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Ives
 Posted: Mar 5 2018, 12:15 AM
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It was all a show of bravado really, deep down for the first time since he hatched the bronze was not entirely certain he was doing the right thing. Norla was trapped behind rock and rubble, beneath rocks she may or may not be able to move on her own - he couldn’t tell because he was not there with her. Instead of tearing apart the rock wall that separated him from his bonded he was here helping others in their endeavors to free Vessa, Vessk, and the trapped woman. Instead of exploring the tunnels on his own to try and find another way in to His he was here, moving rocks one by one as he waited to see what other help would come because it is what Norla had told him to do. They are more important, I’m but one of many and it is our job to keep them safe. Sensing his irritability and uncertainty she reached out from where she lay beneath fallen rocks in a secluded cavern. I will be fine. Even as she said it she coughed and felt a wetness fill her mouth, not a good sign.

Slowly but surely Taresk and Norsk moved rocks out of the way, the great bronze pausing at the arrival of Burl, Busk, Ruoban, and Ruosk. Burl had been a miner at one point so when he spoke to the miner with Norsk the wher listened intently. Timbers, they needed timbers to put bracers into place in order to keep the tunnel from re-collapsing once they moved the rocks. Without another word needing to be said Norsk took off through the tunnels, watching for the glows a few of the miners had put into place to show which paths were known to be open and safe to pick through the maze of tunnels. Reaching the entrance he gave a low growl of urgency, Say need timbers. Give all timbers can. Thick braided rope was quickly lashed across his form and secured to his harness. With a grunt the wher was on his way back into the tunnels, each step an effort but fueled by the knowledge he was needed he did not pause until he had once more reached the cave-in site he’d been at. By now more miners had joined the handlers and their whers at the rock wall and worked quickly to unburden him and hoist the timbers into place. With a shoulder check Norsk helped to force them in so they would hold before he backed off to give the smaller whers and men more room.

Ruosk and Ruosk’s good friends. Vessk offered back to the cyan when Ruosk reached out to them. A smile flitted across the greenhandler’s lips despite the throbbing pain from her wrist and she stood back as far as she could while keeping an eye on the pinned woman. She was obscured by quite a bit of rocks and rubble but Vessk had been able to clear enough off of her face to let her breathe and show she was indeed still living. Need healers soon. Care-ful.

With so many hands and claws working on it and with timbers in place within half a candlemark the cave-in site in the northeastern part of the mines where Maximillian, Osk, Yamaruni, Yamask, Tariv, and Tarisk were working was cleared and stable. Oreanda, the miners, and the students in that area of the mine would be free to leave the mines and receive medical attention as needed. All the students that had been studying in the classroom were quickly ushered out to safety while the more experienced men and women stayed behind. Wandering further south along the tunnel they found another cave-in site and began to work at clearing it - unsure if there was anyone on the other side or not.

Edelan and Edesk were joined by miners who had been travelling in the tunnels south of them - they were not injured but were now faced with a wall to the north that would need to be cleared. There were other ways out, of course, as one of the smaller cave-in sites had been cleared by the miners it had trapped and their whers. Bracers would be needed to make it stable but for now it could be carefully passed through.

A quarter candlemark passed after news of the first cave-in being cleared spread through the tunnels by way of wher and miners travelling in and out when more progress was finally made - the cave-in trapping Epsilon’s prideleader and the woman accompanying her was cleared and secured. Seeing her pridesecond on the other side when the dust settled Vessa hurried to the man and threw her good arm around his neck, her injured wrist still cradled to her chest. ”Should have gone for Norla, would have looked better when it comes time to give you your own Pride.” Even as she said it she hugged him all the tighter, grateful he’d come to help. Vessk stood still as two of the miners helped gingerly lift the injured woman onto her back so the green could courier her out of the tunnels. Vessa wanted to stay and help but with her injury she would be useless and so she fell in behind her wher on the slow trek through the tunnels towards the entrance.

Norsk worked tirelessly along with the other whers to drag sleds full of rubble clear of the tunnels and returning with more timbers so the tunnels at risk of crumbling could be re-enforced. It was taxing on his form, muscular as it was, but he was of one mind at this point - to rescue those in the mines so they would be free to rescue Norla. No wander alone. If alone call out so can be found. Need move rocks and timbers for bracing. Re-group, Desk’s have map. Can see where go. Miners in tunnels deeper in. Whers move rocks and timbers. Help where need.

Swithin understood the look on the faces of his wherlings, it was downright maddening to know you could help but having to hold back. The risk was just too great to take them into the tunnels, even the ones closest to them. Instead of rushing in to help the others like he wanted to he had to set an example. Grabbing the smaller rocks from the mounting piles that were being pulled from deep inside the mines he carried them outside into the quarry where they would not be in the way. Swisk helped as well, showing the younger whers how to pick the rocks up with their mouths or swat them with their tails until they were outside - whichever was easiest and safest for them. ”Don’t worry if you can’t move the largest boulders. That’s what the older whers are for.”

See which wher gets most rocks outside. No get hurt, just move fast. See who wins. At least the blue could make it a bit more fun and challenging for them if he turned it into a competition, maybe then they’d be content to stay where it was safe.

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A muscle worked in his jaw, tension practically palpable. Help the Slate class. That was the instructions given to him--to all of the Copper class. Meanwhile, his blood felt like it was boiling. Everything that was his essential self detested that he was being told to ferry injured people rather than to go and do what he was feeling he needed to with every fiber of his being: go and find Norla. Lykask may have understood the importance of doing what they were asked. They were not yet graduated, and each and every wher and handler, and each and every person, had jobs of importance.

They had excelled only because they were so opposite. Lykask was the social one. Teamwork was something the blue excelled at. He could lead but was just as content to follow--to feel he was helping was important. Kaios was the physical. His instincts were sharp as the sharpest knife. He'd helped his wher become the beast he was. Solid, hard and bulky muscle, with sharp enough instincts of his own. Still, teamwork had never been Kaios' forte. He was independent, and didn't enjoy the activities that forced him to work with the others in his class. Lykask was what got him through all of them with success. He preferred to lead, or to do things independently. He trusted his own capabilities. It had taken this long to begin to really trust the capabilities of his wher.

Lykask knew what His wanted. He wanted to go find Norla. Something was under the man's skin so badly, that he could feel his blood coursing, thrumming, in his veins. For once, he was grateful when Lykask spoke on His behalf. Normally, it annoyed him. He didn't enjoy being forced to be social in any manner. Yet Lykask felt he at least had to try and say something to Ijo. His wanted to help in the tunnels, not here.

Ijo, Isk. Mine would like to do a big halp to Norsk's. Go in mines. Find Norsk's. Much want. Can go? Lykask not do a frighten. Be safe. The blue's tone was imploring, hopeful. It was uncommon for the muscular, barrel-chested wher to ask for anything. Ijo and Isk would know that better than most. Still, Kaios hardly expected to be given breathing room. His eyes were stormy and hard, fixated on the entrance to the mines. No, he certainly didn't want to be doing anything other than looking for Norla. He knew he was capable, and yet would that change anything? He wasn't sure. Thus far, though it chafed, he had obeyed Ijo's orders to a fault. Even when his countenance was often grim and he didn't necessarily read like one who wanted to be doing some of those things they were ordered to do. Would that matter any, now? Lykask had asked, at least.




