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- Raen and Piryth scour the are>> -- Raen+Piryth, 20:28:53 03/15/02 Fri
The Xanadu Green and her rider fly low to make sure no Thread had burrowed, making sure of that, they blink Between to the Healer Hall to check on her sister..
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- [Healer, well as close as you are going to get right now.] -- [[ATTENTION : T'yin and Viouth!!] -- Ralek & Taliath, 13:29:23 03/14/02 Thu
Black, blacker, blackest,
Colder beyond frozen things,
Where is between when there is naught
To Life but fragile dragon wings?
Repeating the song in her mind as ever Ralek emerges from the cold darkness of between her gaze moving swiftly over the site where Threadfall had been, recognising a couple of the remaining riders she nods her head in greeting before sighting the green and rider that she guessed she had been asked to come here because of.
[[There Taliath]] Ralek address the gold picturing the clear spot a short distance from the group.
**Certainly** Backwinging as the ground reached up to greet them Taliath lands gently raising her forarm on cue to allow Ralek to get down from her back.
[[Names?]] Ralek questions of the gold moving to the group.
**T'yin and Viouth** comes the responce as the gold cranes her neck to wtchas ralek finally reaches the pairs side and drops to the ground beside the fallen rider.
"The healers are no where to be found, so you have me, Shayndel would possibly be more use but she is otherwise busy" keeping her words short and to the point Ralek carefully studies the green rider, listening as Taliath offers her input on his injuries. **His back and neck were scored quite badly, his shoulders too**
Shaking her head at Taliath's words Ralek looks at the motionless rider. "First we need to see that he regains conciousness" she comments glancing up at those around. "Water?"
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- Sending them home -- Tanikli~Euroth * S'arn~Virth * R'kese~Hakath, 21:51:49 03/13/02 Wed
Returning to her green after tending a few fellow scored, the rider hugs the wounded dragon gently. "Roth, can you go between and get us home? I'll give you a bath and an oiling, and then let you nap." The dragon nods mutely, her eyes whirling a pastel mixture of muted orange and periwinkle. Climbing aboard, she winces as she feels Euroth strain for altitude, feeling the welcoming edge of between reach in for her.
"Alright brown Wing, nice fighting. Make sure, Virth, that we don't have any burrowers."
Like no others did that. The brown grumbles as he complies, his wings sweeping them along nicely. NOW can we go home and sleep? Being a Wingleader is strenuous.
"Think S'sha will flame the browns, or d'you think we did okay?" The rider asks amusedly, scanning along with Virth.
You never know, but I have a feeling it was fine. I need oiling, I'm sooty. The weyrlings got their training for first 'Fall, glad of that. You know, for only having R'nos and Leth to start with, we ended up alright. On that note, the pair leap to that familiar cold known as between.
Rider mine, go to Healer Hall, that's going to scar. It hurts, I can feel it hurting. Hakath mutters as the bronze soars along dimly after the 'Fall. His wings pinioned by the summery post-Fall air, he glides quietly. Remember Eve, and how she waited?
"I remember, Hak. But I got it taken care of." The rakish scar lining down from the bronzerider's forehead to his chin throbs slightly, the red line practically factioning his face. Wincing against it, R'kese reaches for his vial of numbweed. "This is all I need, it's trivial. Riders have more pressing wounds then mine, I am no weyrling Hak." R'kese protests before a grumbling Hakath blinks them to the Perches for a wash and sleep.
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- End of Threadfall -- Henrya~Quiyath :: K'ten~Tyenth :: T'liv~Nikath :: Inumé~Shenth :: Kalya~Layath :: T'ben~Rekoth, 23:25:26 03/12/02 Tue
Henrya patted her green's hide tiredly, mentally, and with a burden of weariness and anxiety for Maj, wherever she had flown. Ready to truck us back to Honshu? she asked the green. Essentially, yes. May I just preen a tad more for the browns and blues? Henrya rolled her eyes. "Only for a bit, then," she whispered. Quiyath strikes a pose and blinks between with a gust of wind that could have been blown by a butterfly. The viridescent hide was gone in a blink to Honshu Weyrhold's Chamber of Olde, coordinates which she had been told about long ago.
K'ten felt slightly disappointed at missing the bulk of the Fall, but his rust-brown dragon seemed contented that once they had joined, they had done their part admirably. Ready to go back, Tyenth? The brown nodded solemnly and fixed, at his rider's request, the image of Honshu's Cliffs in his mind, the pair quickly winking out.
T'liv didn't have to pause long to realize where he would be going. The destination of Fort's Sands was set as easily as anything, and the blue and rider were gone in instants to talk to Weyrwoman Litisha about transferring to High Reaches Weyr.
Inumé and Shenth chose a destination of Igen Weyr main as their point of reference and slipped into between's deep enfolds. A nice, long nap seemed in order for the pair even before a bath.
Kalya told Layath to fly back to Igen Weyrling Barracks and hope that lessons were to be continued soon.
T'ben sent Eastern Weyr main to his bronze's mind and they were soon gone to that area of their home weyr.
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- Everybody returning... -- A'dor * Kebeth :|: K'lashtai * Dalleth :|: Slenya * Faieth :|: J'lar * Flagenth :|: Chavala * Sinouth :|: Sh'muel * Lirth, 19:22:44 03/11/02 Mon
A'dor and Kebeth sighed audibly as Fall ended. «We missed it,» came Kebeth's mindvoice. «Are you disappointed in me, 'Dor?» A'dor leaned over and patted his bronze's supple flank. «Of course not. None of the other Honshu weyrlings did, so at least we're not alone.» The bronze nodded, then jerked his head in an obvious request that A'dor mount. «I am ready for home,» Kebeth announced. A'dor nodded his agreement and climbed into place on his lifemate's broad, sinewy neck. Kebeth took off, sweeping the ash-laden air with majestic swishings of his wings. He rose to a fair height, then, with an odd eagerness, entered between.
Dalleth suddenly stopped flaming. «It is done,» he told his rider. «It is?» K'lashtai asked. «Then let's leave...» The two deaths, J'el and Hilath, and T'run and Adath, had affected the brownrider more than he'd let his cheery soul admit. Dalleth gave his rider tacit agreement, then asked, «To Xanadu, then?» K'lashtai was puzzled. «Where else?» «A green is rising. Aghath, lifemate of Alara,» Dalleth replied. «Oh... I see. You don't want to try and catch her?» «I am too exhausted, my rider. Are you disappointed with me?» «No... I just thought dragons were supposed to be so randy...» «Don't even go there.» With that, Dalleth blinked between.
Faieth finished flaming a last clump, sending a vindictive flicker of flame after the remnants of Thread. «And don't think of returning! At least not for a while. We dragons need our rest.» Slenya smiled slightly, then asked, «So... we're finished?» «Yes.» «Faieth? What goes on at Ista?» «Nothing... they are all gone.» «You know what I mean. Is that... impostor.. is she taking over Ralek's duties?» «Apparently... but the other Weyrleaders approved her. Why should you resent the position? Ista needs leadership.» «Ralek's!» «Rider mine, you are tired, and confused. I will return us to our weyr. There you shall rest.» Faieth left no time for Slenya to protest, but entered between without further hesitation.
«J'lar. It is nearly time to teach the weyrlings... you know? And Threadfall is over, Kylith says it is so.» J'lar cocked his head at his bronze, slightly surprised. «Indeed? Good. It was a tough Fall... I could sure use a good nap.» «You shall get one then. To Fort?» 'Where else...' In his exhaustion, J'lar forgot about the mindlink and fell into the habit of communicating verbally. Flagenth nodded and dipped out of the now dispersed formation before blinking out.
As the green wing dissolved, Chavala stared down at the bronzes below. «Sinouth? Are he and Lirth all right?» «Of course. Sh'muel has a small score, but it is not serious. D'v—Daven would envy him if he knew... it will make him look dashing.» «He IS dashing.» «Well, you know what I mean.» Chava didn't bother replying as the green dived to the bronzes' level. 'Sh'mueli?' she called. From among the swerving bronze masses, Lirth emerged, bearing a slightly dazed Sh'muel. 'I'm here... are you hurt?' 'Of course not,' came Chava's crisp reply. 'But you are. Let's get you home.' Neither rider nor dragon protested; Lirth cast a tired, draconic smile before winking between, and was followed by Chava and Sinouth, all headed for the comforting warmth of Southern Weyr, away from the chilling sorrow that permeated the place where Thread had fallen, and taken lives.
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- [::] -- Mave-Seereth, Kilia-Sith, D'rius-Dememnth, 17:35:41 03/11/02 Mon
As Fall ends, the tears come, trailing their way down Mave's face, crystaline droplets. She removes her straps, but does not move, eyes glassy with disbelief, mind turned inward. Suddenly, jerkily, she moves, dismounting. Her feet hit the ground with a solid thunk, Mave turns, her face hidden in Seereth's golden bulk. With a gentle croon, the normally veridical Queen twists her head around, her head resting by Mave's body. Both seem incredibly weak, the sarcasm and irony gone. After a moment, Mave remounts, dashes the tears from her eyes, and calls out, voice suddenly strong, "Southern riders, return to your Weyr!" The pair lifts up, the gold's broad wings raising them withing moments. Mave glances back once before Seereth blinks between, her gray eyes searching for a trace of her weyrmate, and finding none.
Kilia watches the Weyrwoman's reaction with mild curiousity. As Mave gives the directions to return to Southern, she smiles. Good, she could use a nap. ~We should also compare formations with Lyra.~ And Mave. ~We should wait for that though, she probably needs some times to grieve.~ Alright, but Lyra after she gets better. ~Yes.~ Sith returns to the air, his wings pumping tiredly, bright blue tail twitching animatedly. Quickly, he goes between, to their home.
