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 Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 7:16 am
[Created character: Bereck of green Berath]
He could never have crossed the room in time to save her, but that didn’t stop cold guilt surging through him after the initial shock of hearing her scream, and seeing the wher cuff her throat out. Sesina, sixteen just a month ago; he had always scolded her for mooning too much over the male apprentices but she had been bright and kind and promising. Now she was dead. He knew there wasn’t a thing he or any healer could do to save from a wound like that even if he could get past the wher to reach her, but that didn’t alter how he felt. He should have been able to do something.
Why were they doing this? He was all for colour equality, of course he was, he rode a ‘mere’ green but to go about it like this? The utter disregard for life shown by the revolutionaries he had run into so far sickened him beyond words. He didn’t want to fight them, he didn’t want to fight anyone, but if it was a choice between that and letting more innocents like Sesina die then it was no choice at all. He would fight people, hurt people, and might end up killing them if the situation demanded it.
He couldn’t believe he had just contemplated taking somebody’s life as a viable option in the immediate future.
It was unreal, all of this was; it was like a nightmare, and he might have thought it was one if he hadn’t already taken several very real punches. He should never have gone to see the demonstration, no matter how much the old technology fascinated him; he belonged here, he didn't have time to indulge himself like that. If he had been around maybe he could have kept order here in the infirmary, kept everyone together, kept them safe. All the patients from this ward – all capable of getting out of bed – had fled and scattered. His apprentices had scattered too, and the journeymen had scattered after them to try to bring them back, and so now he was alone, and he hadn’t saved Sesina.
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Bereck: Uncomfortably close to 50
HP: 35/35
Attack: 1d6+2
Defence: 1d4+2
Accuracy: -3
Items: None
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[NPC: Inyad, wherhandler]
The wher’s handler took advantage of the healer’s distraction, breaking away and running down the line of beds to the door. “Insk, get ‘im!” he barked as he dived through into the next section of the infirmary, and having had quite enough of getting hit himself he quickly slammed the door behind him. After a moment of thought he shoved a bed in front of it and then sat down on the edge of it with his eyes closed. He hoped the healer wasn’t too much of a screamer, or that if he was Insk took him out as quickly as he had the girl. Their cause was just, but that didn’t mean the pursuit of it was pleasant; the sooner he could go home to Benden and have a stiff drink or ten the happier he would be.
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Inyad: 20
HP: 25/25
Attack: 1d6+1
Defence: 1d4+1
Accuracy: -3
Items: None
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TawnyAngel rolled 1 8-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 7:19 am
[Insk: Attacking Bereck]
The blood of the young female was hot in his mouth, and he would have loved to stay and feast upon her, but his Master ordered otherwise. Probably clever, the brown considered as he turned to face his new mark; this one would not have allowed him to eat in peace, and once it was dead as well he would have two meals. The young one was probably sweeter, but the old male would done fine if he was still hungry afterwards.
Roaring a challenge to the human, Insk unsheathed his claws and leapt.
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Insk: Brown wher
HP: 40/40
Attack: 1d8+2
Defence: 1d6+2
Accuracy: -5
Damage: 4 + 2 = 6
Accuracy: 6 - 5 = 1 HIT
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TawnyAngel rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 7:27 am
[Bereck: Defending]
He realised he had been standing staring dumbly at Sesina's body for far too long when the door slammed shut, and he heard the screech of something being shoved across the floor outside.
So now he was alone with a large wher, and without an escape route.
Looked like he probably wouldn't have to worry about killing anyone after all.
Much as the odds of his survival were slim he wasn't the sort to just stand there and accept his fate; as the brown sprang at him Bereck dived sideways, trying to get out of reach of those huge talons.
While he managed to evade the worst of it the wher's claws still caught his shoulder, ripping through the tough riding jacket he'd put on for the trip to Benden and scoring his flesh. This was not good, not in the least.
