cher..I know" Ca'mil tried to sooth her lifemate, although it was somewhat hard to do so with the pounding in her head and the pain radiating from her shoulder when she tried to pick herself up. Which was when she remembered. Thread!..burning and stinging as they had arrived straight in the middle of it, no warning and no time to prepare...and the results had burned it's way down her shoulder, upper back and leg...smaller scores had sizzled elsewhere on her back and from the whimpering of Cheryth Ca'mil was certain the crimson had not been spared either. Though she couldn't quite focus well enough yet to determine the full extent of the damage.

'You hit your head mine..when we landed' Cheryth prodded and brief flashes of what Ca'mil decided was more of a crash then a true landing flickered through her mind "ugh..Cheryth, where are the others?" Worry for her fellow rider twisting trough her gut

'Moriath of Malvren seeks us, her's is wounded' Cheryth responded her eyes wheeling slightly "Well..tell her that we're here but wounded as well" Ca'mil told her, holding a hand to her head and feeling a gash there - likely from the hit Cheryth had mentioned earlier.

'we are here' Cheryth responded to her fellow Crimson's call 'But mine too is wounded'

As if Timing it weren't enough of a disorientation, then there had been Thread. This whole expedition was feeling doomed right about now, and E'lai was beginning to wonder if they'd even manage to all make it back in one piece. He barely remembered the chaos at all--Eltimioth had veered sharply and he'd half fallen out of the dragon-saddle, though the straps had held true enough despite the Thread scoring. He'd knocked his head and blacked out, and, judging by the feeling in his left hand and arm, probably wasn't going to be using them for much of anything anytime soon... All of this went through his head as Eltimioth nudged him back into consciousness, a cataloging of sorts more than anything. It was fairly bad, but it could've been worse. He just hoped the others were better off.

There are others calling, E'lai-mine. Are you well enough to move? It always amused him that loud, brash Eltimioth became a gentle, considerate nursemaid whenever he was injured. This certainly wasn't the first time.

"I think so. Though let's fix up these straps--" He broke off in a hiss as he inadvertently jolted his left hand a little too much, causing Eltimioth's eyes to whirl in alarm as she turned back to eye him.

You said you were all right! the green said, scolding.

"I said 'probably'..." E'lai muttered, finishing his task. "Where are the others?"

Elsewhere. Eltimioth turned back to peer into the wilds, before announcing on a wide broadcast, We are near a clearing of sorts. It perhaps would suffice? Mine is injured as well, though he says it is only his arm that hurts. The green's last words were heavy with subtext, as if she didn't quite believe E'lai despite the fact that she could tell just as well as he what was injured. Nor was she unscathed, but she felt E'lai's pains were perhaps more relevant than her own at the moment. She was well enough to move, probably to fly, and that was all that mattered.

There had been some last minute discussion on whether or not she would be allowed to attend. But Ralae had put her fifteen Turn foot down and so did Zabreth. They would not be left out of this when the rest of their clutch would be going as well.

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RALAE! WHY WON'T YOU ANSWER? HELP! HELP! MY RIDER HELP! The small green was beside herself with panic. She stood over her rider's slight body, refusing to let even the trundlebugs near. She bugled for any dragon with authority to come to her.

Ralae groaned and immediately Zabreth was at attention. The girl had a deep gash across her forehead and burns on her body. Threadscores. She tried to open her eyes and move but couldn't get her body to respond. Za-Zay? What happened?

The dragon peered down, eyes yellow and gray with worry and anxiety. Making sure the girl was under her body, the green tried to stay calm but the confusion in her rider's mind did not help. You are hurt! Others will come. They have too! I do not see anyone near us. PLEASE HELP!

Don't shout! It hurts my head. Ralae tried to reach and touch Zabreth's leg but it fell short. There was blood and her clothes were in tatters and clinging to her body. To make matters worse, when she finally did manage to open her eyes, the flies were thick about her. They will come for us. They have too. Letting her body relax, she stayed still under her dragon to wait and hope that there was someone out to help them.

It was a slow waking, but it most certainly was not a pleasant one. About the only thing she could sense was pain, but it wasn't until she realized that most of it wasn't her own that Crystal's eyes snapped open. She was still strapped onto Argenth's back, but they most certainly weren't airborne. In fact, it seems that they had snapped quite a few trees in their abrupt landing. What had...? The sight of horrid green streaks covering her beautiful silver's hide brought it all back.

Threadfall! Of all times and places they had appeared out of Between aching for oxygen and warmth directly in the middle of Thread! They had done what they could to try to avoid it, but caught unaware as they were and with no firestone to fight back the results hadn't been too good. At some point when the scoring had gotten too bad Argenth had tried to land, but there where no clearings that he could get to and instead had to make his own. The hard way. "Argenth," she whispered, gently stroked the nearest unmaimed piece of hide to her. Argenth, please wake.

The silver let out a pained groan and opened one grey orb to peek back at his rider. I am here. You are injured, Mine.

Not as badly as yourself, she replied, not even bothering to look at her own injuries yet. Her dragon was more important right now. Can you move?

