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Through the Ash and Flame [ 32.9.2576 // 2 PM ] || Event
« on: October 05, 2017, 01:43:53 PM »
To all other appearances, it was a pretty fall day. The sun was shining, The air was crisp and clear with a liquid gold quality to it that might have inspired Harpers’ poems and songs generations ago. It would have been the sort of day those at Fort Weyr and Fort Hold would have enjoyed being outside, even with the nip of a faint chill to the bright day.

But that idealistic façade had long since been ruined. With no trees or even greenness left beyond the boundaries of either settlement, there were no leaves painted in bright colors of gold, amber, or crimson. It was not a time meant for strolls or the sound of laughter. Rather, it was a grey scene, the land blackened and broken beyond the perimeter of Weyr and Hold, characterized by the shouts of ground crews, licks of roaring flame from the dragons overhead, and flying ash that ended up coating everything, most of all the Wings and dragonriders doing their desperate best to save something.

It was no longer a question of if there would be life taken that day, in the minds of most. Death had become a constant presence in the lives of the Pernese. Rather, it was simply a question of when.

But the dragon riders would go regardless, because to not go would mean ruination for all. So after a late lunch, the next shift of dragonpairs gathered in the Bowl of Fort Weyr to form up for their shift.

It was always a multi-Wing dance, this way, with one shift protecting the Weyr itself, and another over Fort Hold. Beneath the protective umbrella of the former, the riders readying for the next shift would do so as quickly as possible, mounting their dragons and then rising into the air on their Wingleader’s signal. Hovering there for just a moment, they would receive word from those at the Hold, and then blink Between in a puff of cold air that would cut through even the thickest of furred riding leathers.

Six seconds later, they appeared en masse at Fort Hold, underneath the altitude of the current fighting Wings, low enough not to ruin their maneuvers nor Between into their midst. And then the real acrobatics would begin—as the new, fresh riders would slowly rise up above those ending their shift, creating a protective cover for them to return to the Weyr just as their predecessors had for them.

Unrelenting, the silver filaments continued to rain down from the sky. There was just so much of it, a flood around them.

With only two points of ‘high ground’ left to them, they had to fight for every inch.

Spoiler for OOC:
Yes, you read that date right! This event takes place in Southern Winds’ past. You can find the OOC info and check-in here—and it’s one you’re going to want to read. Only riders are eligible to participate in this event, provided that they were part of the fighting Wings of Fort Weyr in 2576. While there are multiple Wings in the air over Fort Hold here, we're only going to focus on one of them, but feel free to pop in with whatever rider you like so long as their history supports it. ^_^

You can also read our guide to these events and our guide to Member NPCs, in addition to what information is present in the OOC thread.

And for anyone who posts here with a character, pick a number between 1 and 20. >:3
« Last Edit: October 05, 2017, 01:44:51 PM by SirAlahn »
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Re: Through the Ash and Flame [ 32.9.2576 // 2 PM ] || Event
« Reply #1 on: October 05, 2017, 08:50:07 PM »
Isotarïne felt some age in her bones as Hiraeth vaulted into the sky. Maybe it's just in my head, she thought, grimacing at the thought of yet another shift against Thread. It was all they ever knew anymore, the constant fall of silver rain and the exhaustion it drove into their bones.

She had to be sure that was where this age came from. It was all mental, just stress from flying. And worrying about her babes in the creche. Would she return to them? Get to see T'lor again? Death was in their minds now, a close companion of all riders. You were bound to lose someone every day, it seemed.

Still, she gave Hiraeth the image of Fort Hold before they flashed between. The cold shocked her awake, chasing the fatigue from her muscles and jolting her to alertness. They reappeared over the hold under the protective cover of dragonfire.

//Eat up,// she told her dragon, the joke between them old but routine now. The blue dutifully accepted the firestone from her hand, chewing the great stone until he felt the beginnings of fire in his belly.

I am ready, Hiraeth told Isotarïne, and she waited for their wing to begin the slow ascent into the top layer of fighters. They had ash to create.

Spoiler for I forgot my number oops:
4
« Last Edit: October 06, 2017, 10:31:39 PM by Isotarine »

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Re: Through the Ash and Flame [ 32.9.2576 // 2 PM ] || Event
« Reply #2 on: October 06, 2017, 07:31:09 AM »
At last it was their shift.

Waiting in the wings of the Weyr for their turn while watching others protect the Weyr made him anxious. He and Jenrath should be out there. It didn’t matter that they needed to eat, sleep, and rest. It became difficult to settle down once he and Jenrath had graduated weyrling training five Turns ago. They were finally where they were meant to be and doing what they were meant to do.

The wingmate next to him rolled his eyes at the grin that now split his face. He breathed deeply to calm himself and let the crisp air fill his lungs. He tried to focus on slowing his racing heart, and instead found it beating almost in tempo with the organized chaos happening around him. The adrenaline pounding in his ears made everything else fade to a muted decibel. There was the shouting of people and weyrlings as the firestone bags were hauled around and filled before being tossed or flown to riders running low. The scream of a dragon’s cry as it challenged the Thread and then bellowed fire from its lungs.

He'd been so caught up in the moment that he almost missed the signal. Z’tai rushed forward and mounted Jenrath with practiced grace. They shoved off the ground and hovered, already in formation with the Wing. Once everyone was airborne and the dragons had chewed on their first round of firestone, the Wingleader gave the signal for them to go Between. One moment they were flying over the Weyr and the next, bone-chilling cold and nothingness. He’d barely had time to grip the leathers in front of him in reaction before they were soaring above Fort Hold.