As Mave gives the signal, D'rius finds himself admiring her strength. ~It is very admirable.~ D'rius absently rubs his shoulder, keeping his balance as Dememnth lifts off. He grabs the straps suddenly, making sure they are held tightly in his hands before Dememnth goes between. The feel of strong leather between his hands is comforting, he relaxes. Dememnth blinks between, seeking the warmth of Southern Weyr.
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- And thus Threadfall ends! -- S'sha and Kylith || R'nos and Leth || Evelene and Palirth || T'yin and Viouth, 17:31:28 03/10/02 Sun
*Swearing ripely every other wingbeat, the Weyrwoman clings tightly to the flamethrower as Kylith once more flickers between and back to dodge a clump, which they then dive to flame in time. Kylith maneuvers her way up into position again, her voice bleak as she reports another death. Her rider doesn't respond, merely letting loose another string of colourful curses. S'sha twists the wrong way as her dragon veers, managing to flame the targeted clump anyway before Kylith bugles shrilly. Wh-? is all the Igen woman can ask before she, too, feels the dangerous give of her riding straps. Thread must've hit them! she yells to Kylith, quite aware of the gold's sudden slow and deliberate flying. Glaring down at the ragged ends flapping loosely in the air, S'sha barely has time to swallow a yell as a swift dart to the side elicits another snapped strap. Shards, Kylith, that's both sides. Now holding on purely through the strength in her toned legs, the queenrider grits her teeth and grimly continues flaming the last vestiges of Thread, suddenly aware of their lessening.*
R'nos and Leth remain unscored as the Fall tapers off, the brown flaming the last tangle within his reach vengefully then hovering, his rider slumping over and pressing his hands to his ears in a useless attempt to block out the noise.
~Palirth smoothly obeys her WingLeader's orders and slides back into T'yin's vacated domain, also covering Euroth's as well. She darts and swerves methodically, neck snaking out to flame various Thread. As Fall ends, she, too, hovers silently, Evelene sitting straight and staring at the silver-less sky.~
Viouth's shrill, panicked scream sends chills into all who hear it. T'YIN! As W'ren and Datoth reach her rider first, she bugles angrily at the brown, having no other outlet but sheer noise for her stark fear. She does, however, allow W'ren and his lifemate to release her rider's bloody, limp body from the twisted straps and settle him on the ground. Completely ignoring the brown now, Viouth doesn't react as surprisingly, he dumps numbweed on her own scores, the pains of which have long since been dulled by terror. Only integrated obedience keeps the green from bugling at Shrineth, so instead she glares at her with red-laced orbs, whirling so fast as to be a blur. Luckily, she recognizes A'rak and Kadoth, and allows the boy to slather numbweed on her scores as well, his hands more precise than Datoth's dumping but the brown's efforts greatly appreciated. T'yin doesn't stir, his eyes closed and breathing shallow, heartbeat weak. With deep, nasty scores all across his shoulder blades and back, as well as his right arm, side, and leg, it's a miracle that his head and neck are relatively untouched. Needing to vent, Viouth throws her slender muzzle into the air and screams, her soprano voice carrying fear of death.
*Ugh. Can't someone shut that green up? S'sha mutters, hearing Viouth's shriek. Her rider is badly injured. It doesn't look good for him, Kylith replies, coming to a halt as the rest of Thread disappears, flamed by the upper wings. Carefully balancing on the thick golden neck, S'sha groans as a rush of pain nearly unseats her. I need more numbweed. The gold snorts. As do I. But I'd best announce end of Fall to these weyrling-brained idiots who keep getting themselves and their dragons scored. Despite the harsh words, the rider can easily make out the worried tone underneath. Riders and Dragons! Threadfall has ended! Take yourselves back to your Weyrs and get treated. Breathing deeply, S'sha hangs on to her flamethrower as Kylith descends, with the comment that without good riding straps, she certainly wasn't taking her lifemate between.*
((OOC- All Weyrwoman have some healing skills. Usually there's someone else, too, who has healing ability and all riders can take care of minor scores themselves.))
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- In from Between -- Paith & Gwyn, 02:35:53 03/09/02 Sat
Gwyn appears in the air with her green. A tangle of thread gets charred but blows back onto Gwyn
Paith carefully dogdes a tangle and dive after another piece.
Gwyn lets out a yelp and suddenly they are between and out again.There is a long marek down Gwyn's arm and shoulder. Paith's mating flight was going to be painful.
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- {When is Thread over?} -- Alara*Aghath - - T'ren~Jeneth, 00:11:32 03/09/02 Sat
Two is to many for one Fall! Alara tells her green with worry. When Aghath tells her who exactly had gone between forever, she pales. Oh, Faranth! Weyrleaders! Aghath practically growls at the next clump of Thread, which she ferociously flames. That was too large a flame, Aggie! *I don't care.* Alara sighs, and gives her dragon more fire-stone. Using those pieces, Aghath blackens the next clump of Thread. Calm it, Aghath! The green's emotions are running on high, though, and Aghath refuses to be calmed. For the sake of the firestone, she produces smaller flames. Thank you. And comming in on our right, in front and out of formation. Aghath banks in that direction, leaving the formation entirely. She catches that clump, and returns to her and Alara's position. Warn T'ren that that clump is near ontop of him! *Jeneth, that clump isn't gonna miss you!*
That was the second, 'Neth, the second pair gone between this Fall. T'ren feels this death more than he had felt J'el and Hilath's. As Jeneth tilts his head the right a bit, T'ren asks: Who was it? The bronze has said nothing since his sorrow was felt by T'ren. Flaming, he sadly informs his rider. ~It was Adath and T'run.~ The Weyrleaders? But... It could not be, could it? Weyrleaders did not die in Threadfall. ~Pay attention, or we'll be the next ones!~ T'ren snaps is head back as he begins to look for Thread once more. Above, get the one in front first, T'ren instructs. Jeneth stretches his neck out to the fullest in order to reach the clump ahead. He flames, charring the Thread, and draws his neck back in. Now for the one right above. T'ren grips his straps, glad that he is buckled in. ~Aghath says-~ Shards! ~That the clump isn't going to miss us!~ The clump that T'ren had thought would be in the perfect place for flaming wasn't. It is nearly on top of the pair, and they barely manage to escape between. Close one!
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- .::'::. -- Rinali - Lilith, K'skin - Deneth, Ain - Nijith, G'rein - Grenith, 16:16:47 03/08/02 Fri
.::.Rinali grit her teeth, running a hand through the mass of tangles she calls her hair. The bottom edges curled under the helmet and constantly brushed agaist her neck, causing it to itch constantly. The girl pulled it back deftly for the tenth time this Fall and returned the hand to its nessisary spot on the flamethrower. Her eyes danced in the flame it sprouted on the clumps of Thread, mingled with a hardness that had never been there before. Already this menece had claimed lives - too many lives - and she was determined not to be added to the list. If she ver became Weyrwoman, there would be optional classes for Weyrlings or Dragonriders to learn more techniques on flaming Thread. She wouldn't have names under her own for being unprepared. Lilith snapped her head around, eyes whirlig madly. ~Rinali, snap out of it! Fight now, think later.~ The goldrider blinked several times, then nodded. She aimed her nozzle and fired, then answered her dragon. `Let me handle the flaming, you just keep us out of the Thread. Deal?` The gold snorted and swerved, giving her rider the answer. Obviously it was yes. For the first time since Thread started to fall, the girl smiled and continued fighting.::.
.::.K'skin sighed and let his warm grey-black eyes rove the fighitng feild. Many had fallen one way or the other, but he was still up. With an almost bland assertion, he noted K'ndelek and most of the queens were as well. Something of a smile flickered over his stotic face as he watched Deneth convert another clump of Thread to ashes. Oddly enough, his eyes would release the scene of the ashes falling to the ground, then being swept up gently by the wind out to sea. It was too peaceful an end for the menece that had come upon Pern. With a muffled excitement, K'skin patted Deneth's back, giving him the signal to go all-out. The brown would have responded but for the moment he was concentrating on the firestone.::.
.::.Ain bounced gleefully on top of Nijith, wide blue eyes watching the other dragons char their way through Thread. `Nijith, can you really do it like that?` She asked quietly, still thinking about the coversation with her half-brother. He had just recently Impressed and she guessed it was hard to think about much else. ~Of course I can, watch!~ The blue grumbled, spreading his wings and dipping in the air. When he reached the lowest point of decent, he let out his flame and came back up, leaving nothing but ashes behind him. Ain eyed it critically and patted Nijith's hide. `Not bad for starters. But how 'bout we really give this stuff all we got?` The blue reflected for a moment, then nodded. ~Alright, but I am starting to get weary.~ Ain sighed and shook her head, handing over more firestone for Nijith.::.
.::.G'rein paled noticably when the next person out was T'run. He swallowed nervously and shifted in his saddle, eyes still drawn to the exact spot the Weyreader had been last. He knew that the story of this ThreadFall would be told for ages to come. It was one of the most brutal in history. Grenith picked up on his nervousness and shivered after charring a clump. ~G'rein, please don't think like that. I can't concentrate.~ she mumbled, chewing on more 'stone. G'rein started, but calmed down, shuddering and falling motionless. `Alright, Grenith, but try to stay away from that spot, will you?` The green spurted flame and veered away from the cold and uninviting spot, continuing on her journey, leaving on black ashes behind her.::.
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- {Calling a weyrling!} -- AlaraOOC, 23:48:32 03/06/02 Wed
Firestone? *assumes the begging position* Please?? Alara and T'ren both need more fire-stone! Would some weyrling please deliver them some- I am weyr-ling less.
