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Ives
 Posted: Jan 24 2018, 10:14 PM
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Soft yet still brilliant shades of pink and orange coated the sky between fluffy white clouds as the blue was chased away with Rukbat’s setting. On the other side of the sky nightfall was creeping upon the western continent with the gentle twinkle of stars beginning to gleam if caught at the right angle. Not until the entire sky was dark would they be fully visible, for now they were cloaked in mystery as they twinkled in and out of view. Crescent was bathed in those last warm rays of light yet it was still dim enough that with goggles whers could begin to wander with their goggles on to protect their sensitive vision. Norla was among the first to wake that evening, eager to see her plans underway at the Hold. A gray dragon flew slowly over the area that had been set aside for the granite landing pad with a critical eye as he inspected it. Landing he circled it more while his rider did the same from the opposite side - everything they saw was offered to the bronze wher settled in the weyrbowl.

Reith offered the images to the Alphahandler as well, both he and his rider knew it was dangerous to between in the first place. Whers could not do so from the air in most cases and thus their voyage was marked with even more risk. Once Norla and Norsk had a pristine image in mind she mounted the bronze and tugged her riding goggles down over her eyes. Nestled as she was on the saddle she leaned forward more to tightly grip the riding straps as she closed her eyes and focused on the image they were sharing of Crescent’s landing pad. Pebbles were displaced as the large bronze blinked between and disappeared from the weyrbowl.

One… two… three…

Claws flexed against the granite surface of the pad as they appeared just outside of the Hold. Opening her eyes Norla sucked in a deep breath while lifting her goggles up to look around. “Easy enough.” A bitter chuckle left her lips as she raised her gaze slightly to the gray dragon before dropping them to his rider by his side, “I appreciate your help, thank you.”

T’vis nodded to the Alphahandler while flashing a grin and rubbing along the back of his neck, “Not a problem at all, let us know when you’re ready to go back and we can help with that too.” Reith offered a forearm down for the man to use as a step and soon enough the pair were airborne, leaving the handler and her wher to their own devices. As part of the Hold’s agreement to take on the cost of the granite for the pad the Lord Holder had put in a request of the Weyr’s handlers. A small group of them had been summoned to assist the Mininghall in checking some of the deeper tunnels - while the hall had whers at their disposal their digging had opened a network of tunnels and they needed help clearing them as being safe. The Weyr owed the Hold which owed the Hall and thus an agreement had been reached.

Norsk’s mind reached out to the other wherhandlers that had volunteered to assist with clearing the tunnels. It would no doubt be easy work, busy work a few of them had called it, but still it was necessary. Norsk and Nor-la make safe. Be waiting. Clearing off the pad the bronze set to the task of offering its image to those who had woken early to join them. Within moments the first of the pairs arrived as Vessk appeared from between with her minute handler straddled atop her. Sliding from her green’s back Vessa hid a yawn behind one hand while nodding politely to the Alphahandler, ”Morning ma’am.” It was early for them but late for the miners awaiting their arrival and assistance - once the others joined them Norla led the way silently to the mine where she introduced them to the men and women they would be helping.

”Remember to take your time, we are here to help them in their work not hinder or add to it. Once you have cleared your area you are free to go just let Norsk know before you leave.” Short sweet and to the point - this would be rather routine and mundane but there was a purpose behind it and that’s all she needed. With glowbaskets in hand she watched as the handler pairs and their miner counterparts disappeared deeper into the mines until one by one their lights bobbed completely out of view as the various tunnels twisted to obstruct her view. With a heavy sigh she reached over to pull Norsk’s goggles free before nodding to the miner they were paired with, “I’m ready when you are.”

Following the man down the tunnel they’d been assigned she listened to the soft murmurs as other handlers introduced themselves to whoever it was they’d be entering the tunnels with - some were journeymen miners while others were simple holdfolk who had volunteered. To some exploring the unknown was exciting even if the unknown was simply a series of dark and dank tunnels. To each their own. Soon the murmurs faded as the rock between tunnels grew thicker and if not for the glowbaskets they carried the people would no doubt find seeing impossible. Ahead of them Norsk trudged along stopping occasionally to scratch at the wall as if testing it’s composition or perhaps to scare away a tunnelsnake. All in all things were… boring.