If he tried, he could imagine the land and Hold had once been a sight to behold from such heights. But no longer. Even the sun and light air could not brighten the shades of death that blanketed the ground. Everything in sight was dark, dead, or dying. The land had been lost long ago. He could only pray to Faranth that there were no people among the immobile piles of dark things scattered across the ground.

But there was no time to think or wonder about that.

As soon as they’d emerged from Between, they had to be prepared to begin without pause. Thread would continue to fall in scores regardless of when or where they blinked in over the Hold. And such was the case when they were there and the Wing quickly shifted to a V-formation. Jenrath opened his maw and flames incinerated the Thread before them. The riders below, from an earlier shift, continued to clean up anything between the two Wings before they made their exit and left his own Wing.

It was their turn now.

Spoiler for number choice:
18

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Re: Through the Ash and Flame [ 32.9.2576 // 2 PM ] || Event
« Reply #3 on: October 06, 2017, 11:16:57 PM »
S'are
Age:
2536 // 40 turns
Rank:
Blue Rider of Aidath
Physical Description:
*Silvery hair, it was a mousy brown, but she greyed very early, she likes to call it silver
*Reasonably thick build, she's never been conventionally attractive
*5 ft 2
Personality:
*Stoic - S'are has lost her entire family, and is only just now rebuilding with 1 young child and a Weyrmate, but she hasn't been broken by her losses as of yet.
*Brash - She's a bit... over the top. Laughs a bit too loud, eats a bit too much etc.
*Dedicated - S'are's life revolves around the Weyr, she wants nothing more to live, breathe and die a rider.
Backstory:
S'are doesn't have any connection to one of my PC characters.
Impressing at a young age, after growing up in the creche, S'are hasn't known anything other than the Weyr and Weyr life, and she would steadfastly defend any and every aspect of it. Whilst her large family of half siblings that she knew from the creche have now all perished in thread, S'are recently just met a green rider. He wasn't what she expected. S'are had never thought that she would fall in love. With either man or woman, she had just never been particularly interested in it, nor thought that it was necessary to enjoy life. But F'nen was surprisingly patient. He waited for her until she knew what she wanted, and with the addition of a possible child, he allowed her to choose, something which S'are felt simply... appreciative of.
She carried the child to term, and he asked for them to be Weyrmated, she agreed and she's been slowly coming to terms to a new lifestyle. Sharing a Weyr with someone, having him there when she gets home, worrying about someone else. She'd never... worried about someone before, it'd just been her against the world. Sure, she had friends, but... a partner in life? That was different. S'are kept telling herself that without him, everything would be fine but... maybe that simply wasn't true.
Intended Outcome:
Staff injury and/or death



Shards this fucking sucks. The smell of phosphorus above her, in all her clothes, in her hair, in her every waking moment. At least F'nen seemed to take some of that away. Her nights were filled with the scent of him now. It was... strange. A bedmate that was purely human with all the spicy scent of him.

S'are hadn't seen much of him today. Their wings kept them apart most of the day. So it was unsurprising that it had taken them as long to meet as it did. To... find each other, as he liked to keep putting it.

Aidath was chewing firestone when she arrived, her hardworking blue obviously way ahead of her in this moment. Took you long enough. He growled, a steaming air puffing from his nostrils at the motion. Just giving you the opportunity to nag me. I know how much you enjoy it. His eyes flashed red and then calmed again as she swung up onto his back, looking around for the rest of their wing.

Rise.

S'are conveyed the message as both of them received it. Mostly unnecessary, but just something which had stuck to her through Weyrling training. Peeling her lips back in an excited snarl, she whooped as they rose in tandem into the air, and she leant close against Aidath's back... ready... waiting.

As one, they blinked between... 1... 2... 3... A dragon's cry echoed through the air, but she didn't allow it to distract her. She hovered in wait, Aidath's great wings beating below her, as they waited for the signal to switch out the wings ahead.

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Re: Through the Ash and Flame [ 32.9.2576 // 2 PM ] || Event
« Reply #4 on: October 08, 2017, 08:26:32 PM »
B'ron stood on the edge of his Weyrledge, looking down at the busy hive of a Weyr below. Threadfall was the one thing he actually enjoyed participating in. The lists and the politics, it was all part of the job. Being able to be better than other people, yes, was a thrill to experience, but it was simply short-lived. Thread was something that B'ron had always been able to count on... The only thing.

He had seen the previous shift off already earlier, and was simply awaiting his turn. Keeping a keen eye on the shift above the Weyr, and the other through Leremith on the one over Fort Hold.

It's time. Leremith stood up, casting a shadow from over B'ron's shoulder. Anyone that looked up would surely see a respectable and awe-inspiring sight. B'ron with Leremith behind him gazing down upon everything that was theirs.

A swift leap onto Leremith's back brought them to their Wing. Rise. In unison, and in perfect shape (B'ron would never accept anything less than perfect formation), they blinked between.

Emerging above Fort Hold, and below the wings already fighting, B'ron cast a sweeping glance over his shoulder, checking every detail. They were ready.

