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Post by HG on Aug 12, 2011 9:30:31 GMT -5
(Tags: A’on, B’ren, D’isk, D’seus, H’nen and M’nor) Posting Order: Established once everyone posts one time. 1. HG 2. Ise 3. Firebreath 4/5. Dragon/Yuu ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ He dressed in his leathers, strapped the leather onto Zorometh’s back and realized slowly that this could be the last time he did any of these things. Taking a deep breath he scratched the muzzle of the dearest creature in the world to him. Stay safe Zor. I don’t want you anywhere near those brutes.I’ll be fine. You will be too. The Weyr needs strength from us now more than ever.You are right Zorometh. I will be strong. Tell Shadow Wing to meet me at the entrance to the Lower Caverns immediately. Dragons are to go to the highest Weyrs, the ones that cannot be reached on foot.Shadow Wingriders meet at the opening of the lower caverns now. Dragons to the highest places you can get to.D’seus hugged his dragon’s neck and then turned, walking out of the weyr as fast as he could. His sword was sheathed as his side. It was a good thing that they were such strong people at the Weyr. Physical fitness could only help in this situation. Thank Faranth he was good at strategy as well as sparring. This was going to be intense. He waited expectantly for the others to arrive. Once they were together. “All right. Lets give them all we have. We are the last defense for the children, injured, healers and people who cannot protect themselves. Try to stay together. We have more of a chance if we’re fighting side by side.” As soon as the words were out of his mouth the Holdless burst the doors open. The fighting commenced before he even had time to wonder about an escape plan. He knew though, there would be no escape. Not for him or the people in the Lower Caverns. The coming Holdless seemed innumerable. He tried to keep tabs on who was where but was unable to. That was until he saw Nvar and Razia had been cut off from the rest. He feared for their lives but as it stood, he could not help them. It seemed they were on their own. The Bronzerider looked to the men near him and nodded. They could do fight hem off. |
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Post by Ise on Aug 12, 2011 22:51:43 GMT -5
There were better ways to start a day then by finding out you were under attack. Even waking up in bed with another guy hadn’t been this bad. Still, they had been expecting this attack. It was kind of nice to no longer be waiting for it now that it was here. The bronze rider grabbed his weapons and tried to go out the door of his weyr before turning around and going to his massive dragon. He rested his forehead against Zeuth’s neck.
“Do what Zorometh said. Find a high place and stay safe. Otherwise… well it’s awfully hard to be a Weyrleader if you don’t have a dragon.”
Zeuth chuckled softly in his mind and sent B’ren a few reassuring thoughts.
I will be safe so long as you try not to be too reckless.[/color]
“Deal.”
B’ren continued to lean against his dragon for a little longer, knowing that as soon as he left his weyr he’d have to put away his own doubts and be a confident bronze rider. He’d be around his wing at least and that’d help as well. He let out a little sigh and gave his dragon a pat on the neck, giving him a silent good bye before he left his weyr and ran down to the lower caverns.
B’ren was pleasantly surprised to see that he was the first one there and gave D’seus a nod of greeting. He freed his sword as others from the wing started to fill in. D’seus reminded them what they were fighting for, that if they failed, everyone in the lower caverns would die. B’ren tightened his grip on his sword, thinking of his foster family and all the friends that were father in the caverns. He had never been the best fighter in weyrling lessons but it was a lot easier when you had something like that to fight for.
Their Wingleader had barely finished speaking before the Holdless were at the door and breaking through it. He didn’t think as he stepped up, trying to help block off the door from the incoming rush of enemies. They were out numbered, but that didn’t matter when the Holdless were forced to come through the door in small numbers. They were slowed even more as some were killed even before getting past the threshold.
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Post by freya on Aug 17, 2011 21:42:10 GMT -5
M'nor had slept in let after coming in from a wild night of gambling and he slowly got out of bed after hearing a lot of noise. When he looked down then saw a bunch of men approaching then heard the message and got dressed first with brown leather pants. He was almost falling over from trying to put his clothes on to fast and then throw on his brown shirt. While he got his sword then got on his brown dragon Oreth and they took off to the battle below. The young man joined the others and sent his dragon away to the heights above. He knew that he would here about it later on about being late and as a wing second he should have been better prepared.
