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Post by HG on Aug 12, 2011 9:20:06 GMT -5
(Tags: A’lan, Aneisia, J’von, K’len, Marlaey, P’lel, R’kin, T’mar, Z’ten, U’ski, Or’yn and Zerik) Posting Order by rper: Everyone may post when they wish. After the first time posting, the posting order will have been established. I will place that posting order here. 1. HG 2.SamIam 3. Ise (Z'ten & S'len) 4.Naqaiah 5.Parallel 6. Wolf 7. firebreath 8. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ The attackers spread from where they had entered the Weyr. Each having their own part to play in this mission. Zerik’s was to find the Weyrling Queen and kill her. He relished the thought of the great victory they would achieve when this was over. He knew where the Weyrlings were kept. Each Weyr looking similar to the other had its advantages. Zerik’s joy was palpable, almost disturbingly so. He readied the axe in his left hand, swords sheathed on each side of his body, dagger in his boot the Holdless man was quite prepared. Steadying himself by evening out his legs, he signaled for his crew to follow. Oh it was nice to lead a group of men and women into battle. One could say this was what he lived for. The only pleasure he got out of life was that of bloodshed and violence. Death was his ally and he kept him well fed. They followed willingly almost as happy as he himself was. His feeling was that they should be. This was an honor they had been bestowed. To be the ones to kill a Queen, it was a rare opportunity. Zerik took it upon himself to approach the large door to the Barracks. He was fearless. Death was as much an honor as living was. To die a warrior’s death was to be honored. He banged on the door, trying to gauge how strong it was. A smirk came to his lips. Oh this was going to be too easy. He lifted his axe over his head and began to swing it at the wooden door. Making quick work of it the others came to help. Lo and behold, inside the Weyrling Barracks were the young folk and their dragons. Zerik wondered if they would even be capable of using a blade and was answered quickly as one of them rushed at him. The young ones were always so brash and illogical. It seemed they were willing to kill Holdless to protect their dragons. He grinned at the attacker and moved closer axe still in hand. Oh yes, bring on the bloodshed! ------ Just where do you think you are going? You heard what A'lez ordered. Rath spoke in a cautious voice. I know what he said. Sometimes you have to do what is right in your own mind. Normally I’d be more than happy to follow orders. Where are you going?The dragon asked insistently. Rath really should not have bothered asking. They both knew where the Bronzerider was going. “The Weyrlings are unprotected in the Barracks. Elynth and Marlaey will be there.” The Bronze admittedly agreed that it was best to protect the Gold. He, himself could not stay and help his. It was against a code of dragons to harm people on purpose. Rath would fly his rider to the Barracks and then get to the highest point that he could. If only he as capable of carrying the young dragons to safety. Alas he could not lift them, not without injury to himself or them. Or’yn vaulted off his Bronze running toward the Barracks from where Rath had landed. Sharding Flames of Faranth, the Holdless were making quick work. He ran arrived just to see a group of them heading for the Barracks. He rushed to enter the Barracks, closing the large door hurriedly behind him. Then he saw they were all standing there. Many things were brought to light then, the Weyrlings had decided as a group to stay in the Barracks rather than risk the open. Dragonets were clumsy and would be perfect targets for the Holdless to attack. “They will be here in seconds, You all have your sparring swords? Good. We’ll be needing them. Us’ki should be here soon to help. Remember your lessons. Stay together.” He turned, ready to face whomever came through the door. The tapping on the door was hard and soon was joined by more. They were breaking the door down with their weapons. The only thing he noticed then was that two Weyrlings were not seen. “Where are G'off and Eira?” G'off he found out was hiding in the boys side of the Barracks behind the dragonets. He’d not be much help with the fighting and he was afraid to run into his brother and what would happen then. Eira he learned was helping evacuate the Creche. Well she was Shadow Wing’s responsibility now then. As the first Holdless entered a ,tall man with a broad body, one of the Weyrlings surged forward. Seeing that the other rider was going to lose an arm if he didn't help, Or’yn ran up next to the Weyrling deflecting a sword from another of the Holdless that had begun to enter the hole that had been the door. Us’ki would have a tough time getting in there now. Though perhaps he could fight them from behind? Secret passages would have been a nice touch to places like this. His last thought just before another onslaught of blows came at him from the Holdess he was fighting. Right. Focus. |
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Post by samiam on Aug 12, 2011 14:42:07 GMT -5
Why had a pretty normal morning gone so horribly wrong? A'lan had looked forward to a long day of caring for his dragon, and now he and the other weyrlings were clustered in the barracks clutching swords and afraid for their lives. A drop of sweat trickled down the nape of his neck as the sound of an axe chopping through the door resonated throughout the barracks. Choking down his fear, he reached his mind out to Felicath for comfort, trying to be strong for his dragon.