Spoiler for OOC:
I forgot that he could* get minimally injured in this so I pick..... 10
« Last Edit: October 12, 2017, 04:27:50 PM by B'ron »
     
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Re: Through the Ash and Flame [ 32.9.2576 // 2 PM ] || Event
« Reply #5 on: October 08, 2017, 10:32:57 PM »
D’vohl
Age:
32.10.2552/24
Rank:
Bronze Rider Fyranderth
Physical Description:
*Charmingly handsome
*dark hair and blue eyes
*Tall, 6’3”, lean but muscular build
Personality:
* CHAMPION : He will do what it takes to protect those he considered friends and family. He will die for a wingmate or a family member if that means that get to live another day. This is makes him come off as extremely brave or fearless in the face of danger. For he seemingly never backs down from a challenge.
* CLOSET GENIUS : While he doesn't often come of first hand as the brains, he is actually incredibly smart. He can calculate anything on the fly (be it distance, speed,  and an amazing strategist.
* PRAGMATIC : He is realist and practical when it comes to dealing with things around him. Not only during times of unrest but also in his daily life he has a tendency to triage things. While he will do all he can, he understands when there is just nothing else he can do and is more than willing to let those more capable step in and take over
* RESPECTFUL : Even if he does not see eye to eye with someone he still treats them with the respect you deserve. He understands the order of ranks and their importance and will respect the rank and the one occupying it, even if he does not particularly like the said personal holding that position.
Backstory:
* No ties to any current character.
* Born to a Peacekeeper father and a holder woman, D’vohl had no intention of becoming a rider. He wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps and become a Peacekeeper
*He was searched during a lull between thread fall by one of the blue dragon’s helping to fight thread at the age of 12. He was unsure he would actually Impress but knew he would return home if he did not Impress to become a peacekeeper.
*Impressed a turn later to Bronze Fyranderth. He threw himself full heartedly into Weyrling training and graduated easily.
*joined a thread fighting wing and quickly become a force-to-be-reckoned-with when it came to fighting thread.
Intended Outcome:
Staff injury


In his mind he could not recall what the world around him looked like when it was once green and lush, with the warm earthen colors of a happy and healthy landscape. In truth, he would not have remembered a time when the earth around them look like that, for he was far too young when what little vegetation around his home hold was being fought for against the thread. But don’t tell that to him, he swears that sometimes in his sleep he gets slight distorted glimpses of a green and beautiful earth; no doubt a simple memory of a beautiful tapestry his mother had in his childhood home.

The earth he knew, and had always known, was one darkened with charred marks, the sun blocked out slightly by the residual ash in the air and constant smell of sulfur from the stones the dragon’s chewed to produce the flames that protected them the best they could from the silver menace that was flooding what should have been a beautiful skyline.

When call went out for the new wing’s rise up, a deep rumbly voice popped into his mind
Hurry, the firestone is churning in my gut
yeah, yeah, I’m coming
With swift and easy movements, like a cat that dared not waste any extra energy, he was up into his riggings and settling in. D’vohl took a deep breath and the large bronze jumped between. The cold punched him in the gut, causing the breath he was holding to start to leave his lungs but before his exhale finished they were below the wings fighting the thread above them.

Lets make some ash
The bronze rumbled a small amusement and with large and effortless beats of his wings they rose among the ranks, rising into the air. Fire churned in the beasts gut just waiting to be released upon the silvery threads of death.
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Number 13

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Re: Through the Ash and Flame [ 32.9.2576 // 2 PM ] || Event
« Reply #6 on: October 09, 2017, 08:53:54 PM »
Cinta
Age: 
2545// 31
Rank: 
Rider of Seltith
Physical Description:
- Dark hair cropped short to minimise the chances of being caught by threadfall, framing a long  face, an easy smile and dark eyes.
- Cinta moves from place to place with long, easy strides, seemingly unnaffected by the heavy burden of threadfall, and while she doesn't hurry, she never actually dawdles on her way through the weyr.
- Athletic in build, tall and graceful, though kind features give her a comforting appearance more than intimidating.
Personality:
Kind - Everyone deserves a bit of kindness in these dark times.
Committed - to her wing, her dragon and her mate.
Bubbly - It's not all doom and gloom in the weyr. They've surviving, and that alone is worth being happy about..
Backstory:
- Cinta has been X'kis weyrmate since 2565, they have had 5 children together, and Seltith is Maelboroth's permanent mate.
- Cinta no longer has contact with her children, and has no intention of having more at this stage, feeling as though she has produced enough children to have done her part for keeping up Pern's population and intent, instead, on throwing herself completely into the defense of Pern.
- Though she and Seltith cannot commit to a full shift like the larger dragons can, they are more than capable of pulling their weight, their agility making up for their lack of stamina and contributing to their value as a wingmate, and are wholeheartedly invested in defeating any and all tendrils of thread they come across before having to rest.
- Cinta and Seltith are quick to obey orders, and do their best to balance those with the desire to protect their wingmates, relying heavily on those around her to uphold their own positions to minimse  the risks associated with fighting the extended threadfall.
- After a normal shift, Seltith is attended to immediately, and while the dragon gathers her strength for the next round, Cinta will put aside her own desire for rest to try and make the transition back to the weyr easier for her weyrmate, at the very least, sometime s even able to extend this support to her wingmates should her fatigue not get the better of her.
Intended Outcome: 
Cinta and/or Seltith can be injured by either staff or player injury, but I have no preference as to it happening or not. So anything short of major injury and death is perfectly fine.



"Hurry up. Thread's not gonna burn itself!" Cinta laughed, giving her weyrmate a friendly thump on the shoulder as he gave his riding straps the hundredth checkover. Seltith hummed distractedly, taking a moment to glance over at Maelboroth and his bonded before her attention was once more on the sky above them. Usually as bubbly as her rider, the encroaching shift dampened her vivacity, and while she cared about those she shared the weyr with, there were more important things she needed to pay attention too. Like staying alive while committing herself to doing what she was born to do.

Cinta rolled her eyes at X'kis's comment, offering a quick kiss and a soft "I love you" before swinging herself up onto Seltith's back. "We'll see you both when you come home." She added with a grin, never for a moment doubting the truth to the statement before Seltith was diving from their ledge, moving easily into her position in their wing with all the eagerness of a dragon ready to fly. A bag of firestone was ready for her, and Seltith took the chunks of rock without complaint, humming to herself at the familiar ache in her belly that told her they were ready.

