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 Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 11:00 am
[This is an RP for anyone who wants to help with delivery of firestone for the riders. NPC riders (or dragons without a wing) will come down to collect firestone periodically to collect sacks from anyone on the ground loading them. This effort is being coordinated by a retired rider with a grounded dragon, who I will be playing. If you wish you can roll a 20 sided dice with your post; on a roll of a 1 you injure yourself somehow. Senior weyrlings are not yet flying, and so can only help out on the ground. Any attempt to fly will meet with IC consequences, but OOC you're free to take the risk if you think it's what your character would do.] "Alright, gather round and shut your faces!" The white-haired woman snapped to the gathering crowd of assorted weyrfolk, her voice as sharp and hard as steel and quick as a whip. "Grab firestone sacks and start loading them! Bring full sacks outside to the collection point, and don't hang around! Be careful outside, remember it's us the Thread's dropping on and if the riders miss a bit you could be dead if you're not quick!" --------------- This at least was one situation where Carltis didn't decide to be a smartarse. Grabbing an empty sack the big weyrbrat moved to the heap of firestone and started so shove chunks into the leather bag. Thread. Thread actually falling here on them. Despite the stone roof overhead his heart was racing. Thread. He'd seen the injuries on some of the riders, he'd heard of the searing agony the wounds made by it caused. Why would any idiot decide to be a rider? Why had he decided he wanted to be one so much? He had to be sharding insane!
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Spicy Dizaster rolled 1 20-sided dice:
16
Total: 16 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 1:54 pm
(( gonna do separate posts to take advantage of the rolling biggrin ))
Ailin
By now the routine was old hat for the candidate. It didn't mean he liked it anymore but with the barked orders from the older rider Ailin was able to move swiftly into action. He grabbed a sack and joined the others at the bottom of the pile, scooping stone as fast as possible into it.
The past turn living at the weyr had actually done Ailin good. He was a few inches taller and still retained that too tall appearance but he didn't look so much like a newborn runner anymore. Muscles had developed over his long bones and what childhood fat had been there was melting away. Ailin had gone from boy to the budding stages of young man.
Socially he hadn't progressed as much. He knew the other candidates only because he did chores and took lessons with them. For friendship he had turned more often to the weyrs harpers. He still wasn't sold on the dragonriding idea but he was becoming rather attached to Trine itself.
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Spicy Dizaster rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 2:25 pm
Dizzian
Dizzian was visibly trembling with a combination of terror and excitement. Thread! Right above them! By the first Egg someone could die just walking outside! She shied away suddenly from that thought. It was a little too scary. Just leave it at exciting. She could be excited! Sure they weren't ferrying stone to the riders in the air above them but they still did their part!
She was actually a little glad they weren't ready to join the riders in the air yet... she personally was not ready for that. Dizzian hefted her full bag over a shoulder and hunched over as she sprinted for the collection point. Her blood beat in her ears as her vision tunneled. She ran as if a tunnelsnake was on her heels there and back.
Courath was attempting to distract herself. The presence of Thread right above her was driving her insane with the instinctive need to Fight. She worked through her strengthening stretches, claws digging furrows into the dirt underneath her with every move. She knew her time would come eventually but that didn't make today any easier on the green.
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Mistystarshine rolled 1 20-sided dice:
16
Total: 16 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 3:50 pm
Candidate Jolene
She stood perfectly still, staring at the leather bag in her hands with a blank look on her face. What did they want her to do with this again? Fill it with stone? The idea was absolutely ridiculous to her. Not the idea of a candidate working, the idea of her working. She was beautiful, couldn't these people see that!? So Jolene did not load stone but stood there staring at the bag blankly, waiting for someone to come over and do it for her.
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Mistystarshine rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 3:58 pm
Excitement filled Calitra as she approached the firestone, bag in hand. It wasn't a huge amount of excitement, it wasn't like she was actually flying in the threadfall. But she was loading bags with firestone, bags of firestone that the dragonriders would be using. In those bags was the stone that they would feed to their dragon and enable them to flame. So in a way she was helping the dragonriders, which was almost like riding in the fall. Almost. Not really. Either way, it was something.
She only paused briefly to feel the stone in her hand. This little rock had so much power, this little rock was one of the things that kept them alive. It really was amazing. With a small smile she tossed the lump of firestone in the bag before reaching for another. Before she knew it she was moving at a rapid rate and the bag was a quarter of the way loaded.
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 4:34 pm
Dizzian
Dizzian practically dove back into the firestone shed with a shriek of delighted and terrified giggles. She was deep into one of her Ups right now and spurred by the intense need for action that wafted off of Courath she didn't feel like she could physically stop moving.