The little green was crouched with her clutchmates in the back of the barracks, eyes whirling yellow in fear. "Don't get hurt, Mine. Please. Please." Her voice was pleading, terrified not for herself, but for her rider. What would happen if he died? Could a dragon that young even go between if her rider died? He couldn't leave he alone to grow up just so she could...
A'lan bit his lower lip to choke back the fear and panic welling up in him. He had to be strong and damn the fact that he'd never held a sword in earnest before. Suddenly, afternoons sparring with broomstaves and the short hours of fencing practice at the weyr seemed like poor preparation for fighting people bent on killing him, his dragon, and all the other weyrlings gathered around.
With a final crack, the door split off its hinges, allowing A'lan his first glimpse of the attackers. They were people. Not the peaceful people he was used to, but people nonetheless. For some reason, when he had first been warned of the attack, that fact had not sunk into his mind. After all, why would people want to harm dragons?
Another boy charged past A'lan, nearly getting killed by the tough looking man leading the attackers pouring into the barracks before Or'yn deflected the blow. The clang of steel broke A'lan from his reverie, and with a yell, he charged forward at the nearest holdless, sword flailing back and forth like he was madly chopping wood. Behind him, Felicath let out a bellow of challenge to fuel her rider's resolve, her young lungs not quite as powerful as they would be once she was full grown, but in the enclosed space of the barracks, it was quite a noise.
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Post by Ise on Aug 13, 2011 11:33:01 GMT -5
They were here. The attack had finally come. Sorlen had expected to feel joy in this moment. He would be able to return to the Holdless now, all he had to do was kill one dragon. And if he managed to kill the gold one too, well they would have to take him back. Unless they didn’t recognize him. And why should they? He stood among the rest of the Weyrlings, dressed as they were, washed, his wounds cared for and wrapped carefully in clean linen. And how many times had he heard from the other fighters that once battle lust had taken over, you were lucky if you could even remember if the person next to you was friend or foe. Sorlen swallowed, his eyes widening as he heard the ‘thump’ of something heavy hitting the door. He was going to be sick. Any moment now the Holdless would break in here and slaughter them all. It was a bunch of Holdless fighters against a couple of children. The Weyrling master wasn’t even here, the only Rider was some little kid. They were all going to die here. Or’yn ordered them to grab their training swords and Sorlen was finally snapped out of his funk. He grabbed his sword, looking at it before he turned and looked at the dragons. His dark eyes fell on his blue. While the other dragons looked on in fear, Fenrith looked… bored. The Holdless were breaking down the door, Sorlen’s mind was filled with the thought of killing him and still Fenrith looked as if nothing was going on. Why should I be scared of you? You can think whatever you want, doesn’t mean you’re actually going to do it.I will do it.Sorlen’s sweaty grip tightened on the sword as his dragon’s chuckle filled his mind. If you could actually do it I wouldn’t have picked you S’len. I’m not stupid. If I had had some sort of deathwish I wouldn’t have Impressed at all. Why should you want to kill me anyways? Maybe you can go back to that rabble but your sister was right, they won’t want you. Nor should you want them. They’ll just keep you as some peon. With me you can actually be something.The weyrling jumped as the wood of the door cracked and gave way, the first of the Holdless entering. Sorlen was frozen to the spot. He recognized Zerik and wondered if he could hide with G’off.