Deeper and deeper they travelled until eventually their tunnel opened into a small cavern. Once more the murmurs of others could be heard as a few of the other tunnels turned to deposit their handlers into the cavern as well. Lingering in the cavern until others had passed through she ensured each one chose a different tunnel; things would take far longer if they ended up choosing the same one. With everyone divied up Norla, Norsk, and the miner accompanying them picked the remaining tunnel to explore. The deeper they went into the rock and dirt the narrower the tunnel became until she began to worry it would turn into a dead end. Ever the explorer Norsk bounded ahead of them until he found an area of the passage too narrow for any but perhaps Norla to squeeze through. A gruff snort from the too tall and wide miner followed the woman as she turned to the side in order to squeeze through the opening. “It opens to another cavern and there is something glowing on the far side, Norsk go ahead and try to open the tunnel further. I’ll check to see if the other tunnels lead here too.”

Digging his claws into stone the bronze set to work slowly breaking apart the wall that divided him from his handler. Over the sound of his digging there was a low rumble followed by the sound of falling rocks. Stopping immediately Norsk backed up using his tail to push the miner aside just as a large portion of the tunnel ceiling collapsed. More rocks fell with dirt and dust making breathing difficult for the miner. Coughing he pulled himself to his feet and pressed against one of the walls in an effort to avoid the falling rocks - luck was on his side as he came away no worse for the wear. Once the dust settled he lifted his glowbasket towards the narrow passage only to find it blocked. Nor-la?! Norsk’s tail flicked back and forth as he eyed the blocked passage already fully aware of what had happened on the other side. It all happened so fast but there was no mistaking the outcome of the tunnel’s collapse.

Gathering himself the bronze called out to all other whers within the tunnels while pressing his head against the rocks now blocking him from Norla. Alpha down! NOR-LA NEED HELP. All whers work to-gether, find Nor-la! Care-ful, rocks falling. If hurt wait for help. Despite the emotions flooding through the bronze his mindvoice was level; panic would not help his handler now. To Osk and Desk he reached out, Falling rocks, danger ahead. Must get to Nor-la. Let know when clear.

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 Posted: Jan 25 2018, 12:20 AM
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Betahandler. The knots felt glorious in her hands as she looped them over her shoulder. She'd managed to outrank herself, but she still kept her Journeyman's knots looped behind them--where Akke's colours would always be with her even if they weren't always together. Norla had informed her of her duties as a Beta--not that she hadn't already known. She'd been angling for Norla's job since she'd Bonded to Osk. She knew everything about anything to do with Whers, and just as much about Dragons on account of being able to hear them.

They had work to do today.

Osk had already shimmied his way into his working harness. It was part saddle, and all straps, hooks, and tie-offs. They'd be moving rubble today, and he'd need all the leverage he could get to muscle the bags out of the caverns below. She finished up for him by cinching it all tight, running her hands along the straps to ensure the soft padding was against his hide. It'd be a long day and she couldn't risk him chafing. She also couldn't see. Everything had to be done by touch, or by clicks though in close proximity it was harder to see with sound like Akke and the other dolphins had taught her.

Betahandler

She couldn't stop grinning. Was she the youngest? At Dalibor certainly, on Pern? Who knew. She'd have to remember to thank Ijo at some point if he didn't already know. Osk was tugging on his harness, already poking his head half out of the thick metal door that led not deeper into the Wherhandler Quarters, but to the bowl. Their double-entrance quick exit. They'd never give this wherhole up, at least not until they died. "Okay, okay," she murmured softly, her hands finishing the work he was too eager to begin for himself, and then she vaulted--more like "delicately clambered" up his rippling shoulder to perch neatly between his stunted wings on the hump of his back.

They had to go to the Barracks first.

The large felinesque Bronze made short work of the distance from their cavern in the Weyrwall to the Candidate Barracks where it stood near the same wall but nestled between the lake and the waterfall pool. At his speed, a large gamey lope, it only took the pair fifteen seconds to reach the stone doorway, and even less than that to trot into the common room. They displaced a displeased White with their abrupt entrance, and Oreanda covered her ears reflexively as she felt Rivath press in--they both had a sordid memory of one another, that was for sure. The White gave way, however, and the Bronzehandler felt that pressure in her mind cease, allowing her to breathe again.

