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Post by NPC Holdless on Aug 12, 2011 19:23:39 GMT -5
(Tags: A’lez, J’zen, K’dan, Solera, Selesi, Dother)
Posting Order: Established as posts come
1. Holdless (led by Rhaegar)
2. Marnark
3. P0vertybay
4. Naqaiah
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The Holdless had broken intro groups for their attack on the Weyr. Some had attacked early, just as the suns first rays were touching the land and had made it into the Weyr before the riders had known what was happening. Other groups had waited a little longer. Rhaegar’s group was one that had been told to hold back. The riders were left with two choices, either send a group to deal with Rhaegar and his horde of Holdless that waited in the Weyrbowl, or commit themselves to battles within the Weyr and risk being taken from behind.
In the distance near the entrance to the Weyr, the Holdless warrior could see a gathering group of people. Most likely the defends sent to take care of him and those who were following him. Not a very big group so far though he could see a few more bodies joining it. Even with those added numbers, his group of Holdless out numbered the riders. His lips peeled back in a grin and he raised his bastard sword above his head, letting out a feral roar before him and the rest of the Holdless started their charge on the entrance of the Weyr.
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Post by Marnark on Aug 14, 2011 21:31:50 GMT -5
As soon as the alarm had been raised, A'lez was in motion. Quickly and silently he sent orders to riders through Neinoth, who just as quickly relayed them. He received a few back as well, as some riders reported in an inability to get to wherever they were supposed to be. But that was alright he supposed; everyone had rather been caught with their pants down when it came to the time of day.
But not when it came to being ready to defend. No, this was something that had been expected for a while now. No one's guard was down, even if they were in awkward physical locations at the moment.
A'lez sent Neinoth off after the Bronze had dropped him off. He had quickly slipped into some light leather gear - something he'd stopped to buy weeks ago. It was not obviously Rider garb, nor was it terribly heavy. But it would allow him to stay light on his feet and mildly protected from some blades anyway.
After having surveyed the aftermath of the attack on the other Weyr, A'lez knew what the Holdless were after. Riders. One of the orders he sent out via Neinoth was for every Rider to shed their knots, and any other telling garment they might be wearing. It would make them harder to spot as Riders, and give them an element of surprise if only in not being directly targeted. Thus as he was, himself. He wore no knots. Those who needed to know who he was would know him on sight. The Holdless, hopefully, wouldn't know him from anyone else.
It was a bit discomfiting to be without his dragon, but Neinoth was needed elsewhere. The big dragon could take a lot more damage than any human could ... and while he couldn't really fight back, he could slow them down. If only by parking his massive bulk in the middle of a throughway. Like ... some of the entrances to the caverns, he could block several off all in one go simply by being there.
The horde coming at him was something else ... he'd known there was a lot of Holdless, but this many? He never would have guessed. This was a lot of people! All rather pissed off too. A'lez stood ready, weapon in hand as he waited for the Holdless to come to him. Let them wear themselves out running pell mell across that field exhausting their air and limbs at the same time. He would be ready when they arrived. As they came, he coldly looked them over, trying to see if he could spot any kind of distinctive leader.
As with any other force, a sudden and unexpected loss of leadership could throw the scales way off balance ... and with this many numbers coming at him, he needed anything he could use to tip the scales in his favor.
"Tilt those wagons up on their sides!" A'lez ordered, stepping over to help with one of those exact wagons. Heavy built for moving heavy loads in the tithe trains, the wagons would provide small barriers to slow the pouring masses of Holdless, as well as offer some cover from archers.
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Post by p0vertybay on Aug 15, 2011 0:14:59 GMT -5
As he ran with the rest of the Holdless force, Dother pulled his bandana up over his nose. The cloth hid his exultant grin, he had never felt so – powerful – with so many people by his side following the same objective.
When Dother ran across the Holdless in his travels, they had impressed him with the disorder they had caused to the weyr. The dragonriders, fewer in number, paid less attention to the routine running of their lands. Their patrols were more focused on the detecting of Holdless in the thick jungle. Their attention was redirected to their own security and their own concerns, to their great dragons and to their own survival. The weyr pulled back to its center to protect its golden heart. The Holds and cots, not targeted by the Holdless, felt less attended by their weyrbound masters. The abandoned cots remained forgotten.
The men nearest to him raised their weapons and he raised his own short sword, roaring a challenge with the rest. They charged across the bowl toward the weyr protectors.