She caught her weyrmate's eye as he looked back at her, giving him an enthusiastic wave and blowing a kiss only a moment before B'ron and Leremith landed to take up their own positions, laughing at the expression on X'kis's face at her timing before her own features shifted to match those of the rest of the wing. Rest time was over, and while she was not going to be there the entire swing, she would not be accused of shirking her duties.

Rise Seltith confirmed once the order was given, the feeling of rightness she always got when they were about to fulfill their duty settling over Cinta as well. Levity was all well and good before and after. But here and now there was room only for the fall.

The jump between was brief, and Cinta's complete trust in the capabilities of her wing brought about a sense of calm. They knew what to do, and they were ready for whatever this shift would bring. The transition would be a clean one, of that she had no doubt. It was just a matter of paying attention and keeping formation.

Happy Hunting She said to Seltith alone, giving the dragon a firm thump before her hands were gripping the straps to further secure her in her place. Despite her teasing earlier, she was as meticulous in their care as her weyrmate, and she was as comfortable relying on them to keep her attached to her dragon as she was in B'ron's ability as their wingleader, the self-assurance allowing her to focus more on what they needed to do then whether or not they would be safe.

It was a good way to be, all in all.

Spoiler for OOC:
*Rambles 90% of it* X'kis will have his post up… Soonish. I haven't started it yet. Cinta's number is *drumroll* 7. Please. As with all things. Yell out if I've missed the mark. I've just assumed she'd be part of B'ron's wing… I'm sure I read somewhere there would be only one?

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Re: Through the Ash and Flame [ 32.9.2576 // 2 PM ] || Event
« Reply #7 on: October 10, 2017, 01:27:59 PM »
C'ren looked at his sleeping mate and then kissed her on the cheek. It was his turn to fight the thread and her turn to sleep. "I will be back love you sleep it is my turn to fight the thread." He walked to the ledge and had his riding gear on Ready Amsmith we fly and fight.

I am ready lets fly and fire the thread.

They took to the air and landed long enough to get a bag of firestone. C'ren feed some to Amsmith and they took to the air. "Lets get the thread Ammy and make sure it does not harm anything again."
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Re: Through the Ash and Flame [ 32.9.2576 // 2 PM ] || Event
« Reply #8 on: October 12, 2017, 03:40:56 PM »
Shifting between Wings was always a tense experience, ripe the with the possibility of something going wrong, of a clump of Thread getting missed in the transition. Some days were luckier than others—and some, in the case of rainy or stormy ones, were just naturally easier to navigate. But with the golden autumn sky clear of clouds, there was nothing to alleviate the constant rain of Thread. And with the changing of the seasons, the previously hot, still months of summer had given way to fall winds.

Just another variable making it all the harder for dragons to combat Threadfall. As B’ron’s Wing traded with one of the others previously covering a sector of airspace over Fort Hold, the still air seemed to hold. Perhaps this day would not be one of those destined to end with fallen Wingriders and Threadscores.

But that luck was not meant to last. A sudden gust of wind from the south blew the gossamer bits of Thread into a deadly swirl, blowing it off its previous path and into an unpredictable eddy on the currents of air. As one of the Browns in the Wing’s upper formation let loose a burst of flame, the wind stole the Thread he’d been intending to flame, pulling it away and sending it spiraling downward to the smaller dragons—the Blues and Greens below. Though some of the fire caught most of the clump, a few tiny filaments remained disguised in the whirling ash, cutting across Isotarine and Hiraeth’s path and landing in a searing, hungry line across part of Isotarine’s arm.

If they were fast enough, her thick riding leathers would prevent it from giving her more than a Threadscore across her forearm before they could go Between.

S’are and Aidath were in even more danger, though. The wind tugged a larger piece of Thread underneath a Bronze above, as his wingbeats created a shift in air pressure. Too low now for him to flame it, the thick mass of silvery filaments was sucked further down by the direction of the breeze, sending it straight for the Bluepair at an angle where Aidath would have to turn at an awkward angle to burn it himself.

Spoiler for OOC:
@laceface @Inki

Isotarine and S’are were the “lucky winners” of this round’s RNG. >:3 We’ve left this a little vague so there’s some flexibility with just how badly they’re injured, but it should be noted they probably will be.

Everyone else, pick another number between 1 and 20! (Or, if you want to play your characters getting injured without our interference too, that’s perfectly fine.) Inki, lace, you’re welcome to pick another one as well if you’d like to invite the possibility for further mishaps. But if you have a plan for how you want this part to play out in your responses already, it’s not required. ^_^
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Re: Through the Ash and Flame [ 32.9.2576 // 2 PM ] || Event
« Reply #9 on: October 12, 2017, 04:43:19 PM »
S'are
Age:
2536 // 40 turns
Rank:
Blue Rider of Aidath
Physical Description:
*Silvery hair, it was a mousy brown, but she greyed very early, she likes to call it silver
*Reasonably thick build, she's never been conventionally attractive
*5 ft 2
Personality:
*Stoic - S'are has lost her entire family, and is only just now rebuilding with 1 young child and a Weyrmate, but she hasn't been broken by her losses as of yet.
*Brash - She's a bit... over the top. Laughs a bit too loud, eats a bit too much etc.
*Dedicated - S'are's life revolves around the Weyr, she wants nothing more to live, breathe and die a rider.
Backstory:
S'are doesn't have any connection to one of my PC characters.
Impressing at a young age, after growing up in the creche, S'are hasn't known anything other than the Weyr and Weyr life, and she would steadfastly defend any and every aspect of it. Whilst her large family of half siblings that she knew from the creche have now all perished in thread, S'are recently just met a green rider. He wasn't what she expected. S'are had never thought that she would fall in love. With either man or woman, she had just never been particularly interested in it, nor thought that it was necessary to enjoy life. But F'nen was surprisingly patient. He waited for her until she knew what she wanted, and with the addition of a possible child, he allowed her to choose, something which S'are felt simply... appreciative of.
She carried the child to term, and he asked for them to be Weyrmated, she agreed and she's been slowly coming to terms to a new lifestyle. Sharing a Weyr with someone, having him there when she gets home, worrying about someone else. She'd never... worried about someone before, it'd just been her against the world. Sure, she had friends, but... a partner in life? That was different. S'are kept telling herself that without him, everything would be fine but... maybe that simply wasn't true.
Intended Outcome:
Staff injury and/or death




