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Trine was not one to simply roll over and be a victim. The people of the Weyr had been burned more then once by the forces of the Wherholds, they had lost family, lovers, partners and homes to those would take by force what they called equality. It was time for Trine for fight back but everyone knew how fortified the halls of Benden and Malvren were : no dragons could fit and only the smallest of the whers could traverse the majority of human tunnels. In order to take back the Weyrs, the Dragonriders needed to resort to less obvious means.

The population needed to be hamstrung on a large enough scale to weaken them to any invading forces from Trine. The answer came in the form of a poison. It was strong enough to weaken the consumer for nearly a month, and if taken too much would kill the human. This would serve a two fold purpose – if the humans were rendered too ill to fight, they could not defend the Wherhold and the dragons would be compromised. The bonus, of course, was that if tainted food filled a human it would make the Wher more feral or reduce the dragon numbers… While the Wherholds were strong, their humans were, physically, their weakest link. The method was questioned for its plausibility and the answer came simply: name a society that doesn’t need to eat.

And so the volunteers of Trine were gathered and given their poison pouches. Warnings were delivered as the poison could be absorbed through the skin, albeit not enough to incapacitate the bearer completely. The attempt would be made at night in Malvren first… and they needed a distraction.

C'ross - +0 Tools
Total: 4, 4

If there was one thing that you could say about C'ross, it was that he performed well under pressure.

Only just barely two weeks a weyrling, and already he was risking his dragon on a desperate stealth mission into Malvren territory. Not that Nimith would have permitted it any other way. The size and shape of a large canine, Nimith was a blue-black shadow on his heels, moving like a ghost as they slipped away towards the beast pens. Human and bonded in perfect sync, both equally silent and stealthy as they approached their destination.

The poison pouch was carefully stowed away in C'ross' pocket; he'd been careful not to let any of the dangerous stuff touch his skin. And for purposes of the distraction, he was also carrying a small firestarting kit. While C'ross wasn't altogether comfortable with the poisons and explosives (he'd handled the pouch as if it were a live tunnelsnake ready to bite him at any moment) he did know how to set a good fire.

Kneeling down, he set up the tinder, stoked the little flame until he was sure it wouldn't go out, and then moved on rapidly before the two of them were spotted.

S'lin headed for the next pen to set up another fire. But this time she fumbled with the materials, dropping them in a muddle more than once before she finally got them in order. Coaxing them to light took a while, far longer than S'lin liked, and the resulting flame was small and fitful, and didn't seem to bother the herdbeasts one bit. She would have liked to try and stoke it a bit to make it larger, but had spent far too long in this spot already, and moved off as soon as it seemed the flame might burn on its own.

Setup: 2
Alert: 1

[K'yne and Psaumith]

Psaumith hissed as if the animals could hear him, light body close to the ground. He slunk, irritated, worried, trying not to hiss. Danger, disgusting horrible danger but why was he here? K'yne. The idiot signed up for this before Impression and now... now.

Yes it is. This is killing them which, in turn, keeps us from dying. K'yne winced when he stepped on something crackable, making a noise that even had Psaumith rumbling. The animals stirred to wakefulness, squeaking and chirping. K'yne paid them no mind even as Psaumith dug his heels in, eyes yellow in the dim night.

K'yne lit a fire instead. He fumbled it and growled, swearing mentally before it sprang to life as a smal and rather pathetic flame.



I think it's fun.

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V'lay - Tools +2
Prep - 6
Alert - 5

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V'lay didn't like operating at a distance from Vinath. But what V'lay disliked even more than operating at a distance from Vinath was the possibility of the wherholders not getting their comeuppance. He could still feel the dragon in the back of his mind as he crept into the paddocks, low to the ground and moving as quietly as possible. One of the animals near him shifted uneasily, giving out a loud groan, but V'lay ducked away as quickly as he could and set to work putting up one of the small blazes. The animals, already alerted to the presence of others, he assumed, and never entirely stable to begin with, were on alert, and several large noses swung down to investigate what he was doing.

On a whim, he considered slipping a palmful of poison to one of the particularly nosy creatures, but he let it slide, focusing instead on finishing his pile of tinder. an oil-soaked rag functioning as a wick, and V'lay began to move, hoping he wasn't alerting too much attention to himself, If things went well, he'd wait for the clamor in the animals to die down before going back and lighting the bundle. Otherwise, he'd have to push himself right back into the thick of the herd while they were milling and lowing and generally making a fuss.

For a moment, his hand strayed to the knife at his side. He wasn't above slitting a few throats if it meant the wherholders suffered.

V'lay - Tools +2
Prep: 3
Alert: 6

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It wasn't getting better. Or maybe it was. It kind of depended on the way you thought about things. But as the noise level escalated and the animals got more and more unhappy, V'lay found himself in the middle of a growing panic. It ultimately ended when one of them strayed too close to a gap in the fences. There was pushing, leaning, the creak of tortured wood.

And then something went crack and a gate swung open and V'lay had a full-on stampede on his hands.

Unsure of whether this was better or worse than his last attempt, V'lay scrambled, dodging in and lighting the wick quickly before taking off running. He leaped a fence, hitting the ground and rolling, ignoring what he may have landed in and pushing himself as far into dark and shadow as possible. Hopefully he'd be able to start another blaze in here before things got too ugly.

S'lin headed for another one, but this time she paused to take a deep, calming breath before she started. She had steadier hands than the previous set-up suggested, she could do this. She started setting up the last of her materials, moving a bit slowly to make sure she did it right this time. This last fire was stronger than her second, and while a little small, seemed strong. As she slipped off to return to the others, she noticed that the animals didn't seem bothered by the fire. Just as well, let the fire cause the alarm.

Setup: 3
Alert: 1

Set up 2 + 1= 3
Alert 3+1 = 4
with + 1 bonus (85 Tools)

Grand total
Set up- 8
Alert - 9



'Yes, yes.' Wen muttered, stuffing the last bit of kindling and rags in place and lit it up. 'This isn't what I want to do.'

Rynsemth asked.

'Maybe. Why?'

The black replied and twitched slightly.