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Bereck: Uncomfortably close to 50
HP: 33/35
Attack: 1d6+2
Defence: 1d4+2
Accuracy: -3
Items: None
Defence: 2 + 2 = 4
Damage taken: 6 - 4 = 2
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TawnyAngel rolled 1 8-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 7:41 am
[Insk: Attacking Bereck]
Oooh, the male was quicker than he had expected! His claws clipped the human, but it moved out of the way of his leap and his momentum made his sail on past and crash into a bed. Roaring and spinning around the brown charged again; this might be some sport after all!
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Insk: Brown wher
HP: 40/40
Attack: 1d8+2
Defence: 1d6+2
Accuracy: -5
Damage: 7 + 2 = 9
Accuracy: 9 - 5 = 4 HIT
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TawnyAngel rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 7:52 am
[Bereck: defending]
Bereck didn’t respond to the wher’s taunt; he was a bit busy trying to vault over a bed to escape its second rush. Once again he got away from the worst of it but once again he felt the claws' sting; down his back this time.
Exactly how long could he keep this up? If only he could get a moment away from it to look for something he could use as a weapon, or to try to kick the door open! Maybe if he could keep this up long enough the wher would get tired first and he could... do something; right now it was a little hard to plan beyond keeping out of the way of the next strike.
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Bereck: Uncomfortably close to 50
HP: 30/35
Attack: 1d6+2
Defence: 1d4+2
Accuracy: -3
Items: None
Defence: 4 + 2 = 6
Damage taken: 9 - 6 = 3
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TawnyAngel rolled 1 8-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 8:33 am
[Insk: attacking Bereck]
He had almost caught hold of him that time! If he could pin him, he had him, but he might let him run around a bit more first anyway; the human had no claws, but it could still damage his eyes with its hands if he pinned it while it was still strong. Cuff it and bleed it a bit more, because it was safer like that and because it was fun!
Lips pulled back and eyes spinning swirls of blue and red, Insk bounded around in front of the retreating healer and lashed out again with his claws.
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Insk: Brown wher
HP: 40/40
Attack: 1d8+2
Defence: 1d6+2
Accuracy: -5
Damage: 4 + 2 = 6
Accuracy: 6 - 5 = 1 HIT
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TawnyAngel rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 8:42 am
[Bereck: Attacking Insk]
He hadn’t expected the wher to come around in front of him, and caught off guard he didn’t have time to get out of the way this time; his raised his arms to cover his face, but the claws ripped down his side. Even as he stumbled back a pace with a cry of shock and pain he felt the blood start to flow.
The wher looked like it was grinning at him.
Teeth gritted in anger and pain, Bereck tried to kick it in the face; this beast had killed his apprentice but it would not kill him too without some injuries to remember him by.
That was the idea anyway; his foot connected alright but the blow was glancing, and didn't seem to bother the wher in the least.
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Bereck: Uncomfortably close to 50
HP: 24/35
Attack: 1d6+2
Defence: 1d4+2
Accuracy: -3
Items: None
MISS
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TawnyAngel rolled 1 8-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 11:32 am
[Insk: Attacking Bereck]
!!!
The human had actually attacked him!
It hadn't hurt, but it did surprise him. Once he was finished being surprised, he was amused. he purred, stalking around the human for a couple of moments before choosing its left thigh as his next target and rushing forward again.
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Insk: Brown wher
HP: 40/40
Attack: 1d8+2
Defence: 1d6+2
Accuracy: -5
MISS!
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TawnyAngel rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 11:34 am
[Bereck: Attacking Insk]
He was ready for the charge this time, and waited until the last possible moment to dodge, trying to kick the wher as it went past. If he was really lucky he might catch it in the eye.
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Bereck: Uncomfortably close to 50
HP: 24/35
Attack: 1d6+2
Defence: 1d4+2
Accuracy: -3
Items: None
Damage: 4 + 2 = 6
Accuracy: 6 - 3 = 3 HIT
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TawnyAngel rolled 1 8-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 11:42 am
[Insk: Attacking Bereck]
That had hurt! The toe of a boot, just below his right eye! Snorting, Insk stopped to paw at his face for a moment before turning on the human again and snarling. Jaws open he threw himself at the impudent little pink skin; maybe he would eat this one first after all!
