Harbingers Wing M'yk of Brown Dobrokhoth HP: 24-8=16/37 Status Effect: N/A XP: (+6 base; +5 to distribute) Target Accuracy: 7 Flame Length: 6 General Stamina: 6 General Agility: 6 Between Accuracy: 6 Pain Resilience: 7 Instinct: 8 Luck: 7
When they reappeared after blinking away to avoid a dangerous tangle, they found themselves...in the tangle. Dobrokhoth bellowed and flashed away again.
Demanthra/Monath, Ash'il/Iptoneth, and Ashlyn/Gyafrith
The girls stayed near their mother, hoping that everything would be alright for the rest of Threadfall. It had been a hard one, but so far falling from the air was the worst that had happened. Unfortunately, the hopes of everyone making it out safely was soon dashed when the keening of dragons began to fill the air. Demanthra gulped, since it had been not too long ago since the Ashlings had mourned the loss of one of their own. Now the whole Weyr was mourning the death of another pair, including the trios own dragons. Ash'il seemed to struggle to sit up, wanting to know who it was that had died.
Iptoneth, what..pair?he thought to his dragon, the feeling he got from his partner making him think it was someone they knew.
I think you should rest some more, Mine,Iptoneth responded, avoiding the question.
Iptoneth..I asked..you a...question. And...I will..find somehow..so might as well...tell me,the young man pointed out. He heard what sounded like the equivalent of a sigh of resignation.
A pair of our Wingmates, Mine. Cheza and Zurath died..protecting their mother,Iptoneth explained quietly.
"No, not..Cheza and..Zurath. We should have..been up there..to keep..them safe,"he said softly. There was sadness in his sapphire eyes as they opened, him leaning against the pillow.
You wouldn't have been able to stop them. If I remember them as Weyrlings, they would have done anything to protect their mother,Gyafrith thought.
"Gyafrith is right, they would have. I just..I can't believe they are gone,"Ashlyn spoke softly, tears beginning to fill her eyes.
A fellow green, one I never knew. However, she will be missed, I am sure,Monath thought.
"Oh, her family is probably hurting right now...knowing she won't be home. It could have been any of those we care about,"Demanthra whispered. When her mother pulled her into a hug, she cried into her chest. Ashlyn also joined the hug, their dragons adding their own mental hugs.
TRESPASSERS WING Alosha of Green Phaedrath HP: 18/21 Status Effect: -- XP: (+6 to base) (+5 to divvy as I see fit) Target Accuracy: +8 [+5] Flame Length: +6 General Stamina: +6 [+1] General Agility: +6 Between Accuracy: +7 Pain Resilience: +6 Instinct: +7 [+2] Luck: +6
[High Altitude] [1/5]
There was so much wind, and Phaedrath rolled out of the way of a clump of it, watching it fall farther down where one of her wingmates flamed it. She'd been all pride and satisfaction - until the keening began. A sound that any dragon - or rider atop one - recognized for what it was.
While the green did not know for who, she joined her voice into the sounds of loss. It did not matter who. It was felt none the less.
BURNING ACES WING W'tarl of Green Altoth HP: 16/20 Status Effect:-- XP: (+6 to base) (+5 to distribute as I see fit) Target Accuracy: +6 [+5] Flame Length: +6 [+1] General Stamina: +6 [+2] General Agility: +9 [+3] Between Accuracy: +8 [+1] Pain Resilience: +6 [+2] Instinct: +6 Luck: +6 [+1]
[Low Altitude] [Holding - Damage Save] [1/5]
Ohhhh, no no no no no! Altoth, so ever reliant on her W'tarl, couldn't force herself to pull away from their position even as their wingmate moved. "Cheza!" W'tarl called out, even though he was too far away - she would never have heard him....and their path had been set from the get go. It wasn't something he nor dragon wanted to watch.
But it would have belittled their sacrifice, in his mind. So for a moment, both dragon and rider circled in place, the sad voice of the green rising up to join in with those of her wing - and others. Zurath...had been one of hers. Which in some ways meant nothing. In some ways, it meant everything.
She had been one of hers.
But even through her tears and sadness, she had to continue to flame - there would not be another lost today. She would not be able to bear it.
HURRICANE WING W'dre of Bronze Dormith HP:29/46 Status Effect: -- XP: (+6 to base) (+5 to distribute as I see fit) Target Accuracy: +6 [+3] Flame Length: +6 [+4] General Stamina: +9 [+3] General Agility: +6 [+3] Between Accuracy: +6 [+2] Pain Resilience: +7 Instinct: +6 [+2] Luck: +7 [+1]
[High Altitude] [1/5]
The lower altitudes are crying W'dre could hear the sound that began to spread through all of the wings - and the angry shriek of one of the queens. One of Eveleth's. One of Ours. Dormith labelled all of the Weyr as one of theirs, and W'dre, frankly, couldn't agree more.
They were all Ours.
His voice joined those of his brethren, a deep tone that lingered under the higher cries of the others, as if holding them higher. Any pain or exhaustion he felt was pushed out and away. There was no time to feel tired. There was only time to end this.
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Ashlings C'lusi of blue Macuith HP: 18 - 2 - 5 - 3 - 3 + 10 - 2 - 2 - 3 = 8 Status Effect: XP: Target Accuracy: 1 (+2) Flame Length: 3 (+1) General Stamina: 1 (+2) General Agility: 4 (+7) Between Accuracy: 1 Pain Resilience: 1 (+1) Instinct: 1 Luck: 1
Round 4 1. 10 > +1 Flame Length 2. 11 > - 2 HP 3. 15 > +1 General Agility 4. 7 > +1 Pain Resilience // Minor Damage: - 2 HP 5. 2 > Thrown into Straps (4 more times to get this) 6. 5 > Nada 7. 9 > +1 Agility 8. 3 > +1 Target Accuracy 9. 9 > +1 Agility 10. 5 > Nada DAD'MEL: -3 HP
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If you roll an 8 one more time, you run out of luck!
It had been less rest and more that the Ashling Wing had needed to scatter. The sudden sheet of Thread had taken them all by surprise, especially this close to the end of Threadfall. Still, they had to remain vigilant. By the time the young weyrlings had managed to limp back into formation, Macuith let C'lusi know that Takarath and V'kenti needed stone.
"All right. Let's . . . hope this goes better than last time." C'lusi sighed, too exhausted for his usual cheer. The score on his back hurt, and even poor Macuith's flight looked more stiff and sore than usual. Still, the blue dragon was going to get Takarath stone -- and with a more-cheerful-bugle than he felt, the blue let his eyes brighten with blue. He would not show his sad, exhausted eyes to his father. See? What a strong, rugged, blue son you clutched!
C'lusi snorted.
V'kenti was a wingleader though, which meant . . . if he botched this throw, he could just throw himself Between. It's the effort that matters! Macuith tried to encourage. C'lusi didn't really think that was the case but he was too tired to argue.
Hello, Father! You look so fierce up here. Macuith complimented cheerfully, trying hard to look as strong and brave and badass as his him. It took a moment to line up close enough to make the toss. Unfortunately, both rider and dragon looked a mess. Still, C'lusi was ready. It was, unfortunately, that recent score on his back and shoulders that caused his throw to be off. . . .
Look out, look out! The blue squealed, but it was too late. His poor father . . . . Scored. Because he'd been distracting them!! If the blue could lose color, both rider and dragon looked absolutely appalled. Creeling softly -- it sounded more like a keen -- the blue dragon hurried away, even as his rider slumped in his seat, ego, and pride too bruised to even bother faking confidence.
We're sorry. . .We didn't mean. . . Ah, but both were too abashed. Of all the dragons to botch a throw to, that pair was the worst. Uridith would find out, and surely, they would be disowned. The little blue pair that couldn't throw stone. V'mel would find out. His mother would find out. His sister would know. Ugh. His failure now caused a Wingleader to be scored.
Great. Just...perfect.
[. . . I am sorry, Nilah. C'lusi's just going to throw himself Between forever now. .__. ]
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Um. Poor Takarath has to take 3 damage. Macuith, and C'lusi, are . . . pretty horrified and sorry.
TSUNAMI WING M'nr of Bronze Cordrath HP: 7(+5)/46 Status Effect: -- Target Accuracy: +2 [+1] Flame Length: +2 [+3 ] General Stamina: +3 [+1] General Agility: +2 [+2] Between Accuracy: +2 [+2] Pain Resilience: +4 [+1] Instinct: +4 Luck: +2 [+2]
[Mid Altitude] [1/5] - Healing
The sound of dragon's crying distracted the bronze, who looked down and away from his given task with a sharp sound of alarm. M'nr had never heard anything like it. Though if his heart hurt on it's own, or if Cordrath's sadness was filtering over, he could not say. But he understood immediately.
The bronze lifted his voice to join the others, even if he didn't know - and likely hadn't known- who had fallen.
And then came the wind.
Several of their wingmates were blown out of formation - even dragons as large as Cordrath were forcibly moved, though he fought back against it, his mourning cries still filling the air. Not even the thread the pair were blown into stopped the sound. But it was a large hit - and he needed to make sure Cordrath was well. He forced him back to the Weyr, and into the capable hands of a healer.
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"It means a lot to me to know you're up there too. Thank you for being strong."
Ichta rested her cheek back against the top of Nadry's head as she buried herself back into her. No truer words had ever been spoken. It was very hard. She was looking forward to a good rest day - though she was hoping for a rest month. Too late for that.
Mmmm. Aurinkoth could definitely agree with his brother's feelings about being tired. But it was going to be nap time! Oh! It would be a very good time, plus they got to cuddle up together for the first time in what felt like a few weeks. It is a good thing we get to rest, then. And that ours are together and can also rest. he thrummed. His Ichta was happy at least to be on the ground and know that Nadry was safe.
And Aurinkoth, likewise, was happy to have Menankith safe.
TRESPASSERS WING Alosha of Green Phaedrath HP: 18/21 Status Effect: -- XP: (+6 to base) (+5 to divvy as I see fit) Target Accuracy: +8 [+5] Flame Length: +6 General Stamina: +6 [+1] General Agility: +6 Between Accuracy: +7 Pain Resilience: +6 [+1] Instinct: +7 [+2] Luck: +6
[High Altitude] [2/5]
The sting of pain would linger for less time than the loss of a powerful, beautiful green to Phaedrath. Alosha leaned into her bonded, offering support and love. Though to her, it was just as sad.
But as long as it wasn't eating them, the two could remain in the air despite the pain of thread.
BURNING ACES WING W'tarl of Green Altoth HP: 15/20 Status Effect:-- XP: (+6 to base) (+5 to distribute as I see fit) Target Accuracy: +6 [+5] Flame Length: +6 [+1] General Stamina: +6 [+2] General Agility: +9 [+3] Between Accuracy: +8 [+1] Pain Resilience: +6 [+2] Instinct: +6 Luck: +6 [+1]
[Low Altitude] [Holding - Damage Save] [2/5]
Fighting against the wind was a hard task when you were a small green like Altoth was. Still, she did her best but -
Don't push it too hard. Between away if we have to, Altoth.