S'are grinned, a wicked kind of thing, that split her homely face into a more feral kind of expression, her eyes flashing with the need to feel the wind rushing past them, and the hot, spicy scent of flame in her nostrils.

Come on come on come on. Her fingers drummed impatiently on the leathers of her thigh, and if she could hear through the roaring of the wind, and her leather flight cap over her ears, S'are was sure it would have been a satisfying sound.

Aidath made no move to answer her, or make any sort of note that he had acknowledged her impatience, the blue much more focused than his rider would ever be. But that was how they worked, a lot of the time S'are was simply talking to herself, because she knew Aidath wouldn't answer her. Either way, she didn't mind it. The bluerider didn't need responses to her constant gap-filling, she just needed to... fill the gap.

And then they were switching, S'are glancing around in the sky above her to keep watch if thread would return in their brief trade over moment. But it held, if only for a short amount of time, before thread was back and they were diving into the action.

They dove to catch a patch of thread, the flame from Aidath's gaping maw being dragged upwards to sear S'are's eyebrows by their descent. But it wasn't anything significant, she was sure her face would just be a little black and sooty from the remains of the charred thread.

Shit. Aidath! As they turned back up to formation, S'are spotted the patch of thread, hurtling towards them at annoying speed given the bronze's flapping above them. She watched almost in slow motion as the patch hurtled towards them, and she felt Aidath turn below her, even the blue's quick body much to slow for the wind. It seemed it wasn't just thread that was out to get them, but mother nature was on their side this day.

Aidath attempted to crane his neck around and catch the patch, but it was just too awkward, he managed to sear only half before the rest buried itself and started to eat through the fleshy part at the top of his tail. And the two blinked between... S'are trying to reach back and beat off the freezing thread as it shattered in Aidath's hide.

Visualising the battlefield again, they returned, S'are spinning around in her saddle after seeing the bright ichor dripping from Aidath's tail. Their shift was not over, and his injuries were not lifethreatening. Shall we continue? And Aidath answered her question with a firey flame.

Spoiler for Number:
13!
I have no plans, Natural Events can powerplay and decide as much or as little as they want for her <3
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Offline C'ren

Re: Through the Ash and Flame [ 32.9.2576 // 2 PM ] || Event
« Reply #10 on: October 13, 2017, 09:38:48 AM »
C'ren and Amsmith both keep in formation as they flamed thread even as it shifted direction because of the wind they stayed in formation. He feed Amsmith more firestone and his bag was empty. In mid air he caught another bag of firestone and placed it on the hook on the saddle. We got this buddy. We will not let a clump get by us.

Nope no thread will get past us. Nothing with harm our home.

They concentrated on the thread and the leader of their wing as the fought the thread. He was older and C'ren looked up to him as a mentor.

Spoiler for number:
7
« Last Edit: October 14, 2017, 06:31:14 AM by C'ren »

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Re: Through the Ash and Flame [ 32.9.2576 // 2 PM ] || Event
« Reply #11 on: October 13, 2017, 09:39:34 PM »
K'ial & Isioth
Age:
b. 2549 // 27 turns
Rank:
Brownrider
Physical Description:
K'ial is of roughly average height and build, though the toll of Threadfall has made him skinnier than he likes. His hair and beard are long simply because he doesn't truly take the time to trim it (he'd rather sleep). He is olive-toned in complexion and has dark brown hair.
Personality:
K'ial is generally calm and collected. He enjoys the physical pleasures in life, including sex (with whom doesn't matter) and feeling the burn of physical labor. His favorite indulgence is a nice, long soak in the springs that preferably have a warm body with him.
Backstory:
Isioth caught one of Nikolyth's flights. K'ial and the green's rider, B'ryn hit it off instantly. Their dragons also found a great bond in each other, and the four remained together ever since. The two are in a fighting wing together at Fort, though K'ial generally fights for longer because he rides brown and not green.
Intended Outcome:
An injury from this event please, but relatively minor (threadscore to rider, exhaustion, etc). He'll die in the future.


K'ial took up his bowl, stacking B'ryn's on top in a precarious pile. "Be right back," he told his weyrmate, dodging around the other riders in the hall trying to refuel before they took to the skies again. He reached the kitchen and gave the bowls to a worker, passed on a thanks, and wove his way back to the table he and B'ryn had tucked themselves into.

"You ready?" he asked, elbowing the greenrider with a silly grin as they put their riding jackets back on and made their way out to the Bowl. It was busy, as always, with injured dragons returning to be treated, dragons taking flight to replace those who had bowed out, and their own wing preparing to take their shift in the sky.

K'ial gave B'ryn a small smile as they climbed onto their dragons' backs. He sometimes hated the fact that B'ryn flew so far away from him in the formation, but as a green, Nikolyth just couldn't last as long. Besides, it gave K'ial a thrill to know that he could be part of the first line of defense to protect his weyrmate and the life on Pern.