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Insk: Brown wher
HP: 34/40
Attack: 1d8+2
Defence: 1d6+2
Accuracy: -5
Damage: 5 + 2 = 7
Accuracy: 7 - 5 = 2 HIT
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TawnyAngel rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 11:46 am
[Bereck: Defending]
Right, so instead of half blinding it, he had made it angrier. He dived out of the way of the wild spring but the wher's thick tail smacked him her across the face on the way past, dazing him and knocking his glasses off.
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Bereck: Uncomfortably close to 50
HP: 24/35
Attack: 1d6+2
Defence: 1d4+2
Accuracy: -3
Items: None
Defence: 4 + 2 = 6
Damage taken: 7 - 6 = 1
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TawnyAngel rolled 1 8-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 11:51 am
[Insk: Attacking Bereck]
Once again his jaws and claws failed to find their mark; the smack he gave the human with his tail was little consolation and the brown hissed with frustration; he didn't want to play anymore, he just wanted it dead and it was running away from him across the room again! Bellowing his rage the brown charged headlong again, planning to shred whatever bit of the human got close enough.
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Insk: Brown wher
HP: 34/40
Attack: 1d8+2
Defence: 1d6+2
Accuracy: -5
Damage: 5 + 2 = 7
Accuracy: 7 - 5 = 2 HIT
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 11:57 am
[Bereck: Moving]
He had to get out of here. Sprinting across the room Bereck kicked the door, and kicked it again, but it didn't budge. Wheeling back around he tried to leap out of the wher's path again, but wasn't so lucky this time; it slammed him to the ground and its claws ripped into his already injured side once more, tearing another cry of pain from his throat. He didn't want to die here. He couldn't die here; people needed him!
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Bereck: Uncomfortably close to 50
HP: 17/35
Attack: 1d6+2
Defence: 1d4+2
Accuracy: -3
Items: None
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[Berath: Outside]
Feeling a fresh, sharper surge of pain from her rider the bulky green dragon who guarded the entrance to the dragon section of the infirmary let out an enraged bellow that echoed through the halls. she broadcasted throughout the infirmary, her mental tones burning with fury. She could not fit into the human side of the infirmary, she could not help! she called, her voice reaching through the infirmary once more. Somebody would help him, wouldn't they? They had to!
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[Inyad: Outside the door, biding]
Inyad gulped and glanced behind him as the door shook. No, no it was fine, the healer wouldn't be breaking out any time soon... and then he heard what he assumed was the man's dragon. Now licking his lips nervously the handler glanced left and right; maybe there weren't any Weyr sympathizers about? He hoped not, because he really didn't want to get hit again today.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 12:26 pm
[Created character: Aleck, weyrbrat]
Why in Faranth's name had there been a crate of weapons in the infirmary? Aleck didn't know and didn't much at the moment care except for there possibly being more. He was searching through another supply crate (no good, just full of hides) when a furious, frantic, familiar call jerked his head up. Only one dragon called their rider 'MyHealer.'
"Dad."
The weyrbrat rounded on Carltis, blue eyes wide. "You heard that, right? Come on!" He didn't wait for a response before dashing off deeper into the infirmary. No one was here in the main room; they must be in recovery! And with a wher!
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Aleck: 20
HP: 25/25
Attack: 1d6+1
Defense: 1d4+1
Accuracy: -3
Items: Smoke Bomb
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 12:33 pm
[Created character: Carltis, weyrbrat]
While Aleck pondered, Carltis stood a safe distance away practising swipes with his whip. Yes, his whip, he had decided he liked it and was keeping it. He was abruptly distracted from cracking his new toy through the air by the cry of a dragon. What she had to say made him start to scowl, but a moment later Aleck's made his eyebrows shoot up.
"Ooooh s**t."
His companion was off before he'd even spoken, hardly surprising really, and he took off after him as fast as he could.
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Carltis: 16 - 21 age bracket
HP: 25/25
Attack: 1d6+1
Defense: 1d4+1
Accuracy: -3
Items: Whip
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