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Post by Na Qaiah on Aug 15, 2011 14:08:18 GMT -5
When the alarm went out that the holdless were attacking K'dan sent Osirith off to help where he could. When the word came to strip off anything marking him as a rider he didn't hesitate. He tossed off the riding clothes he had put on a half hour before and opted for a white loose fitting long sleeved tunic with a open v-neck, much like the kind sea farers wore. He grabbed a pair of loose fitting light weight leather breeches that were comfortable and functionable. Cramming his feet into a new pair of lace up knee length boots, he quickly secured them with the leather thongs. Stamping his feet a few times to make sure they fit right and weren't laced too tight, he grabbed his headband on the run swiftly tying it in place before snatching his sword and knife as he headed out on the run.
He found A'lez directing some men to turn the heavy wagons over. Nodding at the man and taking a quick look toward the yelling horde headed their way K'Dan didn't hesitate, he sheathed his sword and grabbed a hold of the nearest wagon. With all the help it wasn't long before it was turned over. Helping with the next one in line didn't take long either. Once several were turned over, K'dan joined A'lez unsheathing his sword and breath in hard from exertion, he too waited for them to come.
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Post by NPC Holdless on Aug 17, 2011 19:11:23 GMT -5
((If you have not yet posted, you may still do so. Just moving the thread along))
Illume Wing had answered A’lez’s call, or at least those that could. Some had already been cut off from the wing while others had been sent to more important places. But Weyrfolks with adequate weapons training had come to bolster the forces. They followed the Weyrleaders orders, helping flip some of the carts over to give the defenders some cover and protection.
And not a moment too soon. While most of the Holdless were armed with melee weapons, the Holdless had a handful of archers. Their first flight of arrows was short of the Weyr’s defenders, but their second one was on target. A majority of the arrows missed hitting anyone but a few found their marks. At regular intervals the archers set out another flight of arrows.
The archers were the only ones of the Holdless who seemed to have any sort of order to them. The Holdless who ran at the Weyr had started out as one massive horde, but the faster more eager ones quickly charged ahead of the rest. Rhaegar tried to keep them together but quickly gave up as more pulled away. He made sure he kept a small group of the better skilled fighters with him. His goal was to find the leader of this group and kill him. The leader would be either one of the Dragon Shield or a bronze rider, no one else would have the skill to keep such a key part of the Weyr safe. Rhaegar only hoped that four against one would be good enough odds.
The first of the Holdless crashed against Illume Wing. These were the young men and women who had never seen real combat before, the ones who still saw this as a game where they could win glory and honor. A few were taken down by their own archers, but most made it to the defenses and started swinging swords, axes, maces, at the riders. A few of these people had nothing but thick branches for weapons. But to the Holdless, it didn’t matter what they held in their hands so long as they got the chance to try and kill a rider and any who sided with them.
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Post by Marnark on Aug 18, 2011 22:56:07 GMT -5
A'lez didn't get to where he was in life by being stupid or unskilled. No matter which way the pie was sliced. He didn't leave the shadowing protecting of the nearest upturned wagon readily, knowing that more arrows would be coming. Apparently, the Holdless were not afraid to fire on their own, either.
He didn't know what was sadder. They they were doing what they were doing, or that they were willing to slay their own. That was no way to garner loyalty.
As the first young men came past the wagon, A'lez snatched one up by the arm, spinning him around with his own massive bulk and strength behind the move. His knife-weilding arm clamped around the man's neck, and he wrenched it sideways. With a grisly crunch, the Holdless died and the Weyrleader dropped him, all without ever having bloodied his knife. The next wasn't quite so easy, having come up fast on the first's heels.
A'lez was forced to dodge a few strikes before he managed to catch the offending wrist, yanking this Holdless forward to meet A'lez's short blade personally and rather permanently to the chest. Flinging that one to the side as well, he wrested the longer blade from the Holdless' hand and turned it about. Using it left-handed while his right still held his own dagger, A'lez rather wished there had been time to better arm everyone who was fighting to defend the Weyr. Twisting and slashing, stabbing and twisting, punching and placing strategically placed kicks, A'lez tore down every Holdless that came his direction with a deadly swiftness that came only from experience.
He knew he didn't have time for decorum or procedure. He just put them down as fast as he could, preparing for the next as quickly as he could. All knowing that in the face of what was rushing at him, he probably wasn't going to survive this day. All it would take was one wrong step, or one tired, slowed attempt at a blow. But for now, he was fresh and ready. For now, he would make the Holdless pay for every inch of Weyr they set foot on. He would make them pay in rivers of their youth's blood.
