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Wingsecond S’kor/Bronze Scarath/Riders – no one yet.(outside)
Age: 19
HP: 25/25
Attack: 1d6+1
Defense: 1d4+1
Accuracy: -3
Items:

Scarath
HP: 65/65
Attack: 1d10+3
Defense: 1d8+3
Accuracy: -6

It was decided. They would lead a three pronged attack on the Weyr. S’kor felt a moment’s discomfort thinking about attacking the Weyr. He shook his head. No it wasn’t the Weyr, it was those who sought to take over it. Wherhandlers and all those who sided with them. D’lin and N’mol were leading the other two groups. The wingsecond had managed to gather a number of people to join his group. A quick talk earlier with the other two leaders decided him to take back the infirmary. They would need it for the injured, and it was better in their hands than that of handlers.

S’kor moved swiftly toward his goal. He wasn’t going to sulk through the Weyr like he didn’t belong. A glance at the dragon moving beside made him grin. No way was Scarath going to be able to hide. They had a purpose, and were going to accomplish it; one way or another. In the back of his mind though, he worried. It had been awhile since he’d heard from Optheli. He hoped she was alright.

Scarath paced beside His proudly. This was his Weyr, his home. No puny whers were going to make him leave. His eyes flashed angry red as he looked for a target foolish enough to confront him. The large dragon glanced at the others following him.

Wingrider N’ras/Brown Tashyth/Handlers – no one yet(outside) (not for consideration)
Age: 30
HP: 30/30
Attack: 1d6+2
Defense: 1d4+2
Accuracy: -3
Items:

Tashyth
HP: 60/60
Attack: 1d10+2
Defense: 1d8+2
Accuracy: -6

N’ras strolled leisurely along his route. His arms were crossed. He was suppose to intercept any dragon and riders coming toward the infirmary that didn’t belong to the handlers. His brown paced irritatedly beside him. They both wanted power. More power than the old system would give them. At least this way he could get in good with the handlers, and then get power over some of the stupider ones. So what if there had been some marks exchanged? He didn’t see that it mattered. See anything Tashyth? Just waiting around was boring. When fighting Thread, from the start of Fall to the end there was action, danger, and thrills.

The brown rumbled his disgust. He hadn’t entirely approved of his rider’s methods, but went along anyhow. Was power over whers any better than no power at all? Tashyth felt they could have risen to wingsecond at least. He was more than willing to try for Weyrleader whenever the chance arose. Flaring his wings he raised up onto his hind legs. No Mine.

Wingrider Fi'o/Brown Ivanhoth/Handlers - Not Fighting Yet (Fi'o inside; Ivanhoth outside)

Already extensively marked by recent, freshly-treated wounds, Ivanhoth was also stationed outside the infirmary, but not by assignment or even specifically as guard duty. He'd placed himself there, because His was currently inside, having given in to his fussing insistence that she rest and recover from the fights they'd endured thus far. Fi'o was in relatively good shape, all things considered, but she was running herself ragged, and needed to rest if they were to continue fighting effectively.

The small brown would have been right inside with her if he could have been, but unfortunately, that wasn't an option. Instead, he lay beside the building, tail flicking behind him and his half-open eyes colored yellow. He was anxious, though less so in the presence of their allies, especially the whers. He crooned amiably at the blue who was on guard outside while his rider dozed fitfully within.

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Fi'o: 30/30
Attack: 1d6+2
Defense: 1d4+2
Accuracy: -3
Items: None

Ivanhoth: 60/60
Attack: 1d10+2
Defense: 1d8+2
Accuracy: -6

[Wingrider K'ro/Green Viridith/Riders - Not fighting yet]

He wasn't happy about this. He didn't like fighting, never had despite what some might think due to his massive size. This was his home now though, and if it was being attacked then he had to defend it he supposed. If not for Viridith's jabbing at his mind though it would have taken him longer to reach that reluctant conclusion.

the green snarled, swooping over the Weyr towards their target. Nobody took what belonged to her, nobody!

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K'ro: 23
HP: 30/30
Attack: 1d6 +2
Defence: 1d4+2
Accuracy: -3
Items: None

Viridith: Green dragon
HP: 50/50
Attack: 2d4+2
Defence: 1d6+2

Gauden
Introduction

Gauden walked beside S'kor. The sheer amount of people with him made him feel better than when it had just been himself and Ca'mil, but at the same time the fights had been smaller. With this many people, it was a guarantee that they would be fighting a larger battle this time.

Gauden flexed his fingers on his whip. He just hoped they were good enough to finish clearing the weyr.

What kind of thinking is that? he chastised himself. Can't do much good to lose, can it? Have to win.

He glanced back at the other riders and then saw several Browns heading their way. He eyed them warily and let a bit of his coil of whip loose. He had heard when he and Ca'mil had found the others that a Brown had sided with the Handlers and attacked their once-fellow riders. If the dragons weren't working alongside them already, Gauden wasn't about to take chances that any of the ones heading their way were allies. Better to be prepared for the worst, after all.

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Gauden: Age 18
HP: 25/25
Attack: 1d6+1+2
Defense: 1d4+1
Accuracy: -3
Items: Whip

(Ok posting order has been determined in first post. Dizzy can roll for hers when she gets back. I was counting it by player so that all a player's chars could be posted together. <3


Wingsecond S’kor/Bronze Scarath/Riders – no one yet.(outside)
Age: 19
HP: 25/25
Attack: 1d6+1
Defense: 1d4+1
Accuracy: -3
Items:

S’kor increased his brisk walk. They were close. Very close. He nodded approval to Gauden at his preparedness. To be honest he was a bit jealous the man had a weapon. Oh well he’d have to make due. He motioned for quiet as they neared the last corner. Peeking around he spotted several lounging around. What surprised him was the two brown dragons. He could only assume they were on the other side. By the Egg of Fardles! This won’t be easy! The rider waved his arm to signal the attack and charged forward.

Journeyman Wherhandler Kelbmor/Blue Kelbsk/Handlers- no one yet(outside)
Age: 41
HP: 35/35
Attack: 1d6+2
Defense: 1d4+2
Accuracy: -3
Items:

Kelbmor wondered at the sudden calm. Was it him or was something coming? He frowned and looked at the brown ahead of him. The dragon seemed calmed for the most part. He jumped startled as his blue cried a warning. "Shards!" That was one big dragon.


Journeyman Wherhandler Kelbmor/Blue Kelbsk/Handlers- no one yet(outside)
Kelbsk
HP: 35/35
Attack: 1d8+1
Defense: 1d6+1
Accuracy: -5

Kelbsk was determined to do his job. He whuffed and looked for strange heat signatures. The injured brown by the building crooned at him and he chirped back. A sudden squawk of warning was a bit too late as a large bronze entered the clearing. He gave another alarm as he noticed figures running toward them. That wasn’t right!