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- [::] -- Mave-Seereth, T'run-Adath, Kilia-Sith, D'rius-Dememnth, 19:31:06 03/06/02 Wed
Her hair was itching the back of her neck, Mave realized she'd have to cut it soon, short really was better during a Pass. Small discomfort. I'll have to deal with it. She squints upwards, searching for Thread clumps that had made their way past the careful gaurd of greens, blues, bronzes, and browns. With a soft "Ahh..." she whirls quickly, sending a blast of flame towards the silver mass. Her lips flick into a satisfied smile, gray eyes finding another and charring that just as smoothly. She looks upwards, finding T'run among the bronzes, and meeting his eyes. His arm seemed to be paining him a little, but he smiled at her. She shrugged, returning her attention to the immediate area, Seereth seems a little bored, her multi-faceted eyes gazing upwards, a little enviously at the greens. Don't feel jealous lovey, they have some fun, but you're the important one. Much more important than they are. ~You're saying greens aren't important?~ No! They are, but without you there would be any greens, see? ~Of course, I know that. But still...They don't have the responsibility.~ OR the honor. Don't worry about it. Mave's fingers loosely hold her falmethrower, and she grits her teeth as a few strands of russet hair fall into her face, she couldn't safely move them, and she didn't have the time. Hopefully they wouldn't get to close to her eyes.
T'run notes Mave's tense face, though he can't really see the cause for it, normally his weyrmate faught Thread easily, it wasn't like her to be that tense. He'd ask her about it after, returning his eyes to the Fall, he shrugs his shoulder, trying to ease the slight pain in his arm. Adath rids them of the need to bother with one clump then another, burning three clumps consecutively, as T'run looks for clumps, he realizes that flamethrowers would perhaps, be a good thing for all colors, not just the golds. A clump comes a bit to close, scoring Adath's shoulders, the bronze goes between, letting the cold freeze the Thread, particles flaking off, and the pain ending. They re-emerge, not realizing that the odd angle of the wind causes the Thread to fall differently, not realizing that Thread is right above them. And then it is too late, all they know is pain. Adath lets out one valiant bugle, sending his love to Seereth in one blast, before blinking forever...
Mave chokes on nothing, her eyes tearing as she realizes what's happened. "Gone..." Seereth's eyes change rapidly, whirling intensely as the realization hits her. Her grip tightens on her flamethrower, as she hits another clump squarely. Her jaw tightens, she's blind to everything but the pain, the coldness. They're gone...
Kilia observes the disappearence of T'run with sadness, her vivid blue eyes had seen the descent of Thread, shaking her head, she returns her attentions to the Fall, time enough later to dwell on departed Weyrleaders, there were more pressing matters at hand. Sith's crooning of loss and respect is uninterupted for a few moment, then Thread is close, and he lets loose a long tongue of flame, saving his fire, Kilia seems to take satisfaction in watching the Thread slowly change, the flames slowly devour it. His lifemate is truly an odd sort at times. I hope Mave survives... ~She will, she is strong.~ Very well then, I hope Seereth survives. ~She is even stronger.~ Oh. Our Weyr will be without a Leader for sometime... ~Many others were. At least we have a Weyrwoman. And a Weyrwoman is infinitely more practical than a Weyrleader.~ Ah...I sometimes wonder about you love. Her red-brown hair is tucked inside her jacket, the silky strands itching her face and neck. She ignores it, glaring fiercely - though slightly contemptously - at the Thread.
As he sees his Weyrleader perish, D'rius shudders. He could imagine the agony that the Thread inflicted. Dememnth sense his worry, pictures his rider's glassy eyes. ~Concentrate! It will be our fate if you don't.~ D'rius breaks out of his stare, casting a disoriented glance around him, before remembering his purpse. The horror eased, though not gone. Dememnth relaxes a bit, he no longer need worry about his rider. To your left, a clump, see it? The bronze angles his head appropriately, destroying the clump, and then another, and another. An endless line of clumps of silver. Beautiful in their terrifying way. Eerie, strange. Otherwordly. Once again he shudders, nervous. Though he'd last the Fall.
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- Mass Threadfighting -- Maia~Palth :: Noel~Karath :: Henrya~Quiyath :: K'ten~Tyenth :: T'liv~Nikath :: Inumé~Shenth :: Kalya~Layath :: T'ben~Rekoth, 23:17:30 03/05/02 Tue
Maia told Palth quickly to turn on a hair and char a bit of Thread to dust. The green, one of the best fighters, at least in Maia's biased opinion, then swiveled around to flame another clump. I am growing...slightly tired, she said. Maia grimaced, remembering how usually greens only flew half Fall. Ready to go back, love? Palth paused and shivered delicately while the rock grated against her teeth, chewing firestone. Not quite ready. Soon another Thread pile was blackdust, and Palth wearily crunched more of the hard, cumbersome rock. Though soon. As more and more clumps of Thread fell prey to the ribbons of flame that Palth shot out, Maia became slightly agitated at her green's slowing reflexes. All right, Palth, that's enough. We're going back to Benden. Palth sighed, accepting the inevitable, and flickered between, to the main Weyr.
Noel patted Karath's side, for the green was heaving steadily. "Sure you aren't ready?" Noel asked, but she was really having too much fun on Karath's back blasting the deadly spores to leave. Nah, I'm good for a bit longer. "If you're sure..." Noel took a breath of air quickly, and wondered mentally when Karath would rise. It was just a curious question, but she was interested to experience a real flight. Her friends who had already flown had assured her it was quite, quite interesting. She hoped they proved right. I'm certain they will, Karath rumbled approvingly, hitting another tendril of silver quickly.
Henrya, on top of Quiyath's small back, faced her first Threadfall barely out of Weyrlinghood, but held firm and launched some of the phosphine-bearing rock into her green's mouth. Crunching meditatively, Quiyath belched it out at a passing clump, and Henrya cheered. Way to go, Qui! Quiyath fairly preened and hit another. Well, I am talented. Henrya laughed, her fear of Threadfighting gone, but her excitement, palpable, remained, steady as always.
K'ten, atop his brown, Tyenth, faced the Fall with a stolid acceptance. Let's do it, Tyenth. Tyenth rumbled approvingly and the brown flew into the air, into his wing, dodging and flaming. It slowly but steadily caught K'ten up in its pattern, the other dragons near, to be avoided when flaming, the Thread, falling close, and his mental commands to Tyenth on when to shoot and when to rein back and let a green or another brown or such get at it. In any case, you're doing wonderfully, K'ten told Tyenth. Tyenth smiled draconically before burning another. You really think so? K'ten grinned back. "A'course, ya big lump!"
T'liv turned, smiled when he saw Emer, then had to -reluctantly- turn his eyes away from his weyrmate's face and back to Threadfighting. "C'mon, Nikath. Follow your position in the wing and start flaming!" Nikath was happy to oblige, and eagerly hit clump after clump with massive outlets of fiery steam from his bowels. "Feeling at all tired? I noticed some greens are starting to leave..." I'm fine. Greens are not meant to last the whole Fall. I am. T'liv grinned broadly. "Well then, let's not let our reputation down, eh? Thinking of a nice nook in High Reaches soon?" Where it's cold? Not likely. But having a not-crowded Weyr with weyrlings underfoot and my weyrmate close by, yes.
Inumé led her wing, then noticed that she was out of firestone. "Let's land, Shenth." The blue dragon eased out of the sky and landed. "Quick! We need firestone!"
The young queenrider from Kylith's latest hatching responded and brought forth a sack of the rock. "Here you go."
"Thanks," Inumé replied brusquely. "I'm off." And with that the pair went back to flaming Thread.
T'ben, on his bronze, turned and caught a piece of Thread lightly on his cheek. Wincing, he directed Rekoth between, and the bronze quickly complied, making a short hop, then out again. Better now? "Yes, much, and thanks, Rek." No problem, the bronze intoned, hitting another clump squarely in the center. I think that's good, T'ben thought. Some greens are going out, but that's only to be expected. Most are staying, especially the bronzes. That's quite good, though I don't see many queenriders...he noticed Kalya on the ground and sighed. She wasn't old enough, he supposed. They'd best hope for ground crews...
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- * * -- Oineria .w. Luanth/K'ios .w. Raventh, 19:40:59 03/04/02 Mon
Oineria's delicate features are curved into a somewhat malicious smile. Her hand clutches the flamethrower, as it spews out the liquid which charrs Thread. Whiping her head around, she notices a brown go between, and not re-emerge. She sneers, weaklings, surely his injury couldn't have been that bad. She shakes her head in disgust, flaming a particularly large patch eagerly. It was almost poetic, seeing the silver turn suddenly to orange, red, and gold, then eventually to gray and black ash, falling irrisistably to Pern's surface as the hungry flames had run out of material to burn. She shivered a little, remembering the sight of a green's body covered with a writhing mass of Thread, she wasn't sure how she'd react if something happened to her beloved Gold. ~It will never happen to me. I am young, we are safe.~ Oineria gently ran a gloved hand along the Queen's hide, smiling. Good. I'm glad that's settled. See any bronzes you like, sweeting? The Gold's many faceted eyes moved about, and she gave the draconic equivalent of a shrug. ~T'ren and Jeneth are giving a good fight. But he is weyrmated to S'sha. I would not like to interfere.~ Oineria chuckled softly, her body and reflexes with the Fall, her mind with Luanth, and bronzeriders. What gives you the impression I'm going to become weyrmated with the dragon who catches you? The Gold seems a bit puzzled by that statement, returning their conversation to the Fall.
K'ios dodges as Raventh does, the bronze eagerly flaming a particularly large group. The thick hide of his jacket protects K'ios from the colder winds, though he still shivers a little from the breezes that make their way through the jacket's protection. Raventh's broad wings alow him to reach more constant speeds, though both rider and dragon are on the constant look-out for Thread. More wingspan means more places for Thread to reach. Raventh pivots suddenly, shifting posistion so that a clump of Thread doesn't score K'ios. Thanks. The bronze arches his neck, turning his head aside to gaze amusedly at his lifemate, even as he burns a clump of Thread to ashes. K'ios grimaces with intense pain as a clump he'd not seen lands on his shoulder, Raventh blinking instantly between. The relief is considerable, though K'ios realizes that he may not be able to last out the entire fall. His suspisions are confirmed as the pair return to Honshu, his arm still pains him considerably, he wines when he attempts to shift it. ~We must go to the Healer Hall then?~ Yes, I'm afraid so... Raventh looks a bit disapointed, taking K'ios once more between, though this time to the Healer Hall.