Z’ten was pale but doing his best to stay calm as he picked up his practice sword. His hands shook as he kept the sword in front of him and looked to the door that was being broken down. If he survived he was going to have to thanks Z’kor for all those times they had ‘practiced’ sparring. Z’ten had gotten good at blocking things that were coming at his head. Trying to calm himself, Z’ten took a few deep breaths. It didn’t work. He felt like he was going to throw up, his nerves were so wound up as the door shuddered in its frame from another blow. Taking a quick look back at the dragons, Z’ten some how managed to still his hands. He just had to remember what he was fighting for. If the dragonets died, the all of Pern would suffer for it. Knowing that did little to calm his nerves but it help him focus on what he needed to do. The green weyrling took a spot near the door just before it was finally broke down. Panic welled up in him during those first few moments as the Holdless started to stream in, but a wildly swung blade made him remember what he was doing. He managed to block the strike and turn it to the side. All those self-defense lessons were suddenly gone, the only thing he could remember was to stick them with the pointy end. So he did, a quick thrust forward and he felt his sword piece through the man’s clothing and flesh into his chest. The Holdless man looked just as shocked and confused as Z’ten did until Z’ten pulled the sword out. Then he just looked dead. Even as the body crumpled to the ground, Z’ten was already backing away from the fighting. Once he was away from people, he threw up. He spat a few times, trying to get the taste of it out of his mouth before he looked back up at his fellow Weyrling. Most of them looked brave as they fought. He tried to steady himself a bit, chewing on his lip before he grabbed his sword again. He was scared and wasn’t sure that he wouldn’t be sick again but he wasn’t going to be a coward. He spat again before he forced himself to return to the fighting near the door. |
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Post by Na Qaiah on Aug 15, 2011 15:09:41 GMT -5
T'mars hands shhok as he stood with the others. Turning to check on Petroth his eyes automatically went to Danuth. Could it be possible that a dragon could look so bored when there was this much danger to them all. Petroth had shifted position closer to his twin either for comfort or companionship, T'mar wasn't sure. Turning back toward the banging on the door, he could hear the thoughts of Danuth. Turning to look at G'off he swore he could actually feel the other boys raging emotions.
Carefully T'mar backed a bit closer to the dragonetts ready to defend the against G'off as he was the holdless. I will not let him hurt either of you he spoke to them both, looking from one to the other twin blues. I know T'mar mine, just be careful please. Danuth's knows how to fight and you not so much[/b] came the scared reply from Petroth as he scooted a bit closer to Danuth. please be prepared to move out of the way quickly if something goes wrong. I know you can't hurt us on purpose but perhaps you can knock him over with your tail? T'mar told the pair as he moved closer to them and into G'off's line of sight.
"I will not let you hurt them G'off. I would rather have you for a friend and wingmate then to fight you. I know you know how to fight much better then I do, I'm not afraid of you and I will defend them both. Also, you must know that Petroth won't let you hurt me just as Danuth wouldn't let me hurt you. You are one of US now. Do you really wat to go back to the holdless? Would they even let you come back or would they kill you for your dragon?" T'mar asked quietly, making sure his stance and baring was as non threatening as he could make it. Hoping his voice carried his meaning clearly.
Standing quietly and watching G'off carefully, the door burst open. Watching as if in slow motion as one boy darted forward, things started happening agonizingly slow. All T'mar could do was stare open mouthed as he waited for what was going to happen next.
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Post by parallel on Aug 15, 2011 16:57:18 GMT -5
Marlaey/Elynth
They had come for them. The Holdless were attacking and she knew why.
They wanted to kill her dragon.
Her mind was a torrent of thoughts and emotions, her eyes flying desperately from one side of the room to the other, the other weyrlings just as frightened as she. But this was her fault wasn't it? The men were coming to kill the latest gold weren't they? Would it not be better if she ran now with her dragon to save the others? She could distract the Holdless for a time perhaps, but what if they caught up with her? What if she lost her lifemate?
Elynth burst in on her thoughts, You will not lose me, I will not lose you and we will certainly not cause the death of our fellows. Her words were sharp and authoritative, Marlaey had never heard her like this before. She could feel her gold's fear, but somehow the little queen was controlling it. Marlaey took comfort in her dragon's strength and resolved not to panic further, it wasn't helping anyone. Just as she was trying to figure out what to do she noticed Or'yn had come to aid them, telling them each to grab their sparring swords and prepare to fight. She bit her lip, a well of love for Or'yn overflowing within her, he had come for them when no one else had. Though the love she felt was almost entirely platonic, there was a hint of something more within her that she had not yet truly acknowledged, perhaps for the best at this early stage.
They heard the banging against the door and Elynth took the opportunity to roar as ferociously as she dared. Even Marlaey jumped at the sound. The gold dragon swung her head around to the scared group of weyrlings, her swirling eyes lingering on the twins and Siath huddled together, Protect your rider as best you can, but do not hold fear in your hearts, it has no place among us now. We are faced with danger, we must act as one to protect ourselves, she growled as she looked to the door, Our weyr will not let us perish. Look to Rath and his for guidance until the weyrlingmaster finds us. Do not lose hope! She bugled once more and spread her wings protectively before her siblings.
Marlaey grabbed her sword, fervently trying to recall the lessons she had attended. It wasn't in her nature to start a fight, but defending herself and others was a different matter altogether. She had always wanted to learn how to do that and since bonding with Elynth she had been given that chance. Though definitely not the most skilled in the art, she was able to demonstrate the more simple forms with the sword quite well. She just hoped it would be enough...
The barracks were breached.
Her heart raced.
She was nowhere near the front line, but neither was she cowering at the back, her pride and her dragon would not allow it. She had to prove she was strong enough to be a goldrider, that she was worthy. She adjusted her stance, readying herself for the fight, but flinched when the first blow was struck. It was a lot scarier than she was expecting. Elynth was there beside her though, ready to use her size as an advantage any way she could. They had to survive this together.
P'lel/Revyketh
A battle.
P'lel reached for his hunting knife, readying himself. Though he had fought others before, it was always by himself, he'd never had to look after anyone else! And this wasn't right, they were too young for such danger. He looked around, trying to pinpoint exactly where everyone was, the knowledge might be useful. His mind absorbed the information as his eyes turned to his own party. Rollitum had fled earlier, no doubt sensing the incoming danger. Wise little kitten. He hoped he would be able to find her after the fight. If he was still alive then. He pushed the thought out of his mind and had faith that at least she would be alright for now and soon so would he. Kialio was hissing and spitting, flitting from one place to the next, completely unsure of what to do with himself. P'lel tried briefly to calm him down, but the little bronze felt beyond his control.
Revyketh's back was arched, his head low and his fangs bared. He was furling and unfurling his wings in agitation. He was scared. And like a cornered feline he felt the need to strike, to attack rather than run. Mine, we must unite with my clutchmates, Mnemoth and Krestanovith especially. They, as well as Elynth are the largest. We can help defend the others. P'lel nodded, understanding fully. He heard the golden queen roar a challenge and felt pride in her stance, though really it was her who needed the most protection. He turned to Or'yn, the older bronzerider who had just arrived. Good. They weren't completely alone.
Revyketh sought out the two particular dragon's minds he had mentioned, Brothers, we are the strongest among our clutch, we should band together to help guard them.
Slipping his knife into it's sheath as a back up, he grabbed his sparring sword and prepared himself. He was a good hunter and a good fighter. He felt a little calmer in this situation compared to the others, but that didn't mean he wasn't afraid, he just knew what to expect. When the door burst open, he stepped forward, Revyketh growling behind him, tail lashing, both of them ready to defend their weyr.
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Post by wolflover1458 on Aug 15, 2011 18:15:40 GMT -5
Mnemoth had been very cool to the fact that the Holdless had breached the Weyr and that an attack was imminent. J'von still found himself wondering exactly what the dragon had seen in him. He certainly didn't feel like they shared many similarities. He could never remember feeling scared. In fact, he was feeling quite ready to faint. Mnemoth, on the other hand, seemed perfectly calm. Well, not calm, really, but he didn't seem worried either. J'von, we must protect the others and ourselves. Stop worrying yourself so. If we do not pay attention, we may perish.
And you expect me to not stress over that? J'von asked. How could Mnemoth take it like this. The Brown certainly looked as though he were ready to fight, but at the same time, there was a coolness in his voice that J'von couldn't understand. It was slightly contagious though, and he found that just the reassurance of having Mnemoth next to him was enough to help him calm down himself. You're right. We just need to keep our heads and take care of ourselves. And everyone else. No one's going to die. As long as they paid attention and didn't freak, they could get through this. Probably. Hopefully.
Definitely Mnemoth offered. There was a rage in his voice now, a fierce protection. He was one of the larger dragons here, and it was his duty to protect the others. J'von reminded him that he needed to protect himself as well. They will more likely target you than me, J'von. You are weaker.
Thanks for that. And if you charge at them, they'll kill you.
I am not that foolish Mnemoth snapped. J'von sincerely hoped he didn't do anything stupid. Mnemoth certainly seemed capable of it at the moment. Already, though, sounds were coming from outside. J'von looked over in terrified anticipation. There were Holdless out there, just ready to make their ways through.
There was suddenly a very loud noise, and his heart leapt. Now he could see them, men and women that looked all to willing to kill. How could anyone feel that strongly? If he hadn't seen their faces as he did now, J'von wouldn't have been able to believe it. He found himself quite paralyzed now. Mnemoth did not seem to approve of this. The Brown was doing his best to be very intimidating. J'von could only wish it would work, but one look at the murderous faces in front of him said it would take death to stop these people.
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Post by Ise on Aug 16, 2011 17:31:24 GMT -5
The attack on the Weyr had come at the worst possible moment. He had been able to show his Weyrlings some basic self-defense but until his broken arm had healed he couldn’t give them much. D’esus had recommended two of his green riders for the task and U’ski had set up a meeting to speak with them. The attack had come before he had even made it to the meeting. He had turned around and immediately tried to make it back to the Weyrlings.
The only luck U’ski had was the fact that his sword arm wasn’t broken and that he had been going to his meeting armed. Everything else was going against the blue rider. While he was by no means a Shield quality sword fighter, he had been a rider long enough to pick some stuff up. He cut his way through the small packs of roaming Holdless and avoided the larger ones, slowly making his way to the Weyrling Barracks.
You’re going to have to find a less direct way there. The Holdless knew where they were going.[/color]
The Weyrling master let out a soft curse as his dragon showed him how many Holdless were at the barrack door. He’d never be able to get in that way.
Rath’s is in there with the Weyrlings.[/color]
The was a moment of silence as Toroth spoke with the bronze.
None of the Weyrlings are panicking and neither Holdless boy is doing anything to cause problems.[/color]
U’ski was impressed with his youngsters, this was not a normal situation but they were handling themselves as best they could. Or’yn being there was good news as well, the bronze rider had a good head on his shoulders and both him and Rath would be able to help keep the dragons and their kids calm.
If nothing else, it helped U’ski calm down a little. Knowing that someone was with his Weyrlings gave U’ski the chance to hide for a minute and catch his breath.
Toroth, isn’t there a hidden way into the barracks?
It was in terrible shape when we were Weyrlings. And it’s not big enough for any of the dragons.[/color]
No but it’ll at least get me in there.
And maybe others if they were able to hold out in the barracks long enough. He just hoped he wasn’t too big for the passage.
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Post by freya on Aug 16, 2011 21:41:16 GMT -5
R'kin stood with his bronze dragon Krestanovith and he waited with baited breath as he stood to get in front of the gold dragon. "I'm sorry Marley your to important," said R'kin as they got in front of the gold rider and her queen dragon Elynth. His nature of defending her was coming out already as he would gladly sacrifice himself and his own for the gold queen. The gold queen weyrling was too important and even it would cost him his life she had to survive. While he got into a fighting stance as his bronze stood beside him and would use his size to defending the queen.
He was proving right now that he was a leader for the first time in his life. The bronze had made a good choice the day that he had chosen R'kin for his rider and they waited for the crowd of hold less who wanted to kill them all. R'kin looked around the group of them and couldn't bare for anything to happen to any of them. It was times like this that they wold remember forever if they survived and couldn't help to think that this was a test for flying thread one day. "We can do this," said R'kin as he looked at them and then got ready because he didn't know a lot of self defense yet they had a lot of bravery. He would defiantly ask about self defense lessons after this from older riders and just sighed as the noises grew louder. ""We can do this," said Krestanovitch as he looked at his rider and was prepared to fight.
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Aneisia stood next to her Bealveth in the back of the group and got ready to fight. She couldn't believe that the holdless had finally come for them. The girl was smart she knew that they we're here to kill them because they saw them as the future. While their deaths would put fear into anyone who had once been hopeful of impressing a dragon. She could see young people turning down search dragon's offers of standing for dragons even queens if they thought that it would lead to their deaths.
She got ready to fight while her Bealveth stood ready to fight. "We shall fight," said Aneisia as she looked around then took a deep breath as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail and was thankful she wore pants today. The holdless would pay for this if she survived this then she would make them pay. While she took a deep breath as the noises seemed to grow louder and then it was quiet.
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Post by HG on Aug 18, 2011 9:20:31 GMT -5
The plan was working the ones who were not intimidated soon would be. The Queen and her little rider would be dead soon and he would be hailed once more. Perhaps he would even be given the title of Queen Slayer. That would be something to be proud of. The girl would be easy enough to kill once he got through these pesky young males who thought they could protect her. HAH! Against him? Zerik had been training for Turns for this. If they thought they were going to get the better of him they were dead wrong ((<-- Pun, laughs)).
Zerik began to clash swords with K’len who had rushed forward ((as he’s the only one left)). Quickly knocking the young greenrider to the ground he found himself at odds with more than one of the rider’s as two other Holdless were dispatched by a young blonde man and the shorter dark haired rider. Looking at the leathers he knew what the knots meant. He’d grown up at Haven. Oh a full rider was he? Zerik almost laughed, he looked younger than half the young men in the room. Still it was these two that first grabbed his attention. Taking out the full rider would be the best thing to do, he had more training.
He found his sword meeting that of Or’yn’s. And the two began a duel that was sure to last quite a while. Zerik signaled for others to enter the room. He had many people under him and it would take a lot of fighting for these youngsters to get out of this. Something he very much doubted they were capable of doing. The Holdless that entered began to approach the Weyrlings. Drawing their weapons to engage them the Holdless were a little outnumbered but not outmatched. They had trained for a long time for this opportunity and it had come.
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U’ski comes. Rath informed his rider. Or’yn normally would have asked how exactly the man was going to get there but he was a bit preoccupied. Swallowing hard he felt his sword as it slid into the man in front of him. He had killed a man. He’d never killed anyone before and it made him want to cry. Not now though, he could not cry now. Or’yn saw that he was a symbol of hope to the Weyrlings and that Elynth was the hope for the dragons. Rath would later let him know about her pretty speech for now, Or’yn was distracted enough.
Once he had dispatched one man, the leader had come for him. Perhaps it would have been better to change. Nodding to Z’ten, to let the other young man know he had done the right thing, he stood right in the path of the leader. The Holdless was larger than he was but that did not mean Or’yn could not win against him. Or’yn was a little more nervous that he had less training. However he would not let the Weyrlings down now. They needed him to distract the leader so they could deal with the peons that followed.
He swung his blade to deflect blows mostly because that was all he could do. The man was strong and powerful. He’d never fought anyone this skilled although he was the Shield, any member of the Shield, was a match for this man. Or’yn was not so well trained and though he was able to move quickly and deflect it grew less and less likely that he would be able to strike the man in an offensive move. So he would have to keep up his defense and distract Zerik while the other Holdless met their deaths at the hands of the Weyrlings.
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G’off’s hiding place was not as secret as he would have liked. If they could all just pretend he wasn’t there things would be better. In fact he would like to pretend he wasn’t there. Danuth however took issue with this. He took issue with the hiding too but G’off would rather not be a target for his old friends. So Danuth allowed him to hide. Mine never fought. He took things and spied on people. He never killed. If he had the blue would not have impressed him.
“I’m not going to hurt Danuth or Petroth or anyone else for that matter. I’m not even going to fight the Holdless. What if my brother comes through that door?” He said with a strong voice. It was stronger than how he was feeling. What if his brother did come through that door? He would not be able to watch or take part in any of it. Which was why it was better if he was not involved at all whether the others believed it or not.
G’off will stay with us and keep safe. He thought it would be best for S’len to do so as well but it seemed the other was determined to fight his dragon every step of the way. To each his own, thought the younger boy. He knew Danuth would never harm him or anyone else. He knew the Holdless would harm him and anyone else who got in their path. G’off would choose Danuth every time.
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Post by kirensilverfox on Aug 21, 2011 0:11:46 GMT -5
K’len stood nervously as they were told to get their practice swords. He made sure that Rhyseth was safe and secure back with the other dragons. He knew that they were under attack but he felt surprisingly calm in the face of danger yet to come. He couldn’t understand why he was so calm and cool his mind seemed to be totally focused on the issue at hand. He figured that it was cause he wasn’t alone and that he wanted to survive. They had some training and there was some things that he learned from watching others.
He heard the breaking of the door and he pulled his sword and his belt knife. If they were gonna try and kill him he was gonna try and take as many with him as he possibly could before either succeeding in defending his life or going down.
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Post by Na Qaiah on Aug 22, 2011 19:38:45 GMT -5
((If I'm out of turn let me know r forgive me please))
T'mar relaxed and moved closer To G'off and their dragonettes. Looking to see that the little gold was safe even if she roared in challange or defiance it didn't matter to him. Even at this size it seemed the little gold was showing her grit. It gave T'mar courage as he faced the onslaught coming in the door.
"I'll stand by you G'off, I'd like to know that I'll have a friend by my side." Looking toward Danuth, T'mar bowed slightly to the twin blue in acknowledgement to his words earlier to him. we will stand together t'marmine Petroth answered as he added his own belowing challange as he stepped forward to stand next to his lifemate. After all, if his could be brave so could he.
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Post by Ise on Aug 24, 2011 20:04:14 GMT -5
Zerik and his crew were breaking into the room and Sorlen could only stand there. His moment to show the Holdless that he was still loyal to them was passing, if it had ever been there in the first place. It wasn’t. That’s why they sent you and G’off out here. Two little boys. And he’s not even a fighter. They were just sending you out here to die on the swords of the riders. Kind of like those people are. How could any of you two-legged be stupid enough to do things like this? They’re practically impaling themselves on the swords.[/color] Sorlen frowned and took a better look at the Holdless that tried to swarm in. While none of them were actually jumping onto the blades, they just kept trying to force their way in through the door. It didn’t matter that there were enough swords in front of the door to keep the Holdless out, if the ones in front didn’t move fast enough, the ones behind them had no problem shoving them forward. It was a mess of blood and dying men and only Zerik seemed to have any skill. Was this really what the Holdless had planned for him? To die like one of these sheep? Good, you’re starting to see how things really are. I knew I picked a smart one.[/color] He heard one of the other boys speaking to G’off, something about him fighting. The older of the Holdless boys couldn’t help but snort at that. G’off could barely lift a sword much less swing it. The kid was good at stealing crap from people but that was it. Ah but you certainly know how to do more then just stand around, don’t you S’len.[/color] Sorlen scowled a bit but for once it wasn’t directed at his dragon. He could do more then just stand around. He would do more. The Holdless had thought they could just send him into a slaughter and that he wouldn’t fight back? He clenched his jaw at that thought and looked around for a sword he could grab before he saw one on the ground. He yanked it out of a dead man’s hand, testing its weight before grinning a bit. The sword was a little heavy for him but if he helped kill enough people he’d find one that was more suited for him. All he had to do now was pretend that these people, the people he had grown up with, were the dragon riders he had been told to hate for his whole life. The riders fought in a style that was far more… delicate and precise. Sorlen hacked and slashed at any of the Holdless who came within range of his blade. A slash at the back of a man’s leg, hamstringing him before he moved on to another. Killing blows were less important then just stopping the rush of Holdless that came at them. And those who fell to the ground and still lived would be trampled by other Holdless anyway, why bother wasting the energy to slice a man’s throat open when he could instead try to cut someone’s hand off.
The color never returned to Z’ten’s face but the boy kept fighting, knowing that he had no other choice. He tried hard not to think about what he was doing. He tried to picture that ever person he swung his sword at was a heardbeast instead, that he wasn’t butchering people but just getting a meal ready for Deynzith. He could feel the fear radiating off his dragon even though she tried to put on a brave face. And he knew that she was getting the same feelings from him, that no matter how brave he tried to act he was still scared and just wanted this nightmare to end. Or’yn’s look of approval helped steady Z’ten though and he pushed back all thoughts and feelings and tried hard to just concentrate on what was in front of him. On block that blow and not losing his sword even though his arm was tired. On slashing at the man that ran past him and ignoring the scream of pain. Oh Z’tenMine, you are such a mess right now. I fear we will just have to burn those clothes. No amount of washing is ever going to get all those stains out.[/color] The green Weyrling couldn’t help but giggle a little. Maybe Deynzith wasn’t scared that he would get hurt or even die but was worried that someone would see him looking so poorly. |
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Post by parallel on Aug 24, 2011 20:57:32 GMT -5
Marlaey/Elynth
Marlaey clutched her sword, watching the fight begin. Or'yn had already dispatched one holdless and was now locked in battle with what appeared to be the leader. Marlaey feared for him as the man was much bigger than Or'yn, but the young bronzerider was quick on his feet and doing a good job so far. The other weyrlings were spaced around the barracks, either huddling together or standing up to fight. Marlaey felt at a complete loss, she wasn't sure where she should be at all. She saw R'kin and Krestanovith stand together, ready to fight and was sure his path was a lot clearer than hers right now. She was a goldrider, she was needed. They all wanted to protect her and Elynth, even at the cost of their own lives. Should she be putting herself in harms way like this? Was that fair to them? OR should she listen to her dragon and become more than a figurehead to the weyr.
