Altitude Change! Hour 2, Round 1 Beings!
High Altitude Wing: Fire Storm
Mid Altitude Wing: Flame's Fury
Low Altitude Wing: Star Flame
Hour: 1100
Location: West of SunDust Hold, and approaching the more fertile land north-northeast of Western Hold. There are many smaller holds that use this land to raise herdbeasts, draybeasts, and lots of good farm land. There are also many small desert caravans from SunDust that stop here and trade. Any Thread that slips through might well cripple the land if it burrows, and has the potential to kill innocents below--especially as some of those caravans and smaller holds weren't built with Threadfall in mind.
Even Turns later, not all minor Holds have or had the means to rebuild with stone.
Conditions: Rukbat is shining bright and that means conditions are starting to get worse as warm moist air is pulled north from the approaching low. Convection is possible, though it's likely they'll move on well before any storms build up. Unfortunately, that means clouds might form rapidly and upset riders visibility. Be alert! Winds are still heavy and rough!
High Altitude Wing: Fire Storm
Mid Altitude Wing: Flame's Fury
Low Altitude Wing: Star Flame
Hour: 1100
Location: West of SunDust Hold, and approaching the more fertile land north-northeast of Western Hold. There are many smaller holds that use this land to raise herdbeasts, draybeasts, and lots of good farm land. There are also many small desert caravans from SunDust that stop here and trade. Any Thread that slips through might well cripple the land if it burrows, and has the potential to kill innocents below--especially as some of those caravans and smaller holds weren't built with Threadfall in mind.
Even Turns later, not all minor Holds have or had the means to rebuild with stone.
Conditions: Rukbat is shining bright and that means conditions are starting to get worse as warm moist air is pulled north from the approaching low. Convection is possible, though it's likely they'll move on well before any storms build up. Unfortunately, that means clouds might form rapidly and upset riders visibility. Be alert! Winds are still heavy and rough!
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On top of keeping tabs on his Wing, R'mor was still being fed periodic updates from Junenth. Things were just not going well. They'd already lost a bronzerider--an ex-Wingleader at that!--and they still had hours left to fight. Dragons were literally falling from the sky. On the one hand, he couldn't blame his dragonriders--they were fighting as damn well they could in miserable conditions. On the other hand, if he could find something they were lacking, something they were doing wrong, he could fix it! But there was nothing he could do to bring back the dead and the wounded; nothing he could say that would make any of this right.
Harper's glorified Threadfall. Stories of riders valiantly sacrificing their lives for the innocent of Pern; riders who met the enemy bravely, boldly, and heroes who made it out of harms way when things got rough... But it was all lies. There were men, women, half-grown youth putting their lives on the line. They were hurting, they were dying, and he couldn't stop it. No amount of leadership could stop the wind from blowing, or Thread from falling... All they could do was hope for the best, and prepare for the worst.
And today, it seemed like all of them were completely unprepared.
Junenth rumbled warning. The hour draws near, Mine. R'mor felt Junenth twist and hiss as Thread fell latched onto his wingsail. The pain reminded R'mor that he could not be consumed by the updates; he could think about them later. Junenth and he weren't out of the fray yet, after all. The bronze took a jump Between and appeared higher up, and slightly ahead. Though his wingsail sported new holes and frayed edges, they were still doing relatively well.
Relay this to the Wings... All of them. He instructed.
Junenth did has he was bad.
Riders of Western Weyr! Keep fighting, though the winds are as much our enemy as the silver Threads. Though it is a heavy burden, focus on the moment, on the now; though we grieve, though we have suffered terrible loss, the fight is only the beginning! The Enemy is upon us and we will not let those who have fallen die in vain! We will strike Thread down more fiercely; we will burn it to ash and light the skies up with our fire! We will not back down, we will not give up, we will not surrender this day to the wicked Threads that threaten our loved ones and Pern! Keep fighting, though it is hard. We will overcome this battle! We WILL persevere!
And with that, the Weyrleader gave the signal for wings to change their altitudes, and carry on the fight.