... Yes, though I would rather not. Argenth paused, seeming to listen for a moment. The others call out. There are many injuries among the group.

Lovely. Why had they not thought to prepare for such an event as this? They had been too sure in their calculations, and that right there had been their first mistake. What are they saying?

There is a clearing near Eltimioth that most are heading toward. Zabreth is in a panic over Her's condition. Moriath is trying to head their way, but she too is injured and she doesn't think her rider will be of much help.

Even without knowing the full extent of all the injuries, Crystal could already tell that there was going to be much work to be done. First thing first, gather everyone together and tend to the wounded. Tell everyone to stay calm and head to the clearing near Eltimioth if at all possible. Please also let Zabreth know that we are heading their way. You are sure that you can move?

Yes, I am sure. The silver slowly stood to his feet, but it was not without much pain. As if the thread score wasn't bad enough, he was quite bruised and sore from the rough landing as well. Traversing the jungle would be tricky business... Moriath, do head for the clearing with the rest. Mine and I will try to find Zabreth and Hers. It is best for us all to remain calm and gather together to do what we can. Tending to the injuried is of utmost importance right now. For obvious reasons that he need not state. Slowly, carefully, the silver began picking his way through the foliage toward the green's earlier shouting.

Crystal winced at the sharp pains afflicting Hers as leaves and branches scraped against raw thread scoring, but there was not much she could do at this time aside from silently supporting and encouraging him. They needed to get everyone together, and it was only at that point that they could rest and attempt to treat injuries. She could only hope that there was plenty of numbweed nearby that they could later harvest.

'we should go an help them too' Ca'mil considered after Cheryth had relayed the happenings of those they had heard from so far. 'You would be no more help then Moriath's I would think. You need rest...and we both need our wounds seen too' Cheryth insisted as she limped along in the direction of the clearing doing her very best not to whimper from the pain of her own injuries and further distress her rider with such noises. 'Argenth and his will help, they are wounded but not as badly' She went on further sensing her riders inner fight. Ca'mil of course wanted to go to the green rider's aid...but Ca'mil often did more then she ought and Cheryth could still feel the offness in her rider. Ca'mil needed rest...Cheryth would do all that she could to ensure she got it.

'Your probably right dearest...' Ca'mil finally responded as her eyes drifted shut 'Do not sleep mine, stay awake with me, we will get there soon and there will be help' Cheryth encouraged Ca'mil.

Argenth had never made any claims that he himself wasn't also badly injured, but the truth of the matter was that he could still move-- even if every step caused immense pain. Crashing through trees added to threadscore did not typically leave one feeling so well after the fact. He was pretty sure both of his front legs were sprained at the very least, but thankfully they were not broken. Thank you, Moriath, he said to the crimson at her offer. If we encounter any issues I will be sure to let you know. Switching the thought-speak back to the distressed green, he said, We are coming. Just try to stay still for now. Like he wished he could be doing.

I am so sorry, my love, Crystal replied, continuing to stroke him lovingly. Once we are all at the clearing you can rest with the others. She felt horrible that it was her dragon who had been the worse injured between the two of them. Of all the dragons that come he had definitely been one of larger ones, and avoiding Threadfall without any firestone to flame had been near impossible. He'd gotten scored merely coming out of Between.

I understand, he replied, though he nearly cried out when a couple of particularly nasty branches scraped against raw scoring. Oh how he wished he could just fly there rather than walk.

It was a few minutes more before the silver and his rider reached where Zabreth and Ralae were. Rest a moment, the black-haired woman told Hers as she undid her riding straps and very carefully dismounted (discovering in the process a particularly nasty score across her own right shoulder; Ow). Crystal hurried over to the dragon and rider as best as she could to inspect the damage. The sight wasn't pretty. "Ralae, it's Crystal. Can you move?" she asked, vainly trying to swat away a few of the flies currently afflicting the girl. they needed to get those burns and that gash cleaned out before any infection set in, but first they had to find a way to move her to the clearing.

Argenth was taking a moment to rest as instructed by His, and watched the scene with whirling grey eyes. Things should not have turned out this way. Where are you hurt, Zabreth? Are you capable of walking to the clearing?

The green's eyes changed to a pleased sense of relief before going back to worry for her rider. The silver looked to be in bad condition himself but at least he was mobile. She stomped in place but was careful not to trample her rider. I hurt. My wings! I can't fly. And I just flew so lovely. No more flips and dives. She mourned and looked down at her rider who looked so small and helpless. I can go. I can't lift Ralae.

The teenager looked up at the familiar face she had drilled with secretly over the past few months and smiled. The blood was starting to clot and her short hair stick to her head. She felt a vague headache behind her eyes and was afraid that if she was moved that she would lose whatever might be left in her stomach. "Is Zay okay? Looks like we missed a mark by a bit."

That did it.

Turning to the side, she dry heaved clenching her stomach in pain. Tears flooded her eyes as she waited for the older rider to help her and her beloved. There was no way she would be able to move on her own, she wasn't even sure she could move with the help of another.