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- Flaming Dragons... -- S'rt-Vath, Limrt-Tyleth, Vitoria-Desoth Emer-Falath, N'an-Evalenth, 18:02:02 03/03/02 Sun
S'rt glances around apprehensively, his muscles tensing with his dragon's as they leap from the ground, flying eagerly towards the onlsaught of Thread. Vath opens his mouth, letting loose a stream of flames that envelops the mass of Thread closest to them. The brown's sinewy neck twists around, as he emits another burst of flame, black ash falling downwards. Almost happily Vath scorches another bit, resisting the urge to show off.
Better safe than sorry.
~Wonderfully original.~
Watch out!
~I knew it was there.~
Another clump is burned to nothingness, as the brown enthusiastically flames the menace. Much to his rider's chagrin.
}Limrt feels likes cheering as her largish blue quietly charrs the Thread into ashy bits. She chuckles to herself, Tyleth twists his head around to flame some on their left, his eye whirling a curious mixture.
Don't worry, I'm not insane. This is just exhilerating. Nothing else. Tyleth flames another bit just as calmly as he has the previous clumps. [Well, if you say so...} You're in my mind, can't you tell? [I'm trying to remember if you've always been like this, that's all.] Mean!{
>The Fall had started off fine, and Desoth has escaped any harm. As had Vitoria. A number strands made their way down, above Vitoria's helmeted head, unknown to her. As they came in contact with her head, they burned through almost immediately, Desoth's panicked bugle was their last sound as the pair went between, it was too late.<
Emer glanced around for T'liv, hoping that nothing would happen to her weyrmate during the Fall. Falath seemed perfectly calm, and Emer lets the green's coolness calm her. ~We can flame Thread now?~ Yes, we can flame Thread now. ~Wonderful.~ The green's wing's carry them upwards, as Falath lets out quick bursts of flame, making sure to get all the Thread she could, knowing that no green can make it through an entire Fall. A piece of Thread lands on Emer's hand, as Falath insinctively blinks between, it freezes, flaking off, when they re-emerge, blinking at the comparative brightness, Emer swaths some numbweed on her hand, as Falath burns the Thread into ash. Once her energy reserves are depleted, Falath lands, the pair resting for a bit.
N'an smirks as he sees the silver strands falling above them. Evalenth is as eager as he to fight the menace. With energy to spare they begin to flame. Her green wings get scored a few times, though only at the tips, and not badly. N'an's left shoulder gets badly scored, he winces even as the green transports him to the welcome coolness of between. He sighs relieved, coming back into Honshu's humid air, smearing numbweed onto the exposed shoulder, a somewhat livid red. As Evalenth spouts bursts of flame, N'an directs her, avoiding the harmful clumps, flaming some, letting others to other dragons. When Evalenth's energy is spent, they land, resting with relief, as N'an gives Evalenth more firestone, and the pair wait for the green's energy to return.
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- Fire-stone for Alara and T'ren, instructions for Eve, and L'fn >>> -- Alara*Aghath - - T'ren~Jeneth, 16:09:06 03/03/02 Sun
Shards! *Viouth's rider is injured!* Alara grips the straps as Aghath near spins 'round to flame a clump that was falling through the space left open by first Tani, then T'yin. *Palirth is getting all three spaces!* Alara glances back, ducking before a clump could slam straight into her neck. If... She went... there, and L'fn- Aghath on our right! The green notices the large clump at the same time her rider does, and darts forward to char half of it. She flames again, hoping to get the rest, but misses a large piece of it. *Shells.* Aghath reaches back for more firestone, and Alara hands her the last four pieces. Call for more! *We need more firestone!* Aghath slips between the avoid a clump, then turns on a wing-tip to escape another. Comming out, she flames the clump that turns up in front of her. Tell Evelene to move into T'yin's spot, and tell L'fn to move back into Eve's spot! *Where do we go?* We move back one, too, we just have a smaller wing now!
Jeneth emits a soft, mournful cry that is cut off by his enterence to between. In that cold place, away from the sound and action of a Fall, T'ren realizes what his dragon's creels are for. As he returns to the Fall, his heart clenches in distress. The first dragon lost. Not a bronze, but still... Every rider is needed. ~Hilath went between.~ A few clumps later- clumps are the way to tell time, because Thread is all that matters during a Fall- a dragon is injured. ~Euroth's haunches are badly scored.~ We're running out of fire-stone, T'ren tells Jeneth, as he gives the dragon much of the remaining stuff. Call for more. ~We need fire-stone! Point of the bronze wing!~ Seeing a clump ahead that the greenwing had missed, T'ren quickly tells Jeneth to go after it. Jeneth flames a clump to his right before moving forward to get the one ahead. ~Looks as if Aghath got part of it,~ the bronze announces, finishing the clump off. That's nice. T'ren hears a sharp cry from above- another injured green. ~Viouth came from between into a clump, and T'yin is badly scored,~ Jeneth informs T'ren. ~Above, flatten yourself.~ T'ren lies against Jeneth's neck, feeling his neck prickle as the Thread comes dangerously close. A Thread falling a bit out of the clump bites into his side. Jeneth, feeling T'ren's pain, jumps between. He comes out in the same place, in a Thread-free place. T'ren lets out the breath he had been holding. His side was no longer burning, and he and Jeneth hadn't entered into a clump, as T'yin and Viouth had.
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- +A greeting during the fall+ -- Lyra-Danth Raen-Piryth, 20:52:11 03/02/02 Sat
The Blue Dragon, Danth, arcs up to scorch a strand of Thread ten feet above. This action almost caused an in air collision between him and Green Piryth, both reeling back. Danth had enough sense to flame it as it whizzed by his head. He snarled +Piryth! You idiot!+
The Green flared her wings and snapped {Maybe you should remain inthe Wing line, you sharding Egg!}
Raen snapped at Piryth, "We have no time to argue with them now, Piry."
She smirks at her sister and gives her a cocky salute before she and the jade Dragon disapeared into the nothingness of Between.
Danth snorted, as Lyra returned her sister's salute. She gave him a pat, "C'mon Danny."
+Does she enjoy tormenting me, Ly?+
As Danth charged downwards Lyra mumbled, "That Dragon enjoys tormenting everyone, Dan."
Thread became stronger as Danth disapeared Between and reappeared above all of the Wings. Thread was heavy here, and he would take the risk.
He roared and flamebroiled a sinking piece of Thread, then he whirled to flame another.
"AHHH!" Lyra's scream was painfilled.
Danth turned so one many faceted optic was toward her. She had one hand against her shoulder, were Thread had dug into her shoulder.
He needed no urging from his Rider, he slipped Between letting the cold air soothe his Rider's wound.
They appeared close to the ground, and Danth said, his voice wavering slightly +Lyra, are you alright?+
Her voice was shockingly low, and stuttering, "F-f-fine, D-dan, l-l-lets sc-scorch the shar-ar-ar-d-ding m-meance."
Danth's response was short and forceful +We can't continue my Rider, you need help.+
Lyra said, "W-w-w-we a-re nee-needed."
+Lyra, don't be a hero today..+
Before she could respond he felt her slump against the riding straps. He launched Between to Southern Barracks.