At least until she saw a girl with candidate knots just standing there. Doing nothing. "Hey!" She chirped and bounced up beside Jolene. She flung an arm over the girl's shoulders and gave her a silly smile and a stage whisper. "You know... That bad's not going to fill itself!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 4:44 pm
[Carltis]
Carltis filled up his sack and pulled closed, pausing in a half crouch to hear one girl encouraging another. He had to go out there now. It wasn't like he hadn't done this kind of thing before but when there was Thread actually falling over him it was frightening every time. Was anyone else afraid? He'd never been able to bring himself to look around and find out.
Exhaling sharply he grabbed a second bag and started to fill that too. He was big and strong enough to carry two sacks at once and it made sense; saved time running back and forth... and also mean he didn't have to go out there just yet.
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 9:29 pm
Jolene
Tag Dizzian
Suddenly another girl was there, flinging her arm over her shoulder and completely ignoring personal space. Immediately she tensed up, not exactly thrilled that someone she didn't know was getting all touchy-feely. With narrowed eyes she turned her head to glance at the girl. She was judging every inch of the girl based just on appearance, and she had to admit, part of her liked what she saw. This strange girl was rather cute. Almost as soon as the thought entered her head she forced it away. She was going to impress a queen, she was perfect, she needed to like men!
Deciding to address the girl's words instead of thinking about upsetting thoughts she commented, "no, no it's not." For a moment she considered saying something rude, possibly something snarky. But in the end she decided to play the innocent and say, "I'm not sure what to do. I put the firestone in the bag, but then what? How does it get to the riders? Will it explode if I touch it wrong?" With that she gave a bat of her eyelids and thought to herself, come on girl, do my work for me.
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JetAlmeara rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 5:33 am
Roscoe
Tag Jolene & Dizzian
Roscoe could have snorted as he passed the two girls and their conversation, the ones insipid eyelash batting wasn't going to fool him - oh sure she was pretty, very pretty and if she had been doing her part he might have even tried to flirt with her. But standing about asking questions like that just make her look silly rather then pretty...why did good looking girls never make that connection?
In any case he supposed that's what happened when you mixed good well trained Candidates and Weyrlings with the wild heathens of two other Weyrs. He'd heard all about the craziness which had taken part at one of the Weyrling lessons and it just furthered his beliefs. Not being one to keep quiet when there was something to be said or done Roscoe paused briefly in his work to skowl at the pretty girl. "Weren't you listening when this was explained? The instructions were pretty clear and if all else fails you could just follow the rest of us and do what we do." He pointed out. He wasn't trying to be cruel, not really, but his tone was clearly unhappy. No Weyr could afford layabouts.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 5:46 am
Aerith
Tag Courath
While Mercy was busy at the healing tables, preparing for any injuries which might come in, Aerith was making herself busy elsewhere, willingly carting supplies around for anyone who asked it of her, she might be tiny but she could certainly carry more then one person could and the white was not opposed to following direction from non-riders in times like this. It also allowed her to keep an eye on the younger dragons. and passing by with a load of firestone sacks she crooned sympathetically at Courath. 'You will be in the skies soon, keeping busy in the meantime is the trick to beating the urges.' She advised softly, a note of understanding in her voice. She'd been fighting the urge to flight since she was born ..and unlike the green who would eventually be allowed to follow her instincts, Aerith never would. She had been bitter about it for a great deal of time but both she and her rider had eventually resigned themselves to their fate and found other ways in which to help.
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Mortane rolled 1 20-sided dice:
16
Total: 16 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 9:47 am
Were the candidates getting stupider or had they always been this bad and Hekate just had never noticed having never been a candidate herself? Shaking her head she ignored the new girl and Dizzian in favor of grabbing a sack and rapidly filling it hitting her stride as she tossed the bag up for the those flying them to the rider's could grab and load them. Devith had chosen to stay by their weyr, his silvery form pretty much taken up by her horde of flits along with Z'fer's Klah. After all the bronzerider was busy fighting thread and needed to be paying attention not babying the little black.
Keeping her wits about her she lent half an ear to Dizzian's conversation and kept loading. There'd be time for chatter later. They had work to do.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 9:57 am
Dizzian
Tag Jolene and Roscoe
...What? Really? She raised an eyebrow and laughed, lifting her arm from the girl's shoulders. "No it's not going to explode! We use the good stuff here at Trine!" She gave her a sassy wink and a smile as she picked up another empty bag from the nearby pile.