At B'ron's signal, they jumped into the air and flashed between, appearing just under the wing that was ready to return to the weyr. K'ial fed Isioth some firestone as they made their way to the higher levels, replacing the bronzes and browns at the topmost bit of Threadfall.

I am ready, Isioth proclaimed. //Do your thing, buddy,// K'ial told him, the pair whipping towards the nearest clump of thread. //Wish Niko the best.// And so the brown and his rider flew against Thread for another fight -- not the first, and certainly not the last.

Spoiler for Hidden:
Number is 12, and Dashin allowed the small bits of powerplay for B'ryn.

Offline Isotarine

Re: Through the Ash and Flame [ 32.9.2576 // 2 PM ] || Event
« Reply #12 on: October 13, 2017, 10:14:03 PM »
Isotarïne and Hiraeth steadily flew upwards until they were in position just under the browns. As one of the larger blues, they could last longer, but they still didn't have nearly as much stamina as their larger brothers. Even so, the pair did their best to fly as long as they could, because it meant more rest for the others.

She hadn't done her fair share of fighting over the turns, as many kids as she bore, so Isotarïne was more than happy to take longer shifts when possible. So now, flying through the air under her wing, she felt alive.

It was almost ironic, that fighting their worst enemy could give her such a feeling of life, but there was nothing else on Pern that could compare to the well-oiled machine of a dragonpair in flight. She and Hiraeth didn't trade commands, they simply moved with each other through the air. The blue knew her better than even T'lor, dragon and human working together to protect what they valued most.

//The wind is picking up,// Isotarïne warned, a wary eye on the patterns she saw above them. It was unspoken that Hiraeth would pass that information on to Olaryth. But the warning wasn't enough, as she felt the telltale sear of Thread across her arm.

The pair flashed between instinctively, Isotarïne trusting her straps to hold her in place as she beat the frozen Thread off her arm. They reappeared in the air again, and Hiraeth blasted a clump that swirled in front of his face.

Are you seriously hurt? he asked, taking another chew of stone while Isotarïne quickly inspected her arm.

//We can keep going. The leathers caught most of it.// She patted the well-used jacket fondly. It let her keep her arm today. //Pass on a warning about the wind currents. We all need to be careful.//

Well. At least T'lor found scars attractive, she thought.

Spoiler for number:
15. Last one for this event, I think. Two close calls will be enough. Again, not a major injury please.

Offline Beasty's MNPCs

Re: Through the Ash and Flame [ 32.9.2576 // 2 PM ] || Event
« Reply #13 on: October 15, 2017, 01:17:47 PM »
D’vohl
Age:
32.10.2552/24
Rank:
Bronze Rider Fyranderth
Physical Description:
*Charmingly handsome
*dark hair and blue eyes
*Tall, 6’3”, lean but muscular build
Personality:
* CHAMPION : He will do what it takes to protect those he considered friends and family. He will die for a wingmate or a family member if that means that get to live another day. This is makes him come off as extremely brave or fearless in the face of danger. For he seemingly never backs down from a challenge.
* CLOSET GENIUS : While he doesn't often come of first hand as the brains, he is actually incredibly smart. He can calculate anything on the fly (be it distance, speed,  and an amazing strategist.
* PRAGMATIC : He is realist and practical when it comes to dealing with things around him. Not only during times of unrest but also in his daily life he has a tendency to triage things. While he will do all he can, he understands when there is just nothing else he can do and is more than willing to let those more capable step in and take over
* RESPECTFUL : Even if he does not see eye to eye with someone he still treats them with the respect you deserve. He understands the order of ranks and their importance and will respect the rank and the one occupying it, even if he does not particularly like the said personal holding that position.
Backstory:
* No ties to any current character.
* Born to a Peacekeeper father and a holder woman, D’vohl had no intention of becoming a rider. He wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps and become a Peacekeeper
*He was searched during a lull between thread fall by one of the blue dragon’s helping to fight thread at the age of 12. He was unsure he would actually Impress but knew he would return home if he did not Impress to become a peacekeeper.
*Impressed a turn later to Bronze Fyranderth. He threw himself full heartedly into Weyrling training and graduated easily.
*joined a thread fighting wing and quickly become a force-to-be-reckoned-with when it came to fighting thread.
Intended Outcome:
Staff injury


//Easy big guy, delicate wing thrust//
Perhaps you would like to chew this stone and fly?
//Don’t get snippy I’m just sayin-//”Damn it!”

In their ascent and thanks to the fall winds, a large thread fell past them.
”Fyranderth!” D’vohl called and shifted in his seat as the large beast twisted in flight in an attempt to turn and breath fire upon it. But it would do no good. The large thrust of his wing sent the thread speeding away from them and toward a green Pair. The bronzed roared a warning as flame shot form his mouth in a futile attempt to get it.

D'vohl kept an eye out for the green just to make sure they were ok before they pair turned back to fighting thread themselves. Fyranderth’s eyes whirled as the moved to fight off another clump of thread that was falling not too far from them.

D’vohl gritted his teeth when a small spore squeaked passed the flame and buried itself into his clothing, burning the hide on his shoulder. Fyranderth blinked between, freezing the silvery thread and D’vohl quickly brushed it from his clothing and skin.
Just another scar to add to the others.

When they returned from Between thread fell down all around them and once again they returned to fighting the menace that was destroying not only human kind but also the planet.
Spoiler for Hidden:
Number 17

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Re: Through the Ash and Flame [ 32.9.2576 // 2 PM ] || Event
« Reply #14 on: October 15, 2017, 08:30:33 PM »
B'ron's face showed no sign that he heard any of the injuries around him and only Leremith's voice in his head kept him aware of who and what they were. As Wingleader and Weyrleader, B'ron had to keep an eye out on the injuries his wing was incurring. If it got to much for them, he'd have to call the next wing in for support.