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- Just a Massive Threadfighting Post here.... -- N'tek and Paulth, K'ith and Quereth, Ginny and Areyeth, D'tir and Kuvoth, T'bel and Quilth, Janeli and Paeth, Hesvitta and Sylventh, W'ren and Datoth, 20:42:36 03/02/02 Sat
*N'tek grins broadly as Honshu's small, but determined wings take to the air... He himself the head point of the Bronze wing. Paulth flames onces then makes a low note of surprise. N'tek turns in his riding straps and noting the Benden Weyrleader's furious face he gives K'ith a motion of joining... 'There'll be one sharding large lecture in that Weyr tomorrow.' As there should be. Not showing up for Threadfall. Unheard of. 'Heh... WATCH THE THREAD!' Paulth's long neck whips around and broad jaws open as a huge burst of flame is propelled outwards. N'tek cringes slightly in the sulfuric after-scent that comes with the smoke blown into his face. But he swiftly shakes the soot from his head and leans into the Bronze as the Dragon flames another clump... thus ducking the following cloud of smoke.*
*K'ith nods greatfully and pushing aside all thoughts of aggrivation, with himself and with his Weyr, he closes his eyes as the hot air whips past his face... Leaning into his dragons as he had done a great many times before, he is breifly joined with his dragon as they soar upwards, falling into a position behind N'teks other bronze riders. 'To your left Quer!' The huge bronze head jerks left and flames, sending burnt chars slowly drifting to the ground.*
*Ginny's eyes flash with silent anger as she watches Benden's weyrleader take his place behind the wing of another Weyr... WHERE WERE THE RIDERS? Ginny, in front of you! The red-head grimaces and swiftly aiming the flamethrower pulls the trigger, sending a jet of red-hot flame spewing forward. 'Thanks Arey...' What would you do without me. Ginny merely chuckles, grinning with malice as she repositions the bulky flame-thrower to flame some of the Thread to her right.*
*Kuvoth flames once as Brown and Rider take to the sky. Circling easily on a wing tip, the pair easily flame any of the Thread that may fall through the effecient wings above. Protectively covering the area that the Igen Weyrlings would have travel through to carry firestone to the riders above.*
*Flying swiftly behind T'ren, T'bel and Quilth jerk left and right, flaming madly at any of the Menace that they can. They work silently however, neither perticularly enjoying the work... But it was their duty.*
*Janeli and Paeth fly about at insane rates, flaming at any clump of Thread they were able to catch within their sights. The blue's eyes whirl with glee and he pops between to get to a clump far away... But they return from the blackness directly within the clump. Both scream with pain and rage at the same time, and Janeli has only just enough sense to go back into between to kill it. Paeth having only enough sense to get them back out... They emerge back within their wing, both bloody and in pain. Janeli grimaces 'That wasn't... supposed... to happen.' I hurt. and Janeli, hurt more by her dragon's pain then her own, directs the blue back to the ground where numbweed awaited... Once landed she helps herself to the medicine, but does not use it on her own body. She douses Paeth in the stuff, barely noticing the blood dripping from her back and shoulders.*
*The young QueenRider looks somewhat dazed but continues to dutifully flame with the FlameThrower at whatever she can. Sylventh does her best to swever and dodge, her large Golden bulk being amazingly agile.*
*W'ren and Datoth, for the first time in their young lives, go against orders. Watching the blue and green dragons fall they immediately rush over as fast as their five good legs could carry them, grabbing large amounts of numbweed and water along the way. Pausing first at the closer Janeli and Paeth they grin slightly as she grabs the numbweed and takes care of her dragon herself... W'ren does however, limp over to her and dump a bucket of numbweed on Janeli's back. The rider, in her urgency to heal her dragon, would most likely forget about her own wound. Then, hobbling back to Datoth, the boy pulls himself up upon the Brown... bareback. They dash over to T'yin and Viouth, and W'ren, remembering the bits of his information that his healer sister had taught him as he moves, first attempts to calm the Green. Datoth assists him in this, crooning gently to the obviously worried green, also praising her for her good job in getting her rider down. W'ren peers at the slumped figure a moment, "We've got to get him out of those straps... Viouth, please stay calm, we wont hurt him, we just want to help, Datoth... slash the straps, and catch him as he falls?" *Slowly, but with purpose, the Brown dragon rears upon his hind leg and with two deft swipes has cut T'yin loose, without harming the green. He then catches him securely within gently forearms, and lowers him softly to the ground, W'ren limping in to first wash his hands and second rinse out the wounds and kill any of the Thread that, by some rare chance, might not have been killed between. Also, the water helps to clean the wounds... Before W'ren rubs massive amounts of numbweed onto them. Datoth, picking up a bucket of numbweed within his jaws, cringes slightly at the smell of the stuff but does his best to dump the buckets contents upon the wounds of the green. Together... they attempt to help their Weyrlingmaster.*
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- The fight continues... -- S'sha and Kylith || R'nos and Leth || Evelene and Palirth || T'yin and Viouth, 18:27:50 03/02/02 Sat
*The golden queen flies well, but her rider falters. The swinging and use of the heavy flamethrower is tiring under normal circumstances, and with the odd Threadfall and a bad score... S'sha groans as another spark of pain temporarily numbs her left arm. Hang on, rider mine. Your tanks are empty. Despite keeping an eye out, the Weyrlady hadn't even noticed the last few shots at Thread missing. The queen flashes between and back again, landing gracefully, despite her own Threadscore. 'Sha slips off and unties the empty canisters, replacing them with full ones and then swinging up. Easily, the dragon launches herself, reassuming her place in the queen's wing with her rider valiantly flaming Thread.*
'Leth, it's getting worse.' The candid remark causes Leth to flinch mentally as he swerves and belches flame. You'll live. We don't need to lose anyone else, let alone us. A small smile tugs at the rider's lips as the brown swoops low, dodging a clump of Thread and flashing between to avoid another. 'Let's stay unscored, shall we?' The half-amused, half-sarcastic reply elicits a laugh from the brownrider. No, I was planning on suffering extreme pain and wounds, weren't you? Then, as more Thread falls, the pair resume fighting.
~The greenrider ducks a clump of Thread and just before it can touch Palirth's back, they're between and back again. ^That was way too close.^ I know. Shivering with excitement, Eve ducks again and once more they complete the dodging maneuver. Then, as the dragon places herself properly in formation, she begins to flame and char Thread with a vengeance. Last Fall, her rider had nearly died. This time, it's the Threads' turn!~
T'yin and Viouth, covering both their and Euroth's area, efficiently battle the deadly menace. Then, just as the green backwings to dodge a clump falling towards her head, a searing pain sends her between with a shrill scream. 'VIOUTH!' I am scored. 'Where?!' My back. 'Shards...' It is not bad. Swearing mentally, T'yin still maintains the picture of where they emerge again, which by all calculations should be Thread-free. But the pair erupt into a clump of Thread. This time, it's T'yin who screams as the steaming, deadly parasite eats into his flesh. Viouth, only minorly scored by this second incident, brings them between quickly enough to save her rider's life. Flashing back near the ground, it's all the green can do to land without breaking something, her slender rider slumped across her back, bloody. HELP! she shrieks, adding a frantic and brassy scream to her urgent plea.
~T'yin and Viouth are down. ^Oh boy. C'mon, Palirth, we gotta cover their area too.^ They had been taking care of Euroth's as well. ^We can do it. We're actually experienced.^ Eve hangs on and shouts directions and warnings to her dragon as the pair begins to flame three times the area they can actually handle.~
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- ~ -- K'kim<>Haith, 13:05:04 03/02/02 Sat
K'kim glances around, his light green eyes making sure that his equipment was in place, as Haith's powerful wings carried the up, to flame the menace. As orange and gold tongues of flame lick out, charring the Thread to black ash. Haith lets out an eerie keening as a rider falls, and K'kim saddens as he hears it.
Who?
~J'el with Hilath. From Southern.~
Southern seems to be losing riders every Fall.
~Always browns too.~
Haith dives down, charring another clump, then upwards again, as Threads change from silver strands to gray-black flecks all around them. Unseen by K'kim, a few strands land on his knee, the searing pain ripping through his leg.
BETWEEN!
The numbing blackness freezes the Thread, and comforts K'kim's leg, though the rest of him shivers, even through the thick wherhide. Haith returns to Fall, flaming the onslaught of Thread with renewed energy, pulses racing, as Thread is charred to nothing.
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- - -- K'ndelek - Dimath, 20:10:17 03/01/02 Fri
{*snarls and bangs her keyboard* sorry if I end up with a lot of typos, my keyboard is acting up.}
K'ndelek leaned over on of Dimath's brown ridges in front of him, green eyes scouting the area for any uncharred Thread. Not finding any, he told Dimath to take over so he could think. He closed his eyes and pictured what he had seen only a few minutes ago. Another brownrider, one he had seen in the Sands when he Impressed Dimath, had been lost. The gruesome scene played in his head over and over again, tormenting him to the point he had to vent. His eyes snapped open and he immediantly spotted a clump of Thread.
'Dimath, why don't we char that for J'el?'
~Sounds good to me.~
'Right then, for J'el and Hilath!'
The brown dipped down, dropping his jaw and spurting out a large flame. He flew on, letting the fire do its job. K'ndelek smirked happily, hardly noticing that a minute piece of charred Thread had landed just below his shoulder. Not like he should, the Thread was half-dead and dying.
-~-
{*coughs nervously* I prolly won't be able to play any of my other chars during Threadfall, but they all get through it without being scored by Thread.}
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- +The flames strung themselves together as Delth wove through the air+ -- Allirea and Delth, 12:43:49 03/01/02 Fri
+Alli clung at the fighting strap, directing the green as she watched the flaming air about her, searching for another tangle of Thread. Delth gave a low rumble as she flamed, snaking her head back to grab another piece of firestone. She's used two bag already, and hpwed no sign of slowing. The little green and her rider had amazing stamina. A small score still burned its pain onto her arm, the thread already dead but leaving it's trademark scar. Her vest had the large line down it from the first score, which had seared into the flank of Delth. Still they continued with ferocity. Pain is life. Life is pain. She grimaced and the pair went between again as the tail end of another piece seared her right glove. They reappeared from between in the wrong place. A tangle of thread made its way along the green's neck ridge and hit Alli in the side. Delth went between again as she turned sharply, nearly knockig Allirea from her seat. the riding straps held to her belt as the belt bit into her skin, but she righted herself. The ride Between was the longest and the scariest. Delth cried out silently and appeared from the harsh blackness, landing heavily as Alliundid the straps, her side beginning to bleed from where the belt had cut her. Get Delth help, that's what matters. She stumbled along, grabbing a pot of numbweed. She slavered it along Delth's neck franticly, talking the entire time+
Delth
[..yeah?]
You're alright love come on, raise your neck a bit
[That could prove difficult]
Why?
[I already tried, but it's refusing to respond to my will at the moment]
this will help
[You're hurt Alli]
It's nothing
[You're bleeding]
it's fine it's...
[ALLI!]
+The green bugled sharply as the green rider passed out...+
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- Further fighting -- S'arn & Virth ~ Tanikli & Euroth, 22:08:13 02/28/02 Thu
The big brown flames any Thread the bronzes miss in his line of sight, veering only slightly in terms of height. His enormous wings stir the air on either side of him as he thrusts forward, the Thread disappearing in big clumps. "Atta boy Virth! Over here!" He calls, giving the brown a tap to direct his attention. "Virth! Careful, not so close next time!" S'arn calls in alarm as he watches some of the Thread twine through awfully close beside a bunched and brawny shoulder. The man clutches the fighting strap convulsively, more afraid for Virth's safety than his own. Charring more of the Thread, Virth keeps his eyes moving at all times, the pupils a whirling turquoise of excitement. When another strand actually does score the brown's neck ridge, he leaps between for a few heart stopping instants before re-emerging right in formation.A small score, his rider applies a thin streak of well-remembered numbweed to the wound, feeling the outpour of thanks from his lifemate as they continue.