The voice of a young man made her glance away from her current 'charge' and she turned her smile on Roscoe as well. While his words were gruff, they were true and she nodded vigorously. "Yep! He's got it right. There's not much too it. The stone's already sorted so just scoop it in and take it out to the drop off point." She pointed behind them outside of the shed. Visible through the wide doorway was a pile of bags being loaded onto waiting dragons and a steady stream of candidates and other weyrfolk running across the empty courtyard delivering more full sacks.
"C'mon! Time to get dirty!"
Courath
Tag Aerith
Courath paused in the middle of one deep stretch as she actually found a moment of relief from the tensing of her muscles. Green flooded her eyes for a fraction of a second as she gave a draconic sigh. She turned those eyes with appreciation on Aerith as the white passed. ~ Thank you Aerith. It is finding something to do that is proving hard right now. May I ask what you do to keep yourself occupied? ~ Even as she spoke the red of battle returned to her eyes. She could hear the hissing of falling Thread far above their heads. The roars and cries of injured riders and dragons and the stink of smoke and stone made the ichor sing within her veins.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 5:23 pm
Aislin
She might not be able to fight, but by the first egg she was going to be helping as much as she could! Sneaking away from Loveth had been hard but now she could at least get some kinda action. Smirking slightly, Aislin quickly grabbed a sack and started to fill it as quickly as possible. Two of her fellow weyrlings were there, she gave them a quick nod of greeting as she finished up her first sack and went to toss them to the delivery pair. MINE! Opps, busted. You better be careful. The worried tone was obvious but the red-head just grinned and started loading her next bag. 'I'll be fine. I'm only loading firestone, not running around outside.' A sigh. 'I promise I won't do anything stupid. Or at least try not to.' It didn't help with the worry but at least she'd promised. She usually kept all her promises.
The others were tuned out as she focused completely on her task. That is, until someone mentioned something exploding. Standing up straight, she snorted in amusement before looking around to see who had said that. Ah, a candidate. Did they not know much about firestone? Oh, well she hadn't really when she first got here. "That should be the first thing told to all new candidates when arriving." Aislin called out to whoever wanted to listen. "'Welcome to Trine! By the way, our firestone does NOT explode when you touch it, have a great visit!'" Another snort escaped as she heaved the now full bag up. "Best introduction right there."
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 5:30 am
Roscoe
Tag Dizzian, Jolene & Aislin
Roscoe gave a snort of amusement when the comment about introductions filtered towards him. "Nice." He called back in an amused tone while he filled a sack of firestone. His glance kept falling back towards the two girls however and he sighed slightly. "Seriously...the dragons don't care if you get dirty." He promised "Wait until you have to oil one." He added with an innocent look on his face before shouldering his bag and passing by on his way to deposit it. "You don't know what dirty is until your covered in Oil and Dragon grime!"
It probably wasn't entirely nice to be teasing the poor girl like this but really...she couldn't possibly be that oblivious, could she? Nah..she was just trying to shirk her work, it wouldn't be the first time Roscoe had seen a candidate who thought she was too good to help out.
Aerith
Tag Courath
'There is much that we can do, even here upon the ground.' Aerith replied 'We can carry a great deal more then the humans can..and faster too, it is perhaps not as grand a job as flying thread...but helpful none the less." The white shared.
'And when the wounded come in, many of them are grateful for a reassuring word here and there, once at Malvren the herdbeasts got all riled up with the dragons flying over head and I had to help stop them from stampeding over the cliff..herdbeasts are stupid creatures.' She went on, keeping up the chatter mostly to help and take the green's mind off of things then for any other reason. It was hard she knew to ignore the instinctive call, harder for those who possessed a fighting spirit - but she had developed a wide array of tricks over time, thankfully Courath would only have to endure it for a short time longer. Then she would be in the air and Aerith would be left to hope she survived it as she was with all the young dragons she'd helped teach with her's.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 6:23 am
[Carltis - Tag anyone with a dragon, or anyone in general!]
That was two sacks filled; being big and strong made him unfortunately efficient at this. Taking a deep breath Carltis hefted the bags one in each hand and dashed outside to the collection point just in time to see an old black pair land, grab a pair of bags, and take to the sky again. Carltis dumped his own burden in the correct place... and paused.
Looking up he saw dragons. A sky of dragons, turning and wheeling in perfect harmony. Flame sprang from their maws, orange and red and brilliant. Silver glimmered above them and around them, and roars of pain and of challenge rang in his ears.
After perhaps a couple of seconds the powerfully built harper snapped out of his reverie and dashed back inside the fire pits. "Hey, anyone with a dragon know how it's going up there?" he called to anyone who was listening; his own brief half awed half terrified inspection of the skies hadn't determined how well the wings were doing....
The smaller dragons had looked incredible. The way they swooped and twisted in the air compared to the big dragons was like a dancer compared to a lumberjack.
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