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Norla was trapped. Possibly hurt. And here he was, as a bloody candidate, not able to venture on his own like the grown-ass man he was and come to her aid. Still, he wasn't insensible. Far more practical than some, and with a lot more self control. So, he chose to go along with a blackhandler, younger than him, whose black was misleading in size. The wher was so muscular, that minus being smaller in size than the larger whers, he was easily as muscled. Zen had introduced them as Zen and Zenisk. The wher had a strang way of speaking in third person, and yet it had been a good choice for the candidate--they were driven, and seemed sensible and yet with just the right amount of fearlessness despite being a few turns younger than himself. He was recently promoted to Pridesecond of Delta, to boot. He was apt to be trying to prove himself while remaining responsible about it. A good choice.

They made their way into the tunnels carefully, the blue-black of the wher's hide catching the light of the glows along the tunnels. There were places where rocks had blocked off passageways. The black's large head swung this way and that, inhaling sharply, scenting for gas, for 'bad' air. There was the sound of crumbling up ahead, of more rocks falling in and blocking yet another tunnel up ahead.

"We'll have to divert again," Zen said, turning to face Dhiren, running a hand through thick blond hair, sighing heavily. Dhiren gave a curt nod, yet there was a look in his eyes that belied the agitation he felt at having to re-route yet again. The more often they had to do this, the longer it was going to take to get to wherever Norla was.

"Then we divert," he agreed, impatient to get moving again. Still, he wasn't about to show that to the blackhandler. He merely followed along behind as they once again turned around, and made their way back up the passage and down another one. They were being cautious, and yet both young men, for their different reasons, felt a sense of urgency. There was a chance they'd run into other handlers or miners--the more the better, really. As it was, there was purpose in their movement, and they were wary yet unafraid.

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Despite the appearance of Busk, Ruosk, and their respective handlers Taresk didn’t do much in terms of showing that he acknowledged them, which was a little surprising considering what he liked to do when a female was present. He had more experience with Vessk than Ruosk and she was currently trapped behind a rockfall with an injured woman the Brown was understandably more focused on the task at hand (or claw it wasn’t the time for deciding that either) than anything else.

Taresk nor Tarele didn’t immediately notice Norsk running off for timber seeing as they were focused on what they were doing to clear the rocks though there weren’t many possibilities as to what he was doing. Soon as enough the Bronze was back, dragging timbers with him, the Miners that had come into the tunnel after the two other Prideseconds, with them shoring up the unstable walls with the timber. Taresk, being the second biggest wher of the four did his part in helping to get the timbers in place before moving backwards trying to give the smaller two whers some room. Taresk and others are doing as good fast job as can, said Taresk as reassuring as possible.

They did finally get through to the Prideleader of Epsilon after another quarter candlemark of digging before turning his attention more to bringing timbers in to reinforce the walls that were excavated before going to Der’s map. “Hmm… Probably should at least check the cave-in with the most direct route from Alphahandler Norla’s position to the entrance before going any further in if only to make easier access if things go well,” mused Tarele.

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 Posted: Mar 17 2018, 09:24 PM
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Ijo wasn't overly sure why it seemed every class had one.
One Wherlingpair who, either the bonded or the handler, who believed they were somehow above the rules or needed to be exempt from his orders 'because'.

He was getting a little aggravated with it, truth be told, especially when he'd given explicit orders. Almost as if they thought because they somehow had more experience, it made their wherets somehow not the same age as the others, and they were supposed to be given permission over everyone else.

Like the moment - even if he entertained that absolutely ridiculous idea - he let one of them do something, the others weren't about to speak up and either claim preferential treatment, or want to do the same thing, too.

It was something he questioned every evening, if somehow the lack of logic in growing wheret brains afflicted or infiltrated those of their bondeds, and made them buck the rules or ask him questions he'd already put forth a specific answer to.

"Were you not listening, when I told you specifically that Copper Class is instructed to stay out here and assist Slate in clearing debris brought up from the tunnels, and ferrying the injured? Or are you somehow under the assumptions that because someone you know is down there, that makes you exempt from the order?"

Ijo's eyes scanned both Wher and Wherling. Isk rubbed his dirty body against His' leg, a measure that seemed to soothe the irritation in the Wheringmaster's whole frame. He hated having to repeat himself, but sometimes it happened. He was a little more short-fused than normal, given the whole handling-two-classes and then having one of them thankfully taken over by Swithin and Swisk. Isk, however, was a bit less testy.

Ijo give direction for reason. Let you go, mean others want go, too. Just because YOU think am ready, not mean others maybe ready, then they go too, go down there, not am be careful, am get hurt, become part of problem. Ijo, Isk get big yell from two-legger boss-people, Wherlings get hurt. Then is Ijo problem, Wherlings want disobey what say, do what want anyway. This why you Wherling, not Handler yet. Have learn to listen, before am big enough in pant to go by self. Listen first, then do. When not Ijo, Isk re-spawn-suh-bee-lee-tee anymore, then you do what want. Until then, belong to Ijo, Isk, have listen to Ijo, Isk.

"Any Wherlingpairs in Copper Class who disobey my direct order - if I find you in the tunnels further than Isk, not only will you have double chores for the next sevenday, but you will be held back until the next class. I am not joking. Those tunnels are dangerous, and for as-yet-untested Whers, you are a liability, not an assistance. Up here, you are the opposite. It may not appear to be important work, but handling what we are handling allows the more experienced Whers and their Handlers to deal with what is going on down there, without having to be concerned. I know that some of you may have people you know down in those tunnels - stay here, and be ready to receive them.

You are my responsibility, and that responsibility is to teach you, keep you safe, and ensure you survive until graduation - not only that, but that you reach that point fully prepared to embark on your respective travels as a Handler, or as a Priderunner. Until you have your new knots and I stand at the front of the dining hall to call your name under an assigned Pride, you are still Wherlings, and you are still my charges. I have yet to lose a pair during my tenure. I will not break that record now because some of you believe you are ready."


Isk think Ijo need make fun for not-babies-anymore. Give something do, take stress off.
What could possibly take stress off, Isk, it's a life and death situation, I'm not prepared to make games of it.


Isk sighed at His, bodily moving Ijo towards the healer's area.

You go help. I stay, help babies. Still remember healer-stuff, go help mend people. Isk watch. Report if break rules.

He broadcast to Copper Class.

Ijo go to Healer area, am help hurt ones. If want learn how help hurt peoples, go with Ijo. If stay with Isk, we find sleds, help clear from just inside tunnel. Teams two at time, ALWAYS stay with Isk. Whers AND Wherlings - not only one. If can't agree, then stay outside, clear from outside to piles. We not going in-in, only in mouth of, help with heavier stuffs. Build muscle, make strong. Show how to haul, how to carry. How to move, not hurt person or wher. Listen to Isk, or Isk send home.

[Note: They are NOT going into the actual tunnel system; Isk is taking them just inside the mouth, to help haul what is being dredged up from the cave ins further inside. They are not permitted at any point to go into any of the branching tunnels; they stay at the mouth (basically where it forks out, that first portion) or they are subject to punishment. At no point are your Wherlings permitted to go further than Isk, and he will be positioned at the place where it forks in order to make sure none of them go further. They will be sent in teams of two (if you're taking part) to ferry stone and hurt people from Isk's position to the mouth, and out to the other groups who are not going inside.]

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 Posted: Mar 19 2018, 10:30 PM
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It felt like forever before she was free, but she knew the others had worked tirelessly. "You should have gone for Norla first," she said, probably a cool reception when the woman finally stepped out of the tunnel, standing to the side so the Crafters could go ahead and exit the chamber they'd been locked in. "Mind your way and drag out anyone else who isn't working to clear things!" she called after them. "Thank you for freeing me," she said to Max, Yamaruni, and Tariv, "but now we must get the Alpha, come with me please, Max, I am sure we will need your guidance."

It was almost a request, but the woman certainly wasn't asking. Osk led the group out from where they'd been dug out and down, through a winding passage that curved up like a fishhook into the cavern where Norla had been cut off from the world. As they went they ran into more Crafters that Oreanda ordered out of the cave and to safety. Let them speak in whispers about how the Lord Holder's whore was acting like she owned the mine, it didn't matter right now. As much as the woman wanted Norla's job, she didn't want it like this. Not through death.

The Bronze continued on, unfazed by the darkness as was typical for his kind, and he didn't stop until they were standing right at the pile of rocks that had swallowed the Alphahandler alive. Osk slipped from beneath her hands and went loping back up the long tunnel to get more bracing timbers lashed to his body. He would return soon. "What do you see," Anda asked the others, her tongue clicking the roof of her mouth so she could find some sort of vision of the tunnel in her mind. She dare not reach out to the collapsed rocks just beyond, though she was desperately hoping they might have spied some piece of the woman's clothing. A boot. A hand. "We're here, Norla, hear us or not, we're here for you,".

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We are here for work to clear, we here for Alpha, came from below,
looking, not sure if see yet, you see?


"Norsk will relay how close Norla is, that should matter, right? She's somewhere in all this." Already the woman could hear the sound of Osk returning down the tunnel with timbers dragging behind him. They'd already found Norla's body among the rocks, at least parts of her sticking out. "Mind her limbs, please," Anda said with a touch of humor. Osk came up to the waiting hands of his Handler and the others and stood ready to help lift the beams into place.


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Grumbling over each new report, Der scrubbed out charcoal marks that represented cleared or stabilized cave-ins with a bit of hardened tree gum, adjusting the locations of miners, students, handlers and whers as he went. His lips folded tightly together as he glanced at the careful extraction of injured miners and apprentices. Not good. It could have been a lot worse, but still not good. The greyhandler could think of all sorts of worst-case scenarios. It didn't help the situation at all to think of them, but he did anyway.

He nodded a little in satisfaction at a couple of the reports, though. Good, Oreanda was relatively unharmed and Vessa was also free, although in need of healers. Desk, ready for round two?

Always ready. The grey wher paced back and forth by Der's station, reaching out to the whers in the mine still. Edesk. Get miners out. Then, work on block north-east of you now. Needed. Shorter escape, better escape, save lifes. Zenisk. Help Edesk. (@Jenn @Ruriko)

Rousk. Busk. Taresk. With Norsk. Get Alpha. Go from front. Team Osk, already is go from back. Good. Osk smart. Report what you see. Go go. She huffed. Wherever Alpha Pride was, she was going to look at them later. (@Leo @Tigersilk @Mopsy93 @Ivy @Ruin)

You know that at least half of them are on patrol right now, right?

Desk snorted. She never did take well to being told she was wrong. Think I mem-or-ize this? That YOUR job.

A grim half-smile tugged at one corner of his mouth. If you say so, Desk.

Rubbing his face, Der glanced at the mine entrance again. Still at least half a dozen people not located. No whers deep enough in the mines to get eyes on. It worried him. They didn't know how many were trapped behind rocks, or worse... under them. What was with Alphahandlers and getting buried. This was the second time.

If they could get Norla out, they could find the others and get them out in short order, too. Although they might need a couple sleds to get out the injured.

And at that point, maybe the dead.


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Even though checking on a more direct route out of the tunnels in the favour of sending Cyan Edesk, Black Zenisk, and their respective handlers. Though Tarele and by extension Taresk it did make sense to focus most of the force of adult whers present in the tunnels on getting to the Alphahandler with some other whers to clear paths to the beginning of the tunnels. On it, said Taresk to the Betahandler’s Grey wher before turning towards the three other whers to the tunnel branching off of the tunnel that they excavated earlier to free Vessk.

Tarele was worried how Norla was faring during all this time considering the length of time was spent clearing out tunnels and helping other handlers and Miners out of cave-ins earlier. Neither Tarele, Taresk, nor most likely anyone else within the tunnels knew what they would find once they actually got to the Alphahandler and what kind of medical needs would have to be undertaken in order for her to heal. That was even if there was something that could be done for Norla if it came to that, as well as how Norsk would react in such of a scenario.

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Lykask shifted from foreleg to foreleg uncomfortably. Kaios' wasn't good at schooling his expressions. He'd never been the sort to bother, or have to do so. It was something learned, not something simply done. So, the look of irritation was visible. The firm set of his jaw, the way it seemed to clench making it seem to move, slightly visible, beneath the skin. His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles white. He had no problem, thus far, following whatever Ijo and Isk had asked of him. This, however, was not so simple. The question irked him--of course he'd heard what Ijo had said. He wasn't deaf, by any means. His hearing was perhaps among the keenest here. So the question felt patronizing, to the young man. He had built up respect for Ijo and his brown. That was something hard won with the bluewherling. So, it was this that kept him from reacting negatively--at least any more than his expression and tightly tensed fists gave sign of. As far as he was concerned, he was capable. Who else was in his class? An old Master--or at least much older--a young girl, a young boy...among them, only himself, Zel and Kaizre seemed, to him, to be at all capable of handling themselves. Even then, he was, with much bias, convinced that is was Zelsk, and not Zel, in charge. He had heard her words that day, but they'd gotten to him in ways that got under his skin and bothered him. He was unable to cede to the rightness of them, even though somewhere, he knew there was truth to it.

As the blue at his side was concerned, it was very simple. It made sense. He could feel the turmoil rioting inside His', but Kaios could hardly put into words what he wanted to say without doing so angrily. The blue was glad for the respect he knew His had for the man and his wher...otherwise it might have gotten troublesome. His did not have good control of his emotions. A little better than he had...but it was thanks to Lykask, and the blue silently knew it, and accepted that they helped each other and that he was strong where His was not, and vice versa. They were a team...even if His often forgot it. As used to being alone and doing it all himself as the man had been, he often had a 'take charge' attitude that did not account for the bulky blue's capabilities. They were considerable capabilities, and Lykask knew that it was because of His' insistence on Lykask's training to be as strong and as best as he could be. The blue felt great relief when Isk stepped in and began to speak.

The hackles on Kaios' neck, as it were, had been raised. He'd been ready to say something--just no certainty on what. He felt he was exempt to a degree, because it should have been based on individual capabilities. He felt he was more capable than the whelps--save the Master, perhaps--who were here. How many of them could survive turns alone in the wilds? Against wild whers, felines, and having to hunt, clothe, gather and tend to their own injuries? He was a different creature from them, entirely. In his mind, they were not the same. Still, as Isk spoke, the bluewherling glanced towards where the other wherlings were. Because he was not stupid, and because the wher spoke reason. If he'd meant to tactfully deal with Lykaios, he was doing it exactly right. If he hadn't, then it was right either way. By addressing the fact that others would want to go, and get themselves hurt, the brown had made the bluewherling feel it wasn't that Ijo or Isk thought he was not ready. The dark haired young man also understood responsibility well enough. If, for some reason, something did happen--something that might have been entirely out of his or Lykask's control, no matter how capable or incapable, just like had happened to the Alphahandler--then Ijo and Isk would be held responsible. So it wasn't a matter of deeming him incapable or wanting to give him strife about it. It was simply as Isk had explained it to be.

Ijo was speaking again, addressing all the wherlings, now. He didn't much like it--as it felt he'd been the cause of the man's words--but he had simply given a slight incline of his head when Isk had been done speaking, and chose to simply regard the words spoken next as something meant to make sure the rest of the class knew what he already had been told. Perhaps others had wanted to go, too. Only it was as Isk had said: if one went, the others would want to. He could understand that reasoning. Just because he was ready, did not mean they were. Did not even necessarily mean Lykask was--not that he felt the blue wasn't, personally. Still, even if his confidence in himself was founded enough, his overconfidence that his wher was just as ready was not. Lykask was still not graduated, and lacked any real experience. He had not been in the wilds beside His. He was still young, yet, and grateful that the Wherlingmaster and his brown were able to deal so well with His.

Even more grateful was Lykask when Isk's next words gave them a direction--and one that put Kaios a bit more at ease. Having physical work to do was best for His. His was good at that--strong. They both were. Lykask spoke for both of them, his tone pleased.

We do a halp for Isk. Much strong, do good work, move much rock.

Lykaios didn't need to really say much. He moved to stand beside the blue, giving yet again another, more affirmative nod. They would be closer to the caves, even if not in it. He still felt he could have gone in there and been of more use in finding Norla, but this option seemed to settle him, and he waited for Isk to show them to the sleds alongside his blue.




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Zen listened to his Betahandler's instructions, and the moment they were given, moved to stand beside Edelan. Zenisk, too, moved fluidly to stand nearer her cyan. He was eager to be doing something, and the danger involved simply made the wher's ichor run hotter. It was similar to His, really. They both enjoyed anything that made for more excitement. Zen was a lot taller than the cyanhandler, though she was a fair deal older. At eighteen and six foot one, despite his age, he found her rather cute. She was so tiny! Despite the fact that her cyan was about half a foot longer than his black, thanks to Zenisk's bulk, the cyan looked smaller beside him. The black tended to have that effect--looking larger than he was--even though he was within the standard measurements for his color.

"I'm set to go. You ready?" This was both to the cyanhandler, and the wher candidate who would be accompanying them. Zenisk licked his maw, glancing at Edesk, then His. Words weren't needed. He was ready, it was clear.

Dhiren had moved to stand near enough the pair, though his brows were furrowed. He would have preferred Norsk's group. Still, they might get to Norla first, who knew? Anything could happen. He knew that. He briefly summed up the wherhandlers he'd be following in. A tall young man who was probably a few turns younger than him, and a much shorter young woman--older than him or around his age? She looked deceptively younger than she actually was, but Ren hardly knew that. The black wher looked rather intimidating, standing there with his his large teeth overlapping the lip of his maw. He looked almost too muscled, with the upper half so big and then the thinner waist leading to well-muscled hind legs. Still, he looked like he could handle himself. The cyan, though slimmer in appearance, was still a capable looking wher herself. He was sure they'd manage just fine.

"When you are," he replied with a half-cocked smirk. He just wanted to get in there, and try to find Norla. Not that he didn't care about the other people trapped in there--he did. He was set on saving anyone they could. The more the better. He hoped no one had perished in there, and he wasn't in the least afraid to go in and do what needed doing to save lives and get anyone in there, out of there. Still, Norla was at the forefront of his thoughts. She would be all right. Had to be. She was too damn capable a woman to get herself killed in there. Or so he told himself. Logic said it was biased. He didn't care.
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The idea of venturing into a dark tunnel, for any reason, instilled him with fear. Ollisk remained close by the boys side, gathered with the rest of the Copper Class, as Ijo gave instructions. Ollisk didn't seem at all put off by the fact that they were simply clearing debris. All jobs were important, including this one. Some think smarter than Ijo and Isk, the green snorted, her tone reprimanding. If we not clear, who do? All important. Some think big balls more important. Ollisk think some still child. It never failed that Ollisk reminded him of one of the creche's aunties. She was always on the look out for troublemakers, and quick to give her opinion. Thankfully, she was intelligent enough not to always voice said opinions, at least not where it would do them little good. Ollivander frowned, listening closely as Ijo and Isk gave a secondary set of instructions--reminders, really. Olli would never think of disobeying the more senior brownhandler, regardless of his status as a wherling. This didn't make him incapable. He was sixteen, and tall. He was becoming a man, much to his chagrin. He could certainly move some debris without too much strain. Ollisk would help him, and so would the others. It was a team effort.

Zel and Zelsk appeared ready, and Olli couldn't help but admire the pairs confidence. He wanted to feel confident too, but he rarely did. Thankfully, thus far, his fears hadn't held him back. Ollisk never let him stagger behind, not if she could help it. They were a good team, even if ones capabilities outweighed the others. Olli was still learning, they all were, and there was no shame in that. Just because his wher was the smallest in the class that didn't mean that they weren't any good. Ollisk was strong, and so was he. They wouldn't drag Copper Class down.

The boy edged closer to Zel, wanting someone to talk to; maybe it would help. "Hey Zel..." he greeted, offering a lopsided smile. "You both look ready. Us too." He was, of course, referring to himself and the green. Ollisk peered past her human, to where her copper sister stood. What think Zelsk of task? Can do much good, think Ollisk. She was sure that the copper queen would soon exert a commanding air, which was easy enough for the green to overlook. She, nor Olli, were pawns. The green didn't need a shimmery hide to be of use. They were a pack, all of them. A collective, a group. That, certainly, was more important.

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Dawson hadn't met many of the senior class, mostly because he didn't care to. Unlike them, this was not a life he had chosen for himself. He belonged in the forge, that was where he could be of the most use. Instead, he was here, by Ijo's bidding. He was not above helping, he didn't wish to see anyone get hurt. Dawson had always found fear to be a rather useless emotion, and so he had little use for it. He would do his best to move away debris with the rest of Slate Class and Copper Class. Dask was young, but strong, and he had no doubt that the wheret would be eager to help out in whatever way he could.

Dask glad be here. Be here for Ijo 'master. Be here for Isk 'master. Here for Dawson too. Always here. The sentiment was unnecessary, but somewhere, deep down, the smith appreciated it. He didn't need Dask's help, or his encouragement, but he had both. At least he could be sure that Lueke was safe, and not in this mess. The boy would be terrified, to have to wander into the mine. He could feel Dask probing at his mind, tentatively, and so he returned his thoughts to the task at hand. They were to pair up, seemingly, though he had little idea of who among his fellow wherlings he would work with. It didn't, ultimately, matter. They were all here to perform the same task, and that task didn't require socialization. The quicker they go to it, the quicker they'd be done. The man wanted to return home before they had even started.

Slate Class was small, but so was Copper Class. It was good that they join together. Dask was interested in the Copper queen, who was the first among her kind. The man had caught the blue glancing over at her a time or two, though he said little of it. In fact, the smith was fairly sure that the blue was hoping that his glances would escape his notice. Dawson, uninterested in Zelsk himself, found no reason to out his wher. If the blue wanted to look, let him. It would do no harm. By the time the copper ran, the blue would be too young, and so this was not something that Dawson had to concern himself with.

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Max nodded at Oreanda's words, replying, "If she's the next worse off, lead the way." The man knew that the whers of the handlers could communicate with each other at the speed of thought, so he took the bronzehandler's word that she knew where he could be best utilized at this time. As they walked, Max took command of the miners they passed as Oreanda directed those of other disciplines out of the tunnels, verifying those that required Healer attention and those who could still help clear and brace the mine to avoid any further disasters, sending those in good health to rendezvous with Der at the entrance, assuming that the greyhandler was coordinating with the other whers and their handlers in the mines to determine where assistance would be needed most.

As they moved through the mine, Max silently raged... when he had walked the tables and become a Journeyman, his father, the Master Miner that oversaw the mines in this quadrant of the Hold, had assigned him as the Tunnelkeeper of this mine, and until today Max had maintained a spotless safety record. Ever since they lost Max's mother to the white wherry plague, Max's father (never a forgiving man to begin with) had dedicated every waking moment to his Craft, and he took his work very seriously... he would be looking for answers in regards to what lead to this disaster, and Max was most definitely going to start looking through the logs, asking questions, and finding those answers as soon as everything was stabilized in here... something had gone very, very wrong to lead to this, and Max would not rest until he found out who was responsible... and not just because his reputation was on the line.

Finally, the group had reached the cave-in where Norla was trapped, and Max immediately set to work, inspecting the ceiling and walls for any visible cracks or other signs of instability, and directing Yamaruni and Tariv to assist him in moving what rocks weren't supporting anything out of the way while Osk retrieved more bracing timbers. "It looks like the majority of what could have fallen already has, so it shouldn't take too long to get everything braced, and with three men and four whers, freeing whoever might be under there shouldn't take too long," Max reassured Oreanda as he chopped the larger boulders into more manageable chunks as the two wherhandlers and their whers cleared out the chunks. Soon, Osk had returned with bracing timbers in tow, and the team quickly got the timbers set where they needed to, supporting the iffy parts of the mine ceiling and taking pressure off more of the debris so that it could be safely cleared.

They'd already found Norla by the time the bracing timbers arrived, the loose debris they cleared having finally revealed the Alphahandler's leg. While he couldn't check for a pulse, the leg was at least warm, so if Norla was deceased, she hadn't been for long. With the ceiling braced, Max directed the group's efforts to begin clearing the area around Norla as quickly as possible, making sure to work towards her upper body as quickly as possible while being careful not to let any of the stones shift and possibly collapse an air pocket she needed or put additional pressure on her.

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A wave of relief passed over Yamaruni as he saw Oreanda step out of the rubble, seemingly unscathed. ”Yes, well, I would’ve if I’d known where she was, but Emirise here found Tar… Tahhhhriv? Tariv, yes. So sorry, my memory’s not the best.” He was no doubt getting pointed glares from his comrades as he walked and chattered at the Betahandler. ”Anyways. Emirise had found good Tariv here first, and then everyone else sort of joined, and now here we are!”

He grinned at the woman for a second too long before realizing that unless Osk noted it, she’d probably never see it. Face washing red, the tall man coughed quietly into his fist and worried at his chin. Yamask leaned against his leg in comfort, and a stray hand idly stroked at an imploring muzzle.

Despite how he spoke to Oreanda with such familiarity, he held a sort of reverence for her. How she was able to so smoothly direct and bring order in this chaotic situation was truly admirable. And Max, too. He was so in his element here, taking control and helping people get out… Yamaruni wilted a bit in his gait, falling a tad behind the rest of the group. Sure, he was helping, but he didn’t feel… as important? Useful? He wasn’t sure what. Perhaps out of place, here.

Yamaruni felt his Black slip out from under his hand, but it didn’t register that he had until there was a force keeping him from taking another step, almost causing him to stumble. Are here, OwnYam. Must help. That our job. HELP. The conviction in his wher’s voice startled Yama out of his introspective moping to see the wall of rubble lit by the handful of glowbaskets between them. Yamask was already doing what he could, creeping over towards Max and carefully nudging him in the arm. Am Yamask. Can help? Give rocks to move, can help clear way.

Seeing his wher, normally so sad and despondent, become so dutiful and filled with conviction, will no doubt make Yamaruni weep once this entire disaster came to pass. But for now, it was enough to jolt him into action. A hurried apology flew from his mouth as he worked carefully but hurriedly to clear as many rocks as Max deemed safe. ”I’ll let you know if we see anything as soon as I see it, promise,” he reported to his superior. ”So far it’s just rocks though. But we’re clearing them out as fast as the many of us can.” Hopefully the desperation didn’t creep too deep into his voice. The pain in the woman’s voice lanced through his heart and only made him work even harder, despite the sweat threatening to burn his eyes.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a flash of skin. Yamaruni blanched white at the sight of it, seemingly unmoving. ”We got a leg, ma’am.” The statement was breathy, shakiness forced as far back from the words as possible. While Max started working on the beams, Yamaruni crept close for a moment and nodded to Yamask. ”Can I ask you a favor, lovely?” The Black nodded. ”Try to get in touch with Norla for us?” Yamask nodded again, and searched out Norla’s mind.

Nor am found by many. Osk and OwnOr here. Yamask and OwnYam here. Taris and OwnTar here. SmallMiner here too, help. Leg okay? Can wiggle leg? Will get Nor soon. Will help. Promise.

Whether Norla could hear Yamask and understand that he wanted her to move her leg, or twitch a foot, something to show that she was alive was yet to be seen. In the meantime, the Blackpair continued in their concerted efforts of removing more rocks and securing timbers. At this point, it was a race against time, and all that the crew could hope for was that they didn’t lose.

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Following behind the bulky green they took it slow and steady, Vessk did not want to jostle her rider too much given her condition. Delivered to the mouth of the mines safe and sound the healers quickly took Vessk’s patient from her and began to assess Vessa’s wrist. Binding it to a thick firm length of hide they then wound cloth around her in order to keep the arm pinned to her form to prevent further injury. You did good Vessk. Running her uninjured hand over the green’s back she gave a tentative smile, ”We’ll need to have your tail looked at when we get back to the Weyr.” The ichor had stopped flowing but the handler wanted her checked over, just in case.

Deeper in the tunnels trapped under rubble Norla had sort of regained consciousness. Straddling the fine line between being painfully aware of her surroundings and predicament and being blissfully knocked out when she was awake she felt Norsk’s presence in her mind; strong and steady. Come now. Osk and His safe. Vessk and Hers safe. Others work-ing on others. Come for Nor-la now. Soft yet reassuring his voice found her during one of her stints in the world of the waking and she felt relief flood through her. Had it been entirely up to the bronze he would have torn through the stone wall to find her immediately but she’d sent him away to tend to the others. They were more important than she was - if something should happen to her she knew Oreanda could keep the program going but if she had allowed herself to be saved first and lost all the handlers in the tunnels…

Darkness consumed her once more but she was roused when she felt rocks being moved away. Still. Safe if still. Miner helps. Norsk kept her from trying to move least she cause more harm than good. She had waited this long, now she just had to wait a bit longer. A black touched her mind, Yamask. Pain shot through her causing the leg they’d revealed to twitch. It wasn’t the wiggle he’d asked for but it was movement enough to prove she was still alive - not that they needed that with Norsk standing next to them. He’d only left briefly since they came to her, tearing through the tunnels to fetch bracers behind Osk. Since then he’d been there patiently waiting with yellows, grays, and oranges shuffling through his facets at an alarming rate. A snort here and there and the shuffling of his wings against his back were the only other signs that he was agitated or worried, he was keeping it together remarkably well all things considered. I’m here Yamask. I’m… okay. It was a lie and she knew it, no doubt the black did as well. The rocks were heavy enough to pin her but as far as she could tell her ribs weren’t broken; surely if they were she would know even though she was not a healer. Bruised, maybe fractured, but the extent of the damage done would not be known until she was fully uncovered and in the infirmary.

The combined wherling classes were making a dent when it came to transporting the boulders and rocks out of the mouth of the mine. Frustrating as it may be for some to not be a part of the ‘action’ they were helping. Miners in various states of health were being ferried past the wherlings as they exited the mines while others re-entered in order to help clear the rubble and set bracers. Der was doing a fine job organizing Dalibor’s forces within the mines - Edelan, Zeniayr, and Dhiren had been directed to one of the tunnel collapses nearer the entrance, with that open they would have a more direct route out. Oreanda, Max, Tarele, Tariv, Yamaruni, Burl, and Ruoban in conjunction with the miners that had joined them worked from opposite sides of the rubble to clear it. By the time Norla was completely revealed she was no longer conscious, bruises and cuts visible on her arms, legs, face, with torn clothing showing more on her torso. It was as if she had not been spared in any way by the falling rocks though she had been extremely lucky; she was alive!

As soon as she was visible Norsk rushed to her and pressed his muzzle gingerly to her cheek. Come for Nor-la. Said would. Here now. Never go again. Always to-geth-er. Hold on. Healers fix. Yet despite the Alphahandler being rescued they were not done. A cursory look through the cavern revealed it had collapsed tunnels to the south east, the north, and the north west. They would need to be cleared and braced properly to prevent further collapse. Word had made it back to the makeshift ‘camp’ at the entry of miners with whers trapped deeper in the tunnels. Snorting lightly against Norla’s cheek the bronze waited a moment before lifting his head. Clear tun-nels out from here. Go deeper, find miners. Some hurt. Need healers.

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To their extreme credit, they worked effortlessly to free the Alphahandler. Working where Oreanda could not rightfully see to do no harm. Once, long ago, she would have forced herself into the mix to prove she could, but she had learned throughout her time here at Dalibor to rely on others. To let them take the lead when they were able. That was the marked wisdom of a great leader; or so she'd been told. She had a prideful streak as wide as Osk's, that would never change. Yamaruni, Tarvi, and Max had it well in hand, so Anda gave them space. Moving rocks with Osk when she was bid, but otherwise waiting to hear about Norla's condition. Norsk hadn't turned to maul them, so she was still alive, of that much the Betahandler could be certain.

A leg was better than...well...a smashed goopy mess, Anda supposed and then...there she was. She'd be sent up and out to the Healers, again, not something that the Bronzehandler was, and Norsk was already quick to request further assistance down in the tunnels. "You lot game for some more digging," she pipped up encouragingly to the Handlers and Max. Osk oriented himself in the glow-lit cavern and aimed them down the furthest tunnel that had yet to be cleared. "I could most definitely use some help," and by that she meant, Osk could use some help once they'd braced timbers. He'd already left to fetch more, because 'Anda reasoned they wouldn't want to remove the ones they'd already placed...right?

Without her wher she let the others lead the way down the tunnel, and stood by again, until the Bronze returned with the timbers, to help center them where they needed to go. "Anyone injured back there?" She called through the fall of stone after edging closer to it. There was muffled sound from beyond, enough to know that someone, or someones, still lived, but other than that? Not much information to go on. Anda turned, eyes closed, and clicked her tongue to center on those who were with her. "Time to dig again!"


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Edesk growled low in her throat when the bulky black moved closer to her and the cyan shifted away. She didn’t like many whers and she certainly didn’t like when one came to close to her. It was enough for Edesk to forget for a moment where they were and why they were here. A quick motion with her hand and Edelan cut any remark that the cyan might have made off before she could. A short argument between handler and wher ensued before Edesk finally huffed an irritated agreement at Edelan.

Edelan eyed the blackhandler with a jaundiced view, taking his measure in a quick look before setting her mouth firmly. “Will you help us clear out the other blockage?” she asked of the miners already in tow, ignoring the young handler for a moment, “Our betahandler wants us to clear out northeast of here. Its closer to the exit and shouldn’t take long.” The miners agreed quickly, anything to get out of the tunnels before more collapsed.

Edelan finally looked at the blackhandler more fully and her mouth quirked with distaste at his height. “Are you capable Zeniayr,” she asked softly, “Of following direction? Der wants the northeast collapse dug out. We’ll get the miners out first and if there’s time go and help dig out Norla.” Her tone broked no argument. Norla was important but at the moment her task was set and it took priority over a handler already being helped. As it was, digging out the northeast collapse would be helping. “Come along then,” she said and moved away without waiting for Zen and Dhiren, Edesk ranging out in front.

The reached the blockage Der had directed them to, Edesk huffing at the miners she found there. The group looked bedraggled but no worse for wear. “Injuries?” she demanded and was told none life threatening. “Come along then, lets get this mess cleaned out. Dhiren come up here and help Edesk, she won’t bite you Candidate. Get a move on.” Edesk grunted at Zenisk to get the black moving. She was bigger than he was and probably stronger (in her own mind anyway) but she would need his help as much as the miners.

Zenisk here. Dig here. Edesk dig there. Help miners if need help she told him sternly. Edesk dug her claws in, moving dirt and debris with vigor. Though the situation was not exactly a happy one, the wher was having a good time. She loved to dig around in the dirt and if the cave in hadn't been so bad she might have rolled around in it some. "Good," Edelan called out to the others, "A few more minutes and we should have it cleared out enough for someone to pass through. Zen, once its big enough we can direct the miners out with Dhiren and then let Zenisk and Edesk finish it."


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Finally having freed the Alphahandler from her stone prison, Max opened his emergency healer's kit, checking over the unconscious woman (after getting permission from her very large and very protective wher) to see if there were any obvious broken bones or extremely deep cuts. He used splints, bandages, water for cleaning, and small amounts of redwort and numbweed on her worse cuts and abrasions to help her if she regained consciousness before they were treated by an actual Healer. He then expertly rigged up a stretcher that he attached to Norsk's harness, to allow the bronze to safely bring his handler to the mine exit to be seen by the Healers.

Once Norla was taken care of, he turned to Oreanda as she spoke about continuing their work, saying, "Of course, I will not leave this mine as long as anyone is still trapped or needs my help." Taking Oreanda's hand, figuring that without her wher to help, speed was more important than pride, he lead the way to the southernmost collapse, verbally warning his charge of any debris or outcroppings she was in danger of running into as they moved. Looking back at the bronzehandler as they traversed the tunnels, Max smiled a bit... he was impressed by the Betahandler's ability and desire to take charge in the absence of other authority, and her apparent work ethic... and he was especially impressed with her attitude towards dealing with life saddled with a disability, her resolve mirroring his own in his own struggles, something that made him feel a kinship with the younger woman.

As they reach the collapse, Max put his mind back on business, and recruited the other handlers who followed him and Oreanda into erecting bracing timbers as before, noting that, like the fall that had buried Norla, this one seemed like it had dropped most everything it was going to drop, so only a few bracing timbers were required before they could start clearing a hole large enough for Max to squeeze through with a fresh application of lard, where he found a few shaken, but uninjured Apprentices, who he recruited to help him secure the bracing timbers he directed the group on the other side of the collapse to feed through the hole he had just recently vacated.

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With the combined efforts of seven Handlers, their respective whers, Norsk, and several miners that had come with them to aid in removing the rocks that had pinned the Alphahandler. Soon enough with their combined efforts those assembled revealed an unconscious Norla though bruised and cut, Tarele didn’t know much else though considering the fact that he wan’t a Healer by any stretch of the imagination and he wasn’t examining her all that closely. He didn’t know the Alphahandler’s prospects afterwards, things could change very quickly, Norla was alive at this moment which would be good for not drawing too much negative attention from the other Weyrs scattered around Pern.

With the handlers that had been trapped in one way or another freed through the efforts of the assembled Handlers that had decided to delve into the mines Tarele and his Brown turned their attention towards the deepest cave-in. Of course the Betahandler could just as easily send him off to another cave-in and he would be obliged to go there instead the Pridesecond moved towards the cave-in that he had decided to deal with. Whether he would have a similar success with the two trapped Miners that he had decided to at least help in freeing the pair.


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The cyan pair worked in quiet concentration to clear the way and place timbers where instructed until Vessa and Vessk were finally freed. This was more than just duty to them; this was about their friendship. Ruoban knew that if it was them on the other side, he could expect the same from the green pair, and so each rock moved was another step closer to confirming Vessa's well-being. At last, she was in sight, and he exhaled to see her in one piece. Ruoban couldn't help the soft chuckle that escaped from him as the prideleader raced to his side, returning her embrace with gusto. "I'm glad you're alright," he whispered even as his eyes were drawn to her injured wrist. If she asked why he cared so much, he might joke it was because he would have to pick up the slack from her injury, but in truth, the sight pained him. A good pridesecond should always be at his prideleader's side.

Speaking of, her comment confounded him. While it would certainly be an honor to have a pride of his own, he had no plans to leave Epsilon, nor did Ruosk. They were both very happy where they currently were. "Who said I'm leaving you? Besides, Norla is next." He looked to Vessk. "You've both done enough here- don't worry and rest up. After all, your pride wouldn't know what to do without you." He watched Vessk load the injured woman who had been with them before turning his attention back to the matter at hand. They weren't out of the woods yet - or out of the mines rather.

Ruosk confirmed Desk's commands with a soft hum. 'Ruosk follow Norsk.' The cyan was calm knowing how stressed the bronze must be to have his human trapped. She hoped the presence of herself and the other whers would help soothe him. She set to work again without delay, under the instruction of those who knew best, until Norla was visible. Even then the work continued with Maximilian leading the way to the next cave-in. They would not be done until every last miner was extricated...or their bodies were, in any case.

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In retrospect, asking for that confirmation was rather silly of them, when the hulking mass of Norsk was right there, but Yamaruni had fallen into a sort of tunnel vision that ignored his surroundings, only focusing with more than necessary concentration on the boulders in front of him. Besides, seeing Yamask perk up considerably to his superior’s words was a comfort, and more proof that the small black was equally focused. As Norla’s form was finally found amongst the rubble, and swiftly whisked away from the wreckage, no doubt in need of some serious medical attention, the pair turned to Oreanda, expectant. The mines were becoming more comfortable, and the dust no longer ached away at their lungs – at least, for now. Yamaruni flashed another bright grin – again, only for a moment before being reminded of Oreanda’s lack of vision and letting it fade sheepishly – at the prospect of continuing their help. ”If you think that me n’ Yamask are done, you’d be sorely underestimating our constitution, Betahandler,” he joked, making sure to keep pace with the party.

Truth be told, he was actually quite winded. The adrenaline coursed through him, yes, but how long had they been down there? Hands bled and bruised with the amount of work they have been put through, arms equally so with the larger pieces. Yamask was equally spent, trotting steps faltering behind the rest of the pack and tongue occasionally lolling out in a small pant. But they weren’t about to abandon the mission, not when they’ve made to much progress. He turned to Tarele and Ruoban with a sigh, sizing up their latest companions. ”How’re you holding up, friends?” he asked. The brown handler didn’t seem too keen on conversation, and the cyan pair seemed pretty stressed, but so was he, and maybe some conversation would liven them up. Better to keep his mind off of how hard he was breathing or the quickness of his tired heartbeat.

Before long, the group was once again assembling timbers to allow some stabilization, and Yamaruni helped orient their newest members to where and how the braces should align. He’d watched Max enough times to get a general idea of things, and besides, the miner was fixing any mistakes he made anyways, so it wasn’t as if there were going to be any major issues. But still, something crawled in the back of the blackpair’s minds. Fatigue. No doubt that they would have worked themselves to death had they not had the vast number of helpers with them. Once Max had finished worming through the opening to survey the damages on the other side safely, Yama made himself as comfortable as he could next to the hole to catch his breath. ”Let us know when it’s okay to start clearing out the wall for good, okay?” he called after one of the offered braces. He didn’t want to be too much in the way, but he didn’t want to abandon them either.

Hopefully they were done soon.

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 Posted: Apr 22 2018, 08:23 PM
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Time was running out.

They had been in the mines for candlemarks. It had taken a considerable amount of time to clear out most of the cave-in sites and yet they still had work to do. Miners flooded the tunnels to help clear the rubble and bring in new timbers, bringing along with them murmurs. How had this happened? Who was to blame? These were questions without answers, at least for the moment. Norsk was provided an escort as well as the means of shorter passage as Edelan, Zeniyar, and Dhiren were successful in clearing their path. Timbers were being pushed into place by miners when the bronze powered through, trying to keep his steps as smooth as he could so as to not jar his precious cargo being pulled behind him on the stretcher.

Before the trio from Dalibor could wander deeper into the tunnels or follow their unconscious Alphahandler to the entrance an older miner tossed a thumb over his shoulder, ”Need help over here.” While no one was trapped on the other side of the cave-in area it still needed to be cleared and secured. Hopefully by the time they had it cleared they could all leave the dimly lit and dusty tunnels.

Deeper in the mines the large group that had worked in tandem to clear the rubble off the Alphahandler split up. Maximilian had quite the entourage with him as he headed for the southwestern cave-in but the tunnels were too narrow to accommodate everyone. A small group of miners broke off to work elsewhere. Unaided by Dalibor’s handlers the miners made headway on the small cave-in to the southeast of the large cavern, freeing the trapped miners on the other side through their tireless efforts. Cuts, bruises, a broken leg - they were lucky to have survived at all and were told as much as they began the lengthy jot back to the entrance where the healers had set up a small camp for those needing immediate care.

Before Burl and Tariv could join Oreanda, Ruoban, Tarele, and Yamaruni in following the small miner they were flagged down by another set of miners who had branched off of the larger group. There were still some cave-ins leading away from the cavern in the northwest and they needed their help. It took just as much time for them to clear one of the tunnels as their counterparts to the southeast and once that was cleared they set to work clearing the tunnel next to it. The sooner they got all the cave-ins cleared and secured the sooner they could all get out of here.

Maximilian’s group was doing well for themselves - hard not to with so many whers and handlers to help out. He made it through the small hole in the rock wall to be met by a pair of apprentices who were startled not only by the cave-in itself but by something else as well. Something far more sinister than mere rocks. The small miner’s companions, for that’s what they were now that they’d taken up with his cause in the mines, worked at the rock wall still separating them while the apprentices fumbled over their words trying to warn him of the danger. At first they didn’t make any sense, ”Del.. He… there was…”

”Rocks, no not these he’s not here…”

”Dust, couldn’t see…”

”Then there were more rocks…

Calming them down enough to make a lick of sense was likely a task nearly as tiresome as moving heavy rocks, but eventually it all came out. They were not alone in the deeper recesses of the mines - there had been a third member of their party; a journeyman named Delmar… and his black wher, Delmask.

A growl rumbled deeper in the tunnels from somewhere just out of the circle of light provided by the glows each of the apprentices had with them. If there was any question as to if the man had survived the falling rocks or not that growl had been the answer. No longer tethered to his human the black was now far more dangerous to those trapped in the tunnels than falling rocks - the efforts of the handlers on the other side of the rock wall may come too late to save the three souls with their backs to the cave-in.

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 Posted: Apr 22 2018, 08:55 PM
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"What was that?" Anda asked the others, pressing her head nearer to the slide. Her hearing was acute, precise, and accurate. Osk's was better yet. "A wher?" Not sounding friendly the Bronze hissed, his talons reflexively tensing on stone even as Anda reached up to grab the side of her harness. Taresk follow Osk, see if find way around before wher kill. Ruosk, Yamask, see can fit through rocks. Human hands help the King paused only a moment before ducking down into a nearby tunnel at a flat run, hoping that the way was clear for his pursuit of the other wher. Hunting a recently unbonded beast was no simple matter, so he was not foolhardy enough to face the beast alone, but the humans were most important.

Oreanda clung grimly to his side, unwilling to risk the top of his back when so unfamiliar with the tunnels, he curled one wing around her as best he could to shield her from any rocks they might encounter in the well-mined tunnels. Follow the wall, follow it around the woman urged her wher, and he complied, sticking as near as he could. The smell grew fainter as they exploded into an open cavern; Oreanda could hear the difference in the sound of Osk's talons on stone, but she tugged on his work harness and urged him again to follow the wall. He turned a tight slippery hook nearly on top of himself and dove into the first tunnel on his right. A few strides down the tunnel the smell of wher hit him flush in the nostrils. Ordinarily he would have screamed a warning rage at the other wher, if only to distract it, but he felt the presence of his human warning him that such a thing might be unwise due to the stability of the tunnels.

Osk stretched his legs and scented the stale air again, a mixture of death and human rising up to meet him as he ran straight through the corridor skittering past the very wher he was hunting to place his bulk between the now-wild and the trapped Minerfolk. Anda dropped away from his flank to join the others which allowed Osk to press forward in the direction of the tunnel where the wild was. The bronze left ample room for Taresk to join him, as their best chance would be to flank and pin the wher should he try to make a run at them. The bronze lowered his head, allowing only a rippling rage-fueled growl to drip out of his maw. Yamask, Ruosk, be ready make move should wild choose run rather than die. Be ready kill. Do not understimate bad wher. Do not fight alone


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Maximilian listened to the two young Apprentices carefully... he had plenty of experience dealing with confused and possibly head-injured miners during collapses, so he knew what words to use to focus their minds and the best ways to calm them enough to remove as much distraction as possible from their memories. At last, he had the information he needed... just in time to give dangerous meaning to the feral growl coming from the darkness deeper past the collapse. Moving past the two Apprentices, Max grabbed a nearby pickaxe and hefted it in front of him, hoping that the sight of an older Miner who was nearly a foot shorter than them having a fighting spirit would motivate the two younger men to take up arms as well. Max was far from a trained fighter... he used humor to avoid conflict, for the most part, and any scuffles he found himself in due to taunts regarding his inability to defend himself due to his size were nothing more than unskilled brawls at best. But he would be damned before he would leave any of his fellow Miners to fall without at least putting up a fight.

Luckily, before he would have to put that idea to the test, a great bronze pile of muscle on four powerful clawed pillars appeared from the darkness, ridden by a blonde-haired woman that Max had become quickly familiar with in the short time he knew her. "Good to see you, Oreanda," Max said, relief clear in his voice, and as Osk took up position between the Miners and the darkness where the feral growl had emerged, Max dropped his pickaxe and turned to the two Apprentices, saying, "All right, fellas, looks like we're in luck. While Betahandler Oreanda does the job she was trained to do, let's do the job we were trained to do and get this collapse braced and cleared so that the handlers and their whers on the other side of this can join in easier." Calling through the hole again, he said, "In case you haven't been updated, Oreanda and Osk are here now. If we can get a few more bracing timbers on this side, we'll be ready to start getting this collapse cleared so you can get through!" before directing the two Apprentices to help him get the bracing timbers that had already been fed through placed and secured, quickly and efficiently bracing the roof as more were fed through from the other side, letting those left on the opposite side of the collapse know when it was time to start clearing the slide out.

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Tarele and Taresk didn’t know really how many candlemarks had passed as they worked on the one of the few cave-ins still in need of being dealt with though it did help that he wasn’t alone with three other handlers and their whers. Two other pairs did seem to be coming along with the eight, though both of them were diverted to help with another cave-in. In the middle of the work, Taresk raised up his head suddenly. Wher, doesn’t sound good for Tarele and others, said Taresk uncharacteristically seriously to everyone around him before pausing to listen to Osk. Taresk and Tarele right behind Osk.

With that said the Brown gave Tarele barely enough time to stop what he was doing before dashing off in the direction that the Betahandler’s wher had ran off to in order to confront the former bonded wher. The Brown and his handler were right on the tail of Osk, before reaching the relevant end of the tunnel flanking the Black wher in order to place two larger whers in between the Black and the group of Miners as well as Tarele. The Brown lowered his head mimicking the movements of the Bronze beside him in an aggressive side of him that didn’t come out all that often.

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From his vantage point next to the hole so recently vacated by Max, Yama heard a clamoring of voices. Panicked, but about what? It seemed much more than just stress of cave-ins. He stilled his breath for a moment, lowering his own noise, but before he could make sense of the Apprentice babbling, Oreanda answered his unspoken question. Wher. A less-than-bonded one, it seemed. His stomach dropped. Last time they had dealt with a wild where was back at Yamask’s hatching, and she was just angry. But this? This was a different beast – quite literally. He watched, jaw clenched and eyes wide, as Osk and his handler took off down an open corridor, Taresk and His hot on their heels. Even after their feet echoed into silence, the long man had yet to move from his position.

It wasn’t until a weight, once again, forced him out of his reverie that he realized the direness of the situation. He would have scrambled to his feet if it weren’t for the fact that Yamask was already on top of him, nosing at the hole that he had stationed himself at. He heard Max, recognized the danger of what was happening – both with them and on top of him – but there was no time for waiting. ”Can do, Max my friend,” he called back, shoving his Black off of himself. ”Just ah, be ready to help Yamask through. He’s pretty antsy over here, and I can’t guarantee he won’t try and follow the timbers.”

Yamask stumbled a bit from the shove, but regained his footing, already pacing and eyeing the only way in for them. Need go in. Need HELP! Help Yamask through, will help Osk and Taresk, want to help! he pleaded into the closest available minds, kreeling impatiently at Yamaruni as he did his best to feed the remaining timbers that they had to the awaiting Miners. Once the timbers were through, Yamask virtually threw himself at the hole, wriggling and grunting as hide and wing caught on stone. Should he be small enough, he will only have some scrapes to show for the reckless act. However, whether he got through unscathed or with some troubles, he did eventually get through, and dashed forward to stand between Osk and Taresk, acting as the third point of the interception.

But then… he froze. Every muscle in his body went taut, and fear gripped his very being. He could not unhinge his jaw and growl like his bigger companions. He could only stare into the dark at the larger black in front of him, nostrils filling with the stale air of death. In his mind’s eye, the black seemed to shift, inky darkness of the feral’s limbs taking on a sickly green color. Faintly, he felt Yamaruni’s mind press against his, giving some warmth and life to Yamask’s form, but it was not truly enough. He had his orders to chase should the black flee, but should he lunge, there was no doubt that Yamask would be incapable of his own escape.

Back on the other side of the wall, Yamaruni did his best to claw away at the barrier. He felt panic strangle Yamask’s mind. He needed Yamaruni. The poor thing was going to get seriously hurt without him. Shard it all, why did Yamask choose NOW of all times to play hero? He did not bother to wipe the tears that pricked at his eyes as he desperately tried to find some loose rocks, any safe passage, something to get to his dear wher. ”Hey, ah, Max? I know I don’t have to tell you twice, but if there’s any way to speed up this process I’ll be forever indebted to you,” he called out, doing his best to keep his own panic at bay. ”Yamask is a good wher, yes, but he…”

He sighed. There was no way to admit that Yamask was not a fighter in front of Oreanda and not face repercussions. But what about the repercussions should Yamask die? He didn’t want to be extracted, not when they’d made so much progress here. He swallowed at the lump in his throat. ”He’s just smaller than the rest, is all, and I don’t know how big our foe is.” Good enough.

((OoC: Feel free to make Yamask have a Bad Time, but I hesitate to say do anything seriously damaging or crippling. If you’d like, maul him, but don’t break him, if that makes sense? And once Yamaruni gets over there, feel free to do the same to him!))

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