Above the others, Tani catches her breath as she watches other greens get scored, leaning with Euroth as they dodge agilely, with the help of the limber green's ready wings. Hearing a sad bugle every now and again, she sends out silent farewells to the dragons mentioned, trying not to stray her mind too much from her duty to stay and protect. Feeling Euroth duck with a heart stopping swoop to the left, she resists the urge to cry out in exhiliration, the situation far too serious. Suddenly the green emits a thunderous roar of pain, the sound causing flame to char the menace near her muzzle. Chancing a look back, Tanikli cups one hand to her mouth in distress. Half of Euroth's haunch is scored, the soft green flesh seared away by the Thread, the would leaking in a thinning trail to the base of one wing. "EUROTH!!! Ground NOW!" She shouts, still incredibly in shock when presented with the wound's severity. "Alara, she's wounded, we need to land." She gasps, trying her hardest not to cry for her beloved green. Barely feeling the impossible emptiness between brings, she hears the dull thump of feet hitting ground. Sliding off in a half hysterical state, she clambers in her packs for numbweed.
Calm down...the wound is only little The green's voice is horrifyingly faint. Looking again at the peeled haunch and devastating score, she pulls out a small jar of numbweed, shakingly applying it to her green.
"Not enough, we need more. Much more. This only covers a little. Please, pots of numbweed, we may need a whole pot." She calls, her voice borne by a little more strength as she gathers her wits. A sudden fire laces through her own leg, throwing her back against the cooling shoulder of her dragon. "Roth, you're in shock, Roth, don't go between." She strokes the shoulder, eyes sharp for the numbweed. "Never never. Someone, please, bring numbweed."
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- * || * -- Chavala * Sinouth :|: Sh'muel * Lirth, 20:44:46 02/28/02 Thu
Both Chava and Sh'muel knew the instant the pair went between. ~~A Southerner?~~ {{J'el, with brown Hilath.}} Though neither had known the boy or his dragon, they felt tears course down their sooty faces, leaving oddly clear ruts in the blackness. There was always a sadness when a dragon and his rider went between, whether you knew him or her or not. There was a special bond between riders, even those from different Weyrs, particularly acute during Threadfall. One just knew when another had gone; it was instinctive. Sh'muel stared helplessly up at Sinouth and her rider, wanting desperately to go comfort her, to be comforted. But no time. During Fall, there was never any time. They had to resume fighting, or else follow the pair into between. And that, Sh'muel was not ready for. He told Lirth to keep flaming; the bronze obeyed, glad to take his mind off mourning, but the draconic dirge continued to play itself through his head the entire Fall.
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- ...Eastern Weyrlings... -- Arkia*Midorith | K'man*Brunth | Jumi*Midith | Yriu*Arnurth, 20:38:28 02/28/02 Thu
More weyrlings from Eastern arrived, chattering to each other. Jumi's Midith traipsed along ahead of the rest; K'man's brown lagged behind; Arkia's Midorith and Yriu's Arnurth walked alongside their riders. Arnurth kept casting annoyed glances up ahead; he disliked green Midith, and her rider, and made no bones about it. Yriu caught him staring at the green and scolded him. ~~Arnurth! You need to tolerate her! I know she's not the most... likeable person in the world, but you need to show forbearance.~~ {{Why? She's utterly annoying.}} ~~Maybe so, but just live with it.~~ The blue sighed and shook his head, not able to find an answer suitable to that.
Suddenly, the quartet of dragons broke into a mournful keen that stopped the weyrlings in their tracks. ~~What is it?~~ Arkia asked her green. {{J'el, rider of brown Hilath, Southerner. They are both gone.}} The dragons kept up their dirge until they reached the other weyrlings bagging firestone. The four riders joined in, working with a will, though K'man sometimes drifted into one of his dreamlands and had to be recalled by his brown, Brunth.
Jumi's eyes were wide with shock and awe as she stared up at the dragons flaming Thread. When a dragon and rider were hit, she and her green both squealed simultaneously. 'Midith! Look! They've been hurt! Let's go get some—' A second later, however, the all too familiar keen started up again. The rider and dragon had gone between... forever.
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- Please excuse the mistake-wriddled post below. -- J'bari, Conoth, 02:37:50 02/28/02 Thu
Conoth swooped down from the wing, breaking formation long enough to flame a stray string of thread on J'bari's instruction.
'I'm running low J'bari.'
"That's convenient, so am I." J'bari replied, hefting a firestone bag. Conoth maneauvered left and began to desend to where the weyrlings were delivering Firestone to the dragons. Suddenly, J'bari felt as though the sun was just above him, that heat that guided his actions as sight would anyone else. Whether it was stray dragon's fire or thread, J'bari couldn't tell for certain. In either case, it was to be avoided.
"Hard left! Roll! Get out of the way!" J'bari shouted on instinct.
Conoth started before rolling back, bugeling as he felt something sear across the underside of his tail.
'Hold on...' Conoth blinked between, reappearing perhaps a bit too close to the ground. He landed with a loud thud.
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- Continues -- J'xom - Xanth, 20:30:12 02/27/02 Wed
J'xom watched as a brown rider nearby slipped between, when the rider did not emerge, he shuddered, hardly aware Xanth had bugled, mourning the loss of a dragon and rider they never knew. He took in a deep breath and braced himself suddenly, - Right! - He called out mentally, and Xanth swerved, flaming a clump nearby, then veered to aviod another clump. J'xom grinned, so far, so good, no scores to speak of yet. He braced himself still as Xanth caught sight of one he missed to pick out and flamed it with pleasure, then seemed to pause in air.
I need more 'stone. He turned back to glance at J'xom who frowned at his now empty sack, " Land." He said softly, then added, " Don't go between, even if it's quicker..." Between was a dangerous thing, you didn't know if Thread was infront of you, or above you, when you came from between, and he had heard stories of dragons vanishing between just from that alone, forever. He blinked, focusing once more, holding on for dear life as Xanth dove, veering in mid dive to aviod not only Thread but other dragons. They landed and he glanced about, spieing a full sack nearby, without hesitation he grabbed it and fed the firestone to Xanth while they rose, gritting his teeth,
" Sharding Thread, Scorch it all."
Xanth replied smugly, belching flame and searing a stray piece of Thread as they went to rejoin the brown wing formation, I intend to.
J'xom hardly chuckled, nodding only as a reply, and held on as they once more brought up the rear of the formation.
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- The Blue blinks in from Between -- Lyra+Danth: Wingleader of Southern Blues, 19:35:19 02/27/02 Wed
The Blue Dragon winged back as a strand of Thread passed by him, and then dove to flame it, letting the flame spew from his jaws incinerating the menace. Lyra held on leaning against his neck as a strand whipped by her ear. It was insanity, being among the Thread and moving among the chaos on swift wings. Danth was full of power, adrenaline pu ping through his form. There was no time to talk to the Weyrleaders -and he sure couldn't talk to himself- and he had orders from Seereth to join a wing here wich the blue detested but did. He just swung in among the Blues and took o flaming, working mostly on his own accord..
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- J'el dives in -- J'el and Hilath, 17:03:53 02/27/02 Wed
The brown dives through the air roaring triumphantly as he scorches thread out of the sky. Twisting and swirving.
~Hilath over there~
~I see, taken care off~
The two dived through the air when suddenly J'el screamed. "Ahhhhh, Hilath get it off me Ahhhh." The thread landed on top of him directly and slid off onto the dragons back directly in front of him. The dragon roared and twisted trying to get it off its back.
~Hilath, go between... please, It hurts...~
The dragon roared once before slipping into the expansless cold and dark... forever.
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- Spots a clump. -- Khavarra and Qurath, 21:52:03 02/26/02 Tue
The two fly together towards a large clump. "Get it Qurath!" Qurath obediently shoots a burst of blue flame at the clump. Suddenly, a burning sensation is felt in her arm. Stars appear before eyes.
"Land..."
I thought as much. What happened?
"Thread burned my arm..."
You'll probably have a scar.
"It hurts."
What, did you think it would feel good? His mindvoice is amused, but gentle. He lands obediently and lets her slide off for a minute. Hurry though, Thread doesn't stop falling just because you've been hit.
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- +Thread will whither+ -- Raen and Piryth, 20:19:21 02/26/02 Tue
The Green launched herself from the cliffside, and rose into a vertical climb, her massive pinions scooping wingfuls of air, and throwing it to the side. Raen crouched forward, watching the blazing sky above. Piryth needed no urging to continue upward in their climb, but Raen could sense the Green's strokes becomeing shorter.
She said in her Green's mind Piryth go Between it's faster.
{That's a negative my dear rider...}
Raen sighed, she was in for a ride. She grabbed tighter to the riding straps, and wasen't to terribly suprised when her Green rose through the Thread's path, scorching the few that dropped around her. She then turned a neat somersault and dived folding her massive leathery wings and then sent out a wave of flame.
The Thread that was her target whithered and became ash to fall hatmlessly, but there was still work to be done!
Raen clenched her teeth at the thrill of holding death by the horns, but she wasen't going to let her Green become reckless as she was being.
After Piryth had turned a somersault and flame a silver strand of Thread inches from her dial Raen jerked the Green into reality Piryth, don't be so reckless!
{Who is?}
Just be more careful.
The Thread flaming continued, and soon Raen was becoming exhausted, and only held on to her Green's riding straps with one hand.
Just then, Piryth dived and Raen toppled, grasping desperatly for a hand hold, but her hands clutched empty air, and she fell.
Piryth felt the sudden release of weight, and saw er rider fall.
Time seemed to stop as the Green dove, and plucked the girl from her freefall with a deft talon. Piryth's cool rwply to the accident was {Who's being carless?}
Raen breathed hard, and with slight help from Piryth remounted in midair.
Then the Thread paid desperatly..