But that wouldn't happen, surely they were strong enough to survive this. Hiraeth. Leremith said, barely halting in his dive for another patch of thread, catching it on an angle just before it buried itself in the back of the smaller dragons below. Aidath. Blue riders. It seemed that the wind was making a mockery of their carefully designed wing formations.

It was always a risk putting the larger dragons on top, and he watched as Fyranderth buffeted a patch of thread with his large wings towards a green pair, only B'ron's eyes flashing at how dangerous the manoeuvre  was, before a steep turn from Leremith whipped his eyes away from witnessing the result.

A patch of thread shrivelled into black dust, and it rained down upon him, scented heavily with phosphorus and fire, singeing the hairs of his arms as Leremith's flames barely dissipated in time.

It seemed their fighting wings were in reasonable shape none the less when they rose back to their positions. There were little gaps in their formation, which meant that those that had been caught by thread, had returned to their position with little issue. Good. A little scar meant nothing.
     
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Offline X'kis

Re: Through the Ash and Flame [ 32.9.2576 // 2 PM ] || Event
« Reply #15 on: October 16, 2017, 01:17:00 AM »

"Not everything should be rushed, Cinta." X'kis replied, the tone level, but the slightest hint of an innuendo being given away by the almost non-existent tug of the corners of his lips into a smirk. Threadfall was always a serious affair, but the greenrider had a way of making him… well.. See the brighter side of things. Besides. They'd rested well the night before, and despite her complaints would be arriving earlier than required. Neither rider would insult the wing they were to swap with by being late to join their own formation.

He laughed at her kiss, the returned "I love you" given a light note despite the danger they were about to fly into. The tease about her shorter shift was not missed, and the returning grin was easy enough to provide. She picked on him for having to suffer longer hours, while he picked on her for being lazy, though both knew it was simply for their dragons sake, and Cinta did more than her fair share to make up for their inability to withstand the full fall.

They left their ledge together, the brown dwarfing the smaller green as he glided over the top of them, the motion effortless, but neither dragon fully dropping their guard without the stone walls of fort to protect them from the constant threadfall. Born amidst the catastrophe that was unrelenting threadfall, it was instinctive. The moment they left the weyr, danger was present.

They landed near their wing, Maelboroth slipping into his position with a rumbled greeting to his peers, immediately assuming a more militant position, eyes whirling orange as he waited for their wingleader to land and give the order to rise. X'kis allowed himself a moment's inspection of their ranks, giving a nod to those that looked back at him and running their names through his head. They were to be led by B'ron today, and he at least knew everyone with them that shift. He would be sure to remember them still should any not survive the oncoming storm.

Cinta's actions caught his attention, about the same time Maelboroth announced Leremith's decent, and it was with an almost comical look of horror that he realised she was still flirting at him from across the ranks only a moment before Leremith and B'ron actually took up their position at the head of the group. He thought for a fleeting second about scolding her afterwards, but found himself smiling instead. There was no harm done, after all.

The wing rose as one, and neither Maelboroth nor X'kis's attention deviated from where it was required to be. The shift change happened without incident, and for a moment, it would seem as though the only difficulty this fall was the clear skies lending them no quarter for the entire swing. It was an easy trap to fall into the rhythm of threadfall, and with a wing that worked as well as B'ron's did, it was easier still. So it wasn't until an errant gust of wind ripped a clump of thread away from Maelboroth mid flame that they realised the pattern was becoming sporadic.

Maelboroth, warn Seltith to keep her eye on dragons as well as thread. X'kis cautioned, the annoyance felt at having failed to sear a clump fully so early in the fall clear in his tone. The wind was going to be unpredictable, and he would not put it past his weyrmate to rely too heavily on the larger dragons to keep her and Seltith from being injured.

She is watching. Maelboroth rumbled in concentration, his own need to protect bristling at their failure. They would work hard to prevent it happening again, at least. Though with the erratic winds and the relentless fall, it would be a trying time for all involved. There had been no deathkeen following his own mistake, of that he would be thankful. He would just have to do better for the remainder of the fall.

Spoiler for OOC + a Number:
My Number is 2 
Taking it upon myself to have been the Dragon pair that let the clump through that seared Isotarine and hers. Hope that's OK. :D and I hope the post is alright too. Been working on it off and on for two weeks <_<;

Maelboroth| 28 Turns Old | 35m Long | 8m Tall | 61m Wingspan
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Offline Kyya's MNPCs

Re: Through the Ash and Flame [ 32.9.2576 // 2 PM ] || Event
« Reply #16 on: October 16, 2017, 01:27:02 AM »
Cinta
Age: 
2545// 31
Rank: 
Rider of Seltith
Physical Description:
- Dark hair cropped short to minimise the chances of being caught by threadfall, framing a long  face, an easy smile and dark eyes.
- Cinta moves from place to place with long, easy strides, seemingly unnaffected by the heavy burden of threadfall, and while she doesn't hurry, she never actually dawdles on her way through the weyr.
- Athletic in build, tall and graceful, though kind features give her a comforting appearance more than intimidating.
Personality:
Kind - Everyone deserves a bit of kindness in these dark times.
Committed - to her wing, her dragon and her mate.
Bubbly - It's not all doom and gloom in the weyr. They've surviving, and that alone is worth being happy about..
Backstory:
- Cinta has been X'kis weyrmate since 2565, they have had 5 children together, and Seltith is Maelboroth's permanent mate.
- Cinta no longer has contact with her children, and has no intention of having more at this stage, feeling as though she has produced enough children to have done her part for keeping up Pern's population and intent, instead, on throwing herself completely into the defense of Pern.
- Though she and Seltith cannot commit to a full shift like the larger dragons can, they are more than capable of pulling their weight, their agility making up for their lack of stamina and contributing to their value as a wingmate, and are wholeheartedly invested in defeating any and all tendrils of thread they come across before having to rest.
- Cinta and Seltith are quick to obey orders, and do their best to balance those with the desire to protect their wingmates, relying heavily on those around her to uphold their own positions to minimse  the risks associated with fighting the extended threadfall.
- After a normal shift, Seltith is attended to immediately, and while the dragon gathers her strength for the next round, Cinta will put aside her own desire for rest to try and make the transition back to the weyr easier for her weyrmate, at the very least, sometime s even able to extend this support to her wingmates should her fatigue not get the better of her.
Intended Outcome: 
Cinta and/or Seltith can be injured by either staff or player injury, but I have no preference as to it happening or not. So anything short of major injury and death is perfectly fine.