Call them she commanded, and Osk did so, reaching out to the mass of life rustling around in their rooms, making ready for bed. Wher Candidates. You will come with me, come with Oreanda. We go to Crescent. We clear rock. We work all night. You be whers tonight. You be whers to find your whers. Come. Come now man children, we go. The pair of them waited while the Wher Candidates gathered and then led the pack of them into the Bowl. Once there, Oreanda dismounted to stand among them, to rally them as Wherhandlers were always rallied. "You will lay your hands upon Osk and he will carry you Between to the Hold. If you have not been Between it is cold. Colder than all things, and it is dark. Darker than the darkness I see. But if you keep your hand pressed to Osk, then you have nothing to fear. We are Wher people. Our lifemates are independent mighty monsters. They outlive us, they barely seem to need us, but we persevere and forge in them a partnership worth fighting for. Know that, when you are watching them dig, carrying rocks, thinking that you are seeing something simple. Or boring. Know that it takes a strong person to tame a stronger beast, know that you are capable of such things."

The young woman paused, smiled, and laid her own hand on Osk's gleaming hide. "Come. Let us go help the Hold who puts food in our bellies and brings beasts for the slaughter." Osk watched the Candidates carefully, and Anda watched through his eyes. They waited until even the most cautious of them had finally placed a hand against the Wher's side and then---Between. Anda was hardly familiar with the chanting Ballad that Harpers quoted so frequently. She'd been raised by dolphins, not old doddering men with instruments. Yet same as always they came out on the other side after the shortest of heartbeats, and the residual warmth of Rukbat's nearly depleted light could warm the lingering chill from their bones.

"Alright you lot. Pick a Wherhandler and stick to them like glue. Anyone who wants to come down with us can, but don't all group together. Gas, rocks. Plenty of dangers down here. You are not to take any risks, and if your Pair tell you to get out, or get down, you better listen. Understood?" Again with the smile the woman and her wher led the way down with their own Miner, keeping careful tabs on any Candidates who accompanied them. They'd set into their own working pace a short while later. "It'll be important when you're working with your own wher that you watch him. Whers are tricky. Remember what I said about independent? Some of them will work themselves to death. They'd crack a talon and bleed ichor for candlemarks and never say a word unless you notice yourself. It's a good way to lose your partner. It's a good way to lose part of yourself. You need to know them. Inside and out."

She was only just about to give another set of genuine 'Always in trouble' Oreanda tips when Norsk reached out to them through Osk. All the times she wished she could hear whers instead of dragons. Or maybe even people. Danger. Typical. "Alright, my Candidates," the Betahandler said with ease. "This is technically the best worst thing that could have happened. It isn't a gas instantly killing us, just rocks to move. We are, all of us, going to backtrack up the passage slowly and carefully. Once we are back outside I will explain to you how rescue efforts are undertaken." If they got out. I hear Norsk, we moving man children back outside if can. We report if encounter danger. When Candeedates safe, then return for digging


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 Posted: Jan 25 2018, 12:53 AM
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He was up early. Why, oh why, was he up early? Blast these plans and blast whoever thought of them. And blast him for agreeing to it! Despite the early hour, Abelmosk was pleasant enough. The spiny wher was ready to work, goggled already strapped on his oddly shaped head. But his handler? Well his handler could have used a few extra hours of sleep. Sadly he wouldn’t get any today. Astride the green dragon, he eyed the granite pad where they were to land. He memorized it’s lines and sharp edges, he memorized the pebbles and the scrapes. Then he sent the image to abelmosk.
“Ready?”
Hm. Abelmosk got. Ready when Abelmo is. Abelmo nodded to the rider and shifted to press closer to his wher.

Between was as cold as ever, and Abelmo held his breath as he ticked off seconds in his head.

Thankfully soon enough there was solid ground beneath their feet once more. Abelmosk shook himself, as if to dislodge droplets from his smoky hide. But there was nothing to dislodge other than the chill he had withstood.The blue was ready to work. His handler? Maybe not so much. A hand covered his mouth as Abelmo yawned. He stifled another yawn in time to greet the Alphahandler with a quiet nod.