Between....the cold brought new resolve into both Dragon and rider and the battle continued, both in for the long haul.
Piryth swerved and felt the tail of a passing Thread dig into her wing, and she let out a shriek. Raen was on it right away digging into her pocket for a small vial of numbweed. She leaned over her Green's pinion and slathered the numbing medicine on the affected part of the wing.
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- Southerners' Arrival... -- Chavala * Sinouth :|: Sh'muel * Lirth, 20:15:24 02/26/02 Tue
The green and bronze appeared out of between at the same instant, a trick they had perfected to even greater amazement when D'ven had still been with them... no, don't think of that. Sh'muel and Lirth joined the bronze formation, and Chava and Sinouth slipped into the green wing. They tossed each other a quick look of understanding... and then Thread was upon them.
Writhing in tortuous positions, desperate to reach every strand of Thread, flaming every other second... Sinouth reveled in Threadfighting. It showed off all her skills as a green. Bugling her challenge to the ropes of Thread still hurtling from the sky, Sinouth attacked them with a vengeance, flames pouring continuously from her mouth. Suddenly, she blinked into nothingness. After returning to the world of Thread, she told her rider, {{More 'stone! I need more 'stone!}} They darted downwards only long enough to snatch a bag of firestone from a nearby weyrling—was it J'rek? Chava couldn't tell, for Sinouth was back among the Thread before anyone could say 'boo'.
Lirth, meanwhile, looked upon the task as grisly work, but necessary. Probably because of the attitude his rider took; Sh'muel hated Threadfall, hated it worse than he had as a younger weyrling, still infatuated with the idea that they were saving their homeland. True enough, but Sh'muel didn't have time for that kind of idealistic thinking. Nor did he wish to. If he did, he would surely think of D'ven and Prosth. An absolute no-no during Thread. Lirth twisted this way and that, scorching the heavy rain of Thread that threatened to overtake them, outsmart them at every turn. As if Thread had a brain! It was a mindless, faceless enemy, but an enemy nonetheless. Lirth heard Kylith's warning, but a second too late: an errant strand of thread gouged deep into his thigh.
The bronze entered between and emerged again; Sh'muel was only saved by quick reflexes as another piece of Thread hurtled towards his head. As it was, he was struck in the cheek, and his ear was hit as well. At first, he didn't notice, as Lirth began flaming again. But suddenly, a sharp, white-hot pain seared his cheek, and a dull throb came from his ear. ~~Lirth—~~ {{I go!!}} the bronze called as he went between a second time.
This second time when he reemerged, Lirth didn't return to the formation. Sh'muel angrily demanded of him, ~~What are you doing? I can still fight!~~ {{Maybe so, but I am going to get you some numbweed. It will make it easier.}} Lirth almost floated to an easy landing, favoring his right hind leg, as that was the one that had been struck. Sh'muel reluctantly dismounted and headed over to the group of weyrlings. 'Anyone know where some numbweed is?'
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- +The greenrider heard the Igen gold's warning+ -- Allirea and Delth, 19:23:19 02/26/02 Tue
+Ducking low as more thread char flew over their heads as well. Delth was pulling out strange acrobatics, maintaining her relative position between the other greens. Alli didn't mind, as long as she didn't wear herself out. Dont worry about me, I'm fine. Duck. [It's good that you're fine but pull another spin like that and I'll lose whatever's in my stomach. I'm not too sure whether I ate lunch or not] Let's hope you didn't. Hold on! Delth dove a few feet down, agiley (is that a word?) avoiding a clump of Thread before she wheeled again, issuing a blast of flame before returning to her spot. That was too- She cut herself off as another piece of Thread came at the pair from the side, scoring Alli along the back and down Delth's flank before they went Between. Alli countedthe seconds through clenched teeth, bearing the pain as Delth did. The pair exited and resumed the wing. [Alright?] Fine. That brought back memories. [Tell me later, we're out of firestone] Oh please don't do the- Again Alli was cut off as Delth dropped into an almost vertical dive. Flaring her wings and losing speed, she skidded sideways onto the ground, giving Alli enough time to grab another bag before getting airborne again, fighting for altitude as she dodged between wings and Thread, charring some as she went. I think I'm gonna hurl. [Please refrain from doing it on me] I'll try. She gave a grim grin, knowing she wouldn't, but joking about it anyways. Delth beat wing until she was once again by Raen and Piryth, charring another piece as the pair continued to fight and dodge as relentlessly as they had in the beginning of the Fall.+
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- Thread= ouch! -- R'kese~Hakath, 19:00:56 02/26/02 Tue
Hakath trumpets as he swerves in formation, searching for the Thread to flame out. A large tangle rushes in front of him, gone before R'kese can blink. The big bronze grins, his muscles flexing as he moves to char again. An assuring grin spreads across the face of the bronze rider, remembering the last Fall.
Careful! Hakath's warning leaps into his mind an instant too late as he feels a silver coil drip against his cheek and then whisk along his shoulder. Trying not to outcry, he and his lifemate blink into the nothingness of between, the cold stilling the pain at least for the moment. Erupting out of this impossibly chilling state, the pair is once again confronted with Thread.
"I want revenge on that strand!" He calls, searching for the Thread guilty of scoring him. The big bronze flames every strand within reach as his rider's pain increases, feeling the raw rivers of Threadscore coursing severely along his cheek, and down his forearm. "And wherhide doesn't do a thing!" He spats, leaning forward to assist Hakath. Suddenly the dragon begins to descend, careful not to be flamed by the others. "Hak, what are you doing?"
We stop, I can feel you weakening. I'm telling Jeneth. You need numbweed, now. Jeneth, I'm taking him down, he is scored badly. True to his bronze's word, the rider admits to himself that the harsh score was starting to affect him, the wound so close to his eyes and searing into his flesh. Clutching onto his fighting straps, he is barely aware of Hakath again making the cold jump, the dragon landing on the floor.
"This is just momentary, I need to be back up with my Wing. Hakath, numbweed...where is it?" The rider mumbles, sliding from the harness and crumpling on the floor. "So clumsy, couldn't stay in for more than a moment." He mutters, angry at himself as he sinks woozily against Hakath.
Any dragon whose rider knows where numbweed is, we need it here quickly! Hakath roars into the dragons on the ground, tail swinging in agitation.
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- Eeeeevil Threeeeead. -- S'sha and Kylith, 18:33:29 02/26/02 Tue
*The glimmering Igen dragon bellows a brassily raw challenge to the falling death. Kylith surges forward, S'sha hanging on lightly and laughing as the wind blows a tangle of Thread under the higher wings, straight towards her. Ducking, the queen says before her rider can order, slipping under the tangle and to the right as S'sha flames it, laughing all the while. In a more griping tone, the dragon comments, You enjoy this so much. If I didn't know better -and I'm not sure I do- I'd say you like this better than my Flights... or even Hatchings. A fierce smile that doesn't reach her steel-grey eyes does betray the Weyrlady's passion to kill Thread, but it doesn't make her reckless. Between! she shouts as a clump falls from above, Kylith disappearing with the silvery stuff less than an armspan above her rider's head. They reappear in an instant, S'sha pulling the 'trigger' on her 'thrower to catch a too-close tangle. Weaving and dodging as she'd not done in a while, the golden beast bespeaks Ginny's lifemate. Areyeth! This fall is odd. The wind is against us. Warn everyone! Kylith would do it herself, but as the wind was blowing from her right-front, many unattended Threads were headed her way. Watch it, Kylith! the goldrider yelps as she ducks char. You watch it, rider mine. Ash does not kill. Gritting her teeth and now soot-blackened, S'sha flames another clump. Kylith abruptly drops several meters and her rider twists in the straps, barely catching a thick tangle before it fell on her lifemate's broad wing. "I don't like this!" 'Sha yells, half to herself, as the gold rises again and reforms her part of the V formation. Nor do I. The sudden trumpet of pain shocks the rider and instantly, they are between. Counting her heartbeats, S'sha groans. Kylith, dear heart! Where are you scored?! The queen sounds pained in answering, My haunch. It is not bad. I can continue. The golden pair erupt into empty space, still in their space though. Good. Igen needs to see their queen fighting with them. Gives them morale. I hope. Abruptly again, the pair vanish, this time S'sha who was scored. You realized the pain before I did, the rider mutters wryly, mentally scowling at the agony in her left shoulder. It falls wrong. We are at a disadvantage. Reappearing once more, S'sha keeps her steely eyes on the sky. Shard it. Some expert I look, getting scored so blatantly. And you! It's my fault you're scored. The queen has no time to disagree as the pair agilely dodges another flying-sideways tangle. The Igen dragon blasts a mental warning to all riders. This Thread Falls wrong! The wind blows it at an angle! Watch yourselves! Gritting her teeth, S'sha flames another section of evenly falling Thread as Kylith swoops to meet it.*
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- Thread! -- Tanikli~Euroth, 09:47:37 02/26/02 Tue
The agile green ducks through the air, assessing the wind and watching for Thread. On her back, her rider trembles in slight wonder as the great neck muscles tense and shiver, resulting in a firey eruption of flame. Euroth doesn't stop to admire her job, but swerves left. Tani's eyes scan the surroundings more Thread, and when she fines a silver strand trying to scuttle through her notice, she shouts for her Euroth's attention. "There! There it is!" A moment later, it isn't. Suddenly...
Tani, above! A strand drifting lazily right above Tanikli decides to start falling faster. Duck as she may, she feels a firey brush against her back, only slight before the strand moves on its way.
"Between!" She gasps, determined not to cry out. The cold embrace of the distant breath soothes her Threadscore, however slight, filling it with chilly assurance. Before she knows it, Euroth blinks back into formation, the green ever on the alert. "The left, look over there, it's trying to escape!" Veering, she feels the customary rumble of muscle she has come to associate with Threadfighting.