While the weyr had been expecting this attack for a while now and sighed when would they just leave them alone. He wanted to just live life and that included having a life not battling all the time. M'nor said, "Let's get started should we," as he got ready to face the hold less and knew that it was better that he was hurt then his dragon. The rider dreaded loosing his dragon and would easily die then live dragon less for the rest of his life. A few breaths he hoped that they made it through this as he looked at the rest of his wing. He stood with brave people and would be happy to die next to them.
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A'on was in the lower caverns as he was eating when he heard the noises and then got up quickly. He heard the order given and then reached for the dagger that he kept in his right boot. His Hadeth was coming for him as he said, ""Coming A'on,". "No, get to somewhere with height nothing can happen to you," said A'on to Hadeth as he looked up to the sky and then concentrated on the mission at hand. He had been expecting it to happen soon and was relieved to know that he was here with his wing.
The rider noticed the other three people nearby and then waited for the holdless. He would make them pay for coming to this weyr and disturbing their peace. A'on took a deep breath and concentrated on the battle that was coming up ahead. His experience with fighting was fair because he had taken lessons the last few turns. The young man would be able to hold his own and take down the holdless.
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Post by HG on Aug 18, 2011 13:01:17 GMT -5
D’seus saw more of his wing joining them as they continued to fight. There were people everywhere and as the fighting drew on, he realized how hard it was to tell who was with you and who wasn’t. Well, aside for the fact that his wing had good hygiene and the Holdless seemed to disregard the importance of bathing. What a smell! The Holdless were like a mob of unruly children. The direction of the ones coming at them seemed aimless. The only thing they cared about was killing.
There was a break for a moment amid the fighting where it seemed the Holdless were pulling back. At which point he turned to his Wingsecond. “M’nor! ‘Bout time you showed up.” He said with a laugh and gave the man a rough tap on the shoulder. Then he moved on to A’on. “How are you holding up there?” He asked trying to talk to the men around him. Anyone who was injured now was the time to get them out of the fighting. No doubt the Holdless would be coming back in here and with a vengeance.
When he was finished talking to the Bluerider he walked a few steps further to B’ren. “How are things with you?” He asked the younger man. The new ones had less combat training although they were younger and possibly stronger than the older wing members. He trusted B’ren would tell him if something was amiss with him. It seemed that Shadow Wing was holding up just fine.
As soon as the other Bronzerider got the chance to answer the Holdless were indeed back. This time it seemed they had brought bigger men. After all of this fighting he was thinking a nice trip to the beach would do wonder along with a pretty woman, some wine… oh definitely the wine. He was grinning in triumph as he worked with his blade. Despite being a rider for many Turns he had always kept up with his sparring. M'nor often times being dragged along with him to practice.
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Post by Ise on Aug 19, 2011 22:26:30 GMT -5
B’ren fought hard beside his wing, doing his best to ignore the fact that every time he swung his blade he was injuring or killing someone. Those first ones had been the hardest, but it was do or die. Had he been by himself, the bronze rider wasn’t sure if he would have been able to do it. But with every kill he helped make, he reminded himself that he was protecting Zeuth, his wingmates, his foster family, and everyone else that had taken shelter in the Lower Caverns. Reminding himself of everyone who was counting on him made the grisly work easier to deal with. And after a while he simply became numb to it.
When a break finally came in the fighting, B’ren took a moment to try and work his shoulders lose. His arm was sore and he was fairly sure it was going to fall off. He also realized that he was covered in blood and almost panicked before he realized that it was all from the Holdless they had been fighting. Or at least most of it. He was trying to get some of it off his hands when D’seus came over to him. The young bronze rider was paler then normal and his eyes looked a little too wide but he at least didn’t look like he was going to break.
“Oh you know, same old. Just wishing we had some of the female riders here to impress. Next time the Holdless attack you should make sure some of them are around.”
His normally easy grin looked a little more forced then normal but at the sound of another wave of Holdless coming, B’ren returned to his place. He tightened the grip on his sword, deciding now that he would have to learn how to fight left handed so he could give one arm a break.
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Post by Yuu Kanduet on Aug 21, 2011 13:03:54 GMT -5
D'isk had lingered with Kalith for a few moments longer than necessary. This was a time when all the sins of his past were going to come back to haunt him. He was a former Holdless, and it was folly to hope that no one would recognize him. He had lived with those monsters most of his life after all. Would he still be allowed to remain when the truth came out?
A soft nudge from Kalith made him pull back enough so that they could look into each others eyes. No words were exchanged between them. In that moment, they were far to connected to need them. Without realizing it, D'isk had started crying, and Kalith pressed her warm muzzle into his chest. Nothing more mattered beyond the fact that no matter what the outcome, they would face it together.
D'isk didn't watch as Kalith took off to seek refuge in the higher weyrs. Instead he stayed focused on his task of joining his comrades. The broad-sword he had strapped to his back had found its way to his hands, and with the skill of a master, D'isk mauled and hacked to pieces any that stood in his way. Some of the Holdless managed a look of recognition and fear before he brutally slaughtered them. This wasn't the first time he had taken the live's of men, but it would be the first time he did it for a good reason. The Holdless had made him a weapon, and now he was being used against them.
Finally working his way to his friends' sides, D'isk recognized B'ren. The massive man worked his way over to the Bronzerider's side, slicing one Holdless clean in two before grinning through his greeting.
"Fancy meeting you here. Come here often?"
The joke was in bad taste, but D'isk chuckled anyway. His attempt at humor was the only thing holding him together at the moment. He had eaten with these people, bathed with them. Some of them really weren't completely lost. They were just confused, hurt. Still he continued to kill them, looking past the looks of betrayal forever frozen on their faces and in their eyes. At least none of them had managed to talk. So far there was no proof of his former involvement with the Holdless. That was good, right?
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Post by freya on Aug 24, 2011 22:31:28 GMT -5
M'nor stood with his best friend and continued to fight the holdless. He didn't appreciate the fact that he had a heaadache from drinking too much the night before. The brown rider looked around and got a little too close to some holdless. If he had chance to talk to them later then he would tell them that they needed to bath. His opinion of them hadn't improved once meeting them and lived up to their nasty smelly attitude.
His sword collided with another man's and soon the two we're in their own personal little battle. M'nor wasn't going down by a holdless and vowed he would go down by thread first. It was real honor in going down with thread because that was what dragons we're designed for. He continued to fight with the man and wondered how long this would go on for. The wingsecond felt his sword be knocked out of his hand then did a sweep kick to knock the man down.
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A'on was pinned against a wall with two holdless holding swords at him. He looked around spotting his sword that had been kicked out of his hands a moment ago. The man went to reach for it as a sword struck his arm and he hissed in pain. While he landed on the ground holding his arm and the right one holding the sword. One of the men started toward him and motioned to the other one to halt saying, "His mine,".
He would not go down this day and waited for the man to make his move. A'on waited then a sword came at him as he held his own and then waited. The situation was a stalemate neither one giving in for a few moments till his sword was knocked away again. A quick knock to the ground by the man's fist and A'on found himself on his knees. "Now you die dragonrider," said the holdless as he looked at the man that would make him a hero at home.
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Post by HG on Aug 27, 2011 8:12:29 GMT -5
D’seus patted the other Bronzerider on the back. “I thought you would prefer the ladies be alive.” He said with a grin, for he certainly would prefer the women were alive and happy to heal their wounds and make them all feel like heroes. He wouldn’t let that distract him from the now though. Women always liked him, there was no need to try to impress them with fighting. He readied himself for the next onslaught of Holdless and they did not disspoint. They were well trained and determined.
The Bronzerider was just as determined if not more so to defend his home, family and dragon. He finished killing a couple of them when he saw A’on knocked down. This wouldn’t do at all! He rushed over to the Holdless about to kill A’on and stuck his sword through the man’s back. “Not if I can help it.” D’seus said in the man’s ear as he held the hair on the man’s head and pulled him backwards. Taking his sword out of the man he laid him on the ground.
He walked toward A’on, “Alright?” He held out his hand to help the wingrider up. “If you aren’t up for fighting, head to the infirmary now. That is an order.” He added as he turned back to see people covering them so that he had a chance to help the bluerider. Taking his sword in hand he went back to the fighting. They were once again successfully pushing the men back and killing them. Injuries thus far being minor, he thought perhaps they really could win this.
Hope did spring eternal right?
The man was answered when after what felt like candlemarks of fighting the horn sounded. He saw the remaining Holdless running for the jungle. They had fought them off. Zorometh informed him Elynth was unharmed and he had to agree despite the few losses, this was an overall victory.
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Post by HG on Sept 6, 2011 20:39:25 GMT -5
((Thread is ended feel free to add things to your profiles. Any injured can report to the infirmary))
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