Elynth had no such dilemmas. She wanted to fight, to rip apart these pathetic humans. How dare they enter her weyr? An unceasing growl reverberated from her chest as she pawed the ground, wishing she could slash these intruders to pieces. She wanted to contact Rath or Toroth to find out what exactly was going on outside of the barracks, but her immediate situation prevented her from acting on it.
The holdless all entered the room at once, and though they were less than the weyrlings, they still had the advantage of size and training. For a split second Marlaey's thoughts flickered to the two holdless riders among them, but so far they had not betrayed them. She was relieved, but as Or'yn had told her before, she wouldn't let her guard down around them just yet. Spotting a slightly less built man sidling around the room looking for prey, Marlaey and Elynth roared in unison at him. He would not be allowed harm those who were frightened. Flaring her wings, Elynth snapped her teeth at him aggressively, distracting him so Marlaey could slash at him with her sword. She wasn't overly confident in this idea, but she was committed now and would fight for all she was worth.
P'lel/Revyketh
Once the barracks had been truly breached and Zerik's men were inside the scene became chaotic. There was no clear plan, no formation, no leader. Or'yn was busy with Zerik himself and the rest of the weyrlings were scattered around the cavern in varying stages of fright. Though P'lel had only ever really fought alone, he understood the value of banding together. The little queen had made a good speech, but he wasn't sure it was enough to jolt everyone into action. He saw a few blades clash as weyrlings fought against holdless. Revyketh flaring his wings to look bigger than he was, continued to try and get in touch with his brothers. Obviously the melee was distracting them.
Krestanovith and His need to lead! he bellowed to P'lel who had just dodged a lethal strike, We need them to take on their rank as bronzeriders or else it will be left to the browns!
P'lel knew he was right, he looked over to where R'kin and his dragon stood shouting, "R'kin! Have Krestanovith speak with Rev and Mnemoth!" They were a bronze pair, they would naturally take point in a formation, at least P'lel hoped they would. If not he was more than willing to unite the group and strike as one rather than individually. Though he did spare a thought for the weyrlingmaster and his whereabouts. They really needed him right now.
He continued to dodge threatening blows and slash out with his sword as best he could while Revyketh flapped his wings and whipped his tail.
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Post by freya on Aug 24, 2011 22:15:05 GMT -5
R'kin heard the brown weyrling rider shouting at him when he didn't notice a man that came heading their way. He was about to follow the advice when a man came up to him then swung the sword at him. The bronze rider missed the first blow that was about to be delivered yet the second him on the side then he fell holding his side. His dragon got to get infront of him and whipped his tail out hitting the man that caused him to fall down. It was in that moment that Krestanovith went over to his rider and then kept nudging him with his nose.
"I'll be okay," said R'kin as he felt dizzy because of the blood lost and put a hand to his side. The wound had to be a wide as he started to cough and saw that more holdless we're coming his way. "Krestanovith get out of the way," said R'kin as he saw the man coming and his dragon continued to snarl at anything coming towards his rider. R'kin was laying there as he started to fade in and out as the image of his world was becoming blurred. A pool of blood was starting to collect around his side as his dragon kept defending his rider.
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Aneisia stood next to her Bealveth as she saw the holdless coming closer and grabbed a blanket. She rolled it up then throw it at a holdless coming towards her then ran at him knocking him to the ground. The green weyrling started to kick him in the side while her dragon was smacking him with her tail. "Teach you to attack us," said Aneisia who was enjoying kicking the man and kept it up. She was ticked that someone had come into her home and wanted to kill her dragon.
These people would realize that they we're the reason that they still lived. It would only be a certain amount of time before the their group fought off thread and saved their miserable lives. "Just stay away," screamed Aneisia as her true nature of a warrior was showing and the shy girl was gone. She was growing into her role as a green rider and kept kicking the man who was moaning. He would suffer for coming here and would learn never to come back.
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Post by kirensilverfox on Aug 26, 2011 18:18:07 GMT -5
K'len saw R'kin go down and worked his way over to his side slowly. He saw the blood pooling out along his side and pulled off his shirt and quickly tried to make a makeshift bandage. He wasn't sure if it was gonna help or not but it was worth a shot.
He looked around frantically for some help. " P'lel help me pull him out of the way."
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