All in dire silence, A'lez never uttered a single yell or other sound, only occasionally grunting with effort, changing weapons as needed to keep going. If a blade got stuck, he simply let it go and took the next one that came his way. Such was an advantage of keeping both hands armed and being equally skilled with both.
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Post by Yuu Kanduet on Aug 21, 2011 12:43:36 GMT -5
Tyreth's distress was a constant presence in the back of J'zen's mind. The Blue didn't like not being near his precious rider in such dangerous circumstances, and J'zen agreed for the harper was just as worried about his Blue. Even though he wore no rider's garb or knots (he was still in his comfortable lounging clothes) J'zen thought like a rider. That meant his dragon always came first, but not this time. This time he was duty bound to protect the Weyr.
A swishing sound of air being cut by a blade alerted J'zen of an incoming attack, and he side-stepped it nimbly before whirling around and driving his knee in the stomach of his opponent. As the man doubled over, J'zen grabbed the back of his head and gave a huge wrench. The neck snapped like a twig, and J'zen kicked the body as it fell so that it fell into the way of another Holdless, tripping them up. Then, taking advantage of the man's trip, J'zen smashed the heel of his hand against the Holdless's nose, driving the bone into the brain.
The Blue rider was absolutely horrible with a weapon, but he was very profficient when it came to hand-to-hand combat. Even with an armed opponent, J'zen was dangerous. He had been taught to fight around weapons after all.
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Post by Na Qaiah on Aug 28, 2011 13:24:09 GMT -5
K'dan was a whirl of activity, or he was. One moment he was battling a fierce opponent, and the next thing he knew he heard Osirith telling him to stay. Stay where? Slowly he opened his eyes, the world swam making his stomach queezy. Closing his eyes for a moment seemed to help. He tried to lift his head and his world exploded in white hot flame. Putting his head back down, he took several deep breaths, or he tried too any way. He found he couldn't do that either. He decided he would wait a few moments before trying again.
Lay still mine, you have been injured. A holdless hit you on the back of your head after another stabbed you. You will have a big knot where he hit you, and the stab wound isn't serious, you moved and he missed. Your shoulder will be painful for awhile.[/color] was the soft voice in his head that was full of concern.
Grateful to hear his dragon, K'dan relaxed and the pain seemed to fade a bit. Rith, where am I and why is it hard to move and breathe?[/I] He asked his lifemate just as softly. Osrith are you OK? Where are you? Are you hurt?[/I]K'dan asked his suddenly full of concern as the memory of the attacking holdless suddenly reappeared in his sluggesh pain filled thoughts. Struggling to sit up again, the pain washed over him again and he slumped back down breathing hard.
I am fine, I am with many others and we are safe. No one will bother us where we are, they cannot reach us, and if they did we can fly to another place to escape. Relax, I have alerted the healer as to your injuries and where you are. They will come soon as they can and when it is safe to do so. You are laying under the one that attacked you. That is why it is hard to breathe. For now you are hidden, stay there and stay safe. The holdless think you are dead and as long as you lay still you will be safe.[/color]
Thinking hurt as much as moving. But he silently agreed with Osirith. As long as he was still he would be safe, unless someone decided to check to see if those that were down really were dead. K'dan decided that it just took more effort then it was worth to reason it all out. Relaxing now that he knew his lifemate was safe, K'dan tried his best to asses his physical damage. Yes his left shoulder hurt, it felt like it was on fire, but he could move it so maybe it wasn't damaged too bad. He hoped he didn't get a conclusion out of the head wound. It hurt bad enough to be one though, concidering the world swam every time he tried to move it.
He had to move, even if just. Little to shift position. Something was sending a stabbing pain into his back. Listening intently a few moments to see if anyone was near him first. K'dan tried to shift his body a bit when he didn't hear anything. It brought a fresh wave of pain stabbing through him. It felt like a red hot poker was rammed clear through from back to front. Neither K'dan or Osirith realized the knife that K'dan had landed on when he fell, had finished entering his back when he shifted position. Crying out in pain, K'dan slipped into blessed painless darkness.
From the place the dragons were hiding while protecting there Golden Queen, Osrith let out a panicked bellow when he couldn't hear his any more ... KDANMINE!! Help, I can't hear mine. I'm coming mine!! [/color] Osrith sent out to the healers telling them again where to find his as he took to the skies in a panick to reach his as fast as his wings could take him.
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