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- Fighting -- J'xom - Xanth, 07:28:28 02/26/02 Tue
They veered sharply, charring a small clump to their left and went between to aviod a clump hitting them. J'xom turned, and glanced about then spied a single group, rather large, untended to. In a moment they were there and Xanth had let out a large flame, then blinked back to resume the formation they had taken on earlier. He watched a dragonrider get scored and winced, focusing now entirely on the task at hand, Xanth suddenly, silent a moment before, spoke up, I will char them all. And then he veered, to aviod Thread hitting him in the face, then charred it as it fell, and continued like so.
Until J'xom warned they were leaving the formation, then they both rejoined the group, still bring up the end. So far both had gone unscathed, and J'xom hoped feverently that they would remain so.
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- {*whistles innocently*} -- T'ren~Jeneth, 00:35:46 02/26/02 Tue
After the greens have taken to the air, T'ren leads his wing into fomration. He raises his fist, and brings it down, as Jeneth leaves the ground. The bronze soars into the sky with a speed that astounds his rider for brief moment. Fast, Neth. Jeneth doesn't bother to respond, and T'ren doubts that the dragon even heard. Jeneth's eyes are focused on the Thread, as are his body and mind. Nothing seems to penetrate the determination to char all the Thread, to allow none of it to reach the ground.
Glad of the safetly straps, T'ren releases his grip on the straps to fasten the top button of his fighting jacket- the button must have slipped out without his noticing. ~T'ren!~ His fingers slip the button in, and T'ren's eyes shoot up and forward. To the right, then! Jeneth turns his head to the right and breathes out a jet of flame. T'ren arcs his brows, having never seen his lifemate produce a flame as long, wide, and lasting as that one had been. Make sure you don't over do it, he warns. That had been a small clump, and really hadn't needed such a large flame to be thoroughly charred. Y'hear me? ~I did. I will.~ T'ren nods. Jeneth notices a path slightly in front of them that would pass the wing if they weren't to get it. He darts forward, breathing fire as he goes. That patch disintegrates, but the pair is left un-warned of the Thread falling on top of them. The first, longest strand hits T'ren's shoulder, and the rider lets out a mental cry of pain. As the reaction-delayed tears nearly begin to fall, Jeneth goes between. The tears are frozen, thankfully! and the Thread dies instantly. Right as they return from the cold, yet healing, place, Jeneth tilts on his left wing tip to avoid a patch that would have scored the tender wing membranes. Too bad we had to let that one go... T'ren thinks as Jeneth arches his neck to get a second clump that nearly falls on them. Thread fighting, Jeneth! ~Yes- over there, on your left!~ Jeneth interupts himself, warning a brown below. C'mon, Neth, let's get that next clump!
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- [::] -- T'run, et Adath, 20:31:38 02/25/02 Mon
The Southern Weyrleader seems to be a dark, mobile spot on his bronze's back. The firestone the bronze has already consumed starts to work, as Adath begins flaming the silvery parasite, T'run twists, searching among his fellow bronzes for clumps which endanger them. A stray stand narrowly misses them, and Adath twists carefully, his firestone reserves depleted. T'run feeds it to his bronze, tense with excitement, both of them. Once Adath has chewed the stone, they're up in the air once more, darting, flaming, gaurding...A clump catches T'run at his blind spot, scoring him with painful fingers, as Adath instinctively blinks between, the soothing numbness a gentle relief from the white hot injury. Honshu's warm air causes it to sting a little, he shivers at the shocking temperature difference.
I'll be alright.
~Good, I needn't worry then?~
No. No need.
The bronze emits a lick of orange flame, charring a clump into black ashes, a small smile on his face, they would win. And Thread would not harm the lush Weyrhold.
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- ... -- K'lashtai * Dalleth, 19:21:43 02/25/02 Mon
K'lashtai had no time to be scared. By the time he sucked in a breath of terror, Thread was upon them. Dalleth writhed his way through the strands, belching fire like some primeval monster, sending the once-deadly Thread floating down to the other wings as harmless black dust. An odd exhilaration took hold of the pair, and they were reluctant to halt, even for a moment. But Dalleth went suddenly between and emerged some distance away from the falling Thread, explaining apologetically, {{II need more 'stone.}} ~~Then by all means, let's get some!~~
With that, Dalleth swerved downwards, coming to an abrupt landing beside the other weyrlings who were bagging firestone. 'Some more 'stone, please?' he asked. A sack was tossed to him, and he saw the blatant look of envy in J'rek's eyes. 'Don't worry, you'll get to fight Thread soon enough.' J'rek stared balefully at him until 'Tai was forced to look away. Dalleth leaped back into the sky, and they were soon flaming Thread again, but K'lashtai's mind was not on Thread as it should have been. He was busy trying to puzzle out the meaning in J'rek's stare. That was why he didn't notice the Thread clump until it was nearly upon them, and why he didn't duck quickly enough. The strand struck his arm squarely, sending a jolt of unexpected pain all through his body. K'lashtai barely had time to shout, 'Between, Dall!' before the brown obeyed, as always one step ahead of his rider.
They exited between and immediately resumed fighting, and this time K'lashtai focused his mind entirely on the battle. He now had the stinging reprobation of his injured arm to remind him lest his mind stray from his task.
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- Fighting Thread -- S'arn~Virth, 19:01:02 02/25/02 Mon
Everything else melts away as the brown and his rider swoop through the formation, watching for any Thread strands the other wings might have missed. There! Virth pulls to the right sharply, trying not to change his level too much as he goes. A roar emits with the rush of flame, charring the slithering Thread to benign black fragments. Looking the other way, the rider taps a warning.
"Virth! Look out!" Swerving, the dragon stays in formation and flames again, his rider marveling at the horizontal rightness of the operation. "The bronzes and greens have missed some. Be on the lookout, it might start coming fast." A cold twining piece nearly brushes his arm before he flattens himself, whispering to the big brown to put on a bit of speed. "And it will always slip past someone!" Keeping his eyes trained on the front, the temporary Wingleader silently prays that he can keep things together and do them right as he and his lifemate fight off the scourge of the invading Thread.
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- Do we wait for our wings to post before posting how our riders do? -- dragonrider, 13:47:04 02/25/02 Mon
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- Conoth blinkes in from between -- J'bari, Conoth, 03:55:21 02/25/02 Mon
"Conoth, find the others from Xanadu, and the other Bronzes." J'bari instructed, ears almost twitching as he listened to the sounds of threadfall around him. He couldn't see the dragons, the thread or the other riders but he could... sense them in a way. Feel the heat they eminated. Right down to the feel of Conoth tensing up, anxious to flame the attacking thread.
"Conoth! Down! Move around." Without hesitation Conoth dived down and looped back, flame exploding from his mouth to char a line of thread.
"Damnit, I felt that."
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- *The Bronze pops out of between* -- K'ith and Quereth, 21:19:20 02/23/02 Sat
*Coming to a swift landing K'ith dismounts and peers around for the other members of Benden Weyr...*
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- *The large Gold lands* -- Ginny and Areyeth, 20:51:06 02/23/02 Sat
*Ginny looks around approvingly at all of the other Weyrs who had arrived and were ready for the Fall... But where was her own? She shook her head, this once she'd have to put her faith in K'ith... Flipping through her own options she decides to gather the Queen wing.* "Queen Riders to me! I take it you all have flamethrowers.... so, in V-formation, shall we fly?"
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- Greens and Bronzes -- Alara*Aghath - - T'ren, Jeneth, 16:24:07 02/23/02 Sat
Alara hesitates, wondering if a second signal would be called. Or if someone else would go up first. *No, we're top remember! Give the signal so we can go!* Alara can feel her green's eagerness the fight the menace called Thread. It is getting to her, as well, and she can feel excitement rising in her and replacing fright. She smiles, eyes fastened on the line of silver to the east. Right Aggie. Aghath crouches, as Alara raises her hand. She cuts it down, and Aghath calls to her wing: *GO!* As she leaves the ground, she adds, *We're top-most, remember- we're going high!* And to Alara, it feels as if she's atop the world.
T'ren waits imaptiently for the greens to get high enough off the ground so that his wing can take their place under them. He can feel Jeneth shiftly with the same impatience under him. ~They're up!~ Yes, we can go now. The Weyrleader raises his fist, and snaps it down. In an opposing movement, Jeneth crouches, and springs into the air. ~Bronzes, we go! Under the greens!~ Jeneth straightens out, beating his wings to keep him in one place. Wait for it. For the bronze, it is hard to do so. He can feel the flame begging for release, and wants to aim it at Thread. ~Nervous?~ Jeneth asks, to take his mind of the wait, however short it will be. Only a little.
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- *** -- T'bel and Quilth, 19:29:05 02/23/02 Sat
- * || * -- Slenya * Faieth :|: J'lar * Flagenth, 20:54:33 02/23/02 Sat
- ***Arrival*** -- G'rein - Grenith, All'ndar - Dialith, 20:59:41 02/23/02 Sat
- *Ting* Going up, top floor -- Greenwings, anxious riders, Threadfall. Have a nice day. -- Evelene and Palirth |:-:| T'yin and Viouth, 19:45:36 02/24/02 Sun
- Threadfighting -- Maia~Palth*Kivr, 23:38:11 02/25/02 Mon
- Dodging and flaming -- Noel~Karath, 17:30:57 02/26/02 Tue
- Flaming -- T'ben~Rekoth, 17:36:51 02/26/02 Tue
- -- -- Arashi ^ Jesanth, 19:10:22 02/18/02 Mon
Flaming. Diving. Burning. Twisting.
The matched pair fought against the thread menace. Arashi nimbly ducked away from a drifting particle. Jesanth banked
away from it and flamed the offending thing. Arashi tossed
up more firestone. The two were cold and calculated, any
emotion lost in the battle. The two were one.
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