'atta girl. Cinta allowed a moment to give Seltith a thankful thump as the large clump was turned to ashes around them, rendering the silvery menace harmless a heartbeat prior to when it would have scored them. X'kis often scolded her for her naïve trust of the dragons who protected the sky above her in formation, her focus instead on sticking to the formation and blasting any errant strands that made it through. Needless to say, this did not include concerning herself with the weather patterns, and had Maelboroth not cautioned the two of them after their own clump was stolen from them mid-char, the similarly errant clump that the Bronze Fyranderth had pushed towards her would have managed to hit them both before the iciness of between could freeze it.

The consistency promised by the clear skies was thusly destroyed by the increase in the wind, and with the near miss causing Cinta's heart, at least, to beat that much faster, though it was hard to separate the fear from the excitement. Her entire life Cinta had known she would be a dragonrider, and there was nary a fall that she did not find herself biting at the bit to participate. Waiting all those years for her to be old enough to impress, and again, once she was finally searched, for the day Seltith hatched had been its own kind of torture. Meanwhile dragonmen dropped on a daily basis, weyrlings didn't survive their training and entire holds and weyrs had to have been abandoned.

But this was worth the wait. She and Seltith shared the same eagerness for threadfall, to the point of being almost bloodthirsty, the green dragon's fury at the silvery menace pumping through their bond and allowing them to push that little bit further than a similarly sized green. It was never going to be enough to make up for not being able to last the entire shift, but it was something. With their mates caution clear in their mind, dragon and rider continued to dip and dive as necessary, neither one hesitating to give the other what they needed. For the moment, it was simply ensuring that any thread that broke through the upper ranks were charred as quickly as possible, with minimal deviation from their drill and ensuring a constant communication with their wingmates as the manouvered.

Spoiler for OOC & Number:
For the laughs. Cinta is number 1. This is a very fluffy post. So have fun <_<

Offline Sanctified's MNPCs

Re: Through the Ash and Flame [ 32.9.2576 // 2 PM ] || Event
« Reply #17 on: Today at 04:27:46 AM »
Nyina
Age:
2554 // 22
Rank:
Wingrider of Vituzath
Physical Description:
* 5’1” and curvy despite rationing – childbearing hips for all that she’s only had one kid.
* Dresses casually ( when not in riding leathers ) with naturally curled brown hair that reaches her shoulders and a sweet, rounded face with an easy smile.
* Smooth, olive toned skin and clear, water blue eyes.
Personality:
* Sweet : She means well, and smiles often. Even when things don’t work out the way she might have wanted otherwise.
* Try Hard : Nyina pushes herself but often falls short. She might have graduated a rider, but necessity allowed that more than anything else. She’s not the most physically adept of Riders, but she’s always trying.
* Affectionate : Hug abound around her when she’s not working. Nyina feels it’s important that people feel loved.
Backstory:
A recently graduated weyrling that has been taken into the Wing, she is frequently a filler for injured Riders. As mentioned before, she’s not the most talented ; young age and inexperience will do that, but she’s not afraid of Thread. She’s proud to be a Rider and it’s that determination despite her otherwise lack of skill that has propelled her thus far.
Intended Outcome:
No one lives forever. Kill her if the random number wills it.



Nyina never quite relished her shift. Still young and inexperienced, at least by far when it came to so many other riders, she was in the weyrbowl and present when B’ron’s wing took off. Waiting until she would either be called to the Hold or in the air over the weyr. She wasn’t exactly… a part of his Wing. Not the main force, at least. But rather, like a handful of other young, fresh faced recent graduates, would act as fill ins if there were injuries sustained. She’d flown Thread before, of course, and the formations had been drilled into her during her training, but she was inexperienced.

Not to be thrust into a full Fall if it wasn’t necessary. But not to be spared the brutal reality of it either. So she stood in the weyr bowl, dressed in her fresh leathers that weren’t patched and scarred as so many others, with her hair pulled back and braided. The last thing she needed was it getting in the way while trying to navigate Fall.

You are not nervous. her dark Green asked, her deep green eyes trained toward the skies over the weyrbowl. They could be called at any moment… Her sweet Vituzath was almost serene in the moment though her brethren flew overhead in a life or death trial.

Nyina shifted her weight from one foot to the other, really considering the remark. Not quite a question, but a probing thought. //No… no. Anxious, I guess. It’s the waiting that drives me mad. I don’t want anyone hurt, but it… it’s almost worse waiting for someone to be so hurt that we’re needed, you know?//

For that, Vituzath’s head tilted but she didn’t look away from the sky. I feel the same way. I wish we didn’t have to wait, that we could just…

//Save everyone? Yeah.//

Maybe they wouldn’t be needed. It was too nice of a day for anyone to die.

Spoiler for OOC:
I always pick 8  ._.

 

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