It was routine work. Work he didn’t really mind. Despite being past his younger years, Abelmo was always ready to learn. So he paired up with a miner and some potential candidates, ready to scout some tunnels. As they walked, he listened intently as the miner talked about the tunnels they wandered. What they were mining for, the integrity of the stone, perhaps silly things that had happened in the mine. All the while, Abelmosk took the lead, his round form only a few steps ahead of the humans, his eyes glinting deviously as he occasionally brushed against the rock, his rough hide scraping against it.

As they entered the larger cavern, Abelmo looked around. Voices and murmurs were heard as others joined them in the central cavern. He nodded to the other wherhandlers, occasionally raising a hand in greeting. Abelmosk was the more social, strutting up to the other whers and greeting them until he was called back by his handler. There were still tunnels to scout and work to do. Breaking off from the others, they started down their own winding tunnel, Abelmo looking for any signs of damage or danger. But it wasn’t danger that found them. It was Norsk and he was calling them to action.

Instantly Abelmosk was turning around. He nudged Abelmo and ushered the small group back.
Abelmosk send candates back. Send them to Osk. The blue wasn’t going to let them wander on ahead. Abelmo hooked a hand in Abelmosk’s harness, just for the comfort of having the wehr close. How would he react if rocks had hid the blue from him? Probably not very well.
Be still A-bel-mo. Abelmosk here. Abelmosk save Alpha.

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Candi was not enthusiastic about this… Work. Truth be told, she had always seen herself astride a glorious beast, resplendent in her glory and playing music. Not hauling rocks. But she understood why they did this. Often times Whers were the companions of miners. They helped haul. Today they would help haul. As much murder as it would be on her hands. The bright candidate put on her sweetest and kindest persona as she tied her hair back, ready to face Oreo and Osk once more. Bright red strands were pulled into a high runner’s tail that swung behind her like fresh flames from a dragon’s maw. Her clothes were simple enough, something she wouldn’t mind dirtying. She wasn’t going to wear her gather best, after all.

Making her way out to the bowl, she bowed to the Betahandler and her wher.Reaching over she gave an affectionate pat to Osk, the lionesque wher familiar to her.
“Good evening Oreanda, good evening Osk.” She wasn’t the first one out there but she certainly wasn’t the last.

She wore the persona of a simpering, obedient child. Someone who would go out of their way to impress others. She figured that was the best one to wear today. So instead of acting how she felt, she actually looked excited. When Oreo explained what they were to do, she clapped her hands together excitedly and was quick to place her hand on that large bronze hide. Between did not worry her. She had felt it’s cold before, and likely would feel it again someday when she had her own wher.

Closing her eyes, she braced herself for the cold of between. There was no bracing against it though. It was something that chilled her to her core to the center of her very existence. Yet they came out on the other side unscated. Pulling back, she stretched her arms over her head and sighed. The lingering warmth from Rukbat was welcome, but not enough to warm her from the inside out. Oh well. Work would likely see her to the point of sweating, even if it was still only spring.

As told, she broke off to follow one of the wherhandlers, one with a large, oddly round blue. She kept in quick step behind the handler and the miner, cooly looking around the tunnels. She was bored. This was boring. Why would anyone want to spend all their time in dark, dank tunnels? She was so thankful in that moment she chose harpering as her craft rather than mining. Ugh. At least she would only be helping load rocks, but that would be bad enough. After a while, her handler stopped so suddenly she almost slammed into him. Something was happening, she didn’t know what, but she could tell something was wrong. Quickly they turned around, the blue doing his best to nose everyone quickly ahead of him. Candi didn’t even get to ask what was wrong before she was being ushered outside.


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 Posted: Jan 25 2018, 02:10 PM
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Es'plorin', es'plorin', es'plorin! Tarisk chanted to herself as she danced in place, waiting her turn to use the granite pad to make their way over to Crescent Hold. Exploring had become their specialty somehow, first with Grove Weyr and now spelunking into the Hold's new caves. Not that Tariv would complain - it might not be the open road, but it was a source of new experiences. He placed a hand on his Green, stilling her somewhat, and stepped forward to take their place on the launch pad. He laced fingers through her harness, taking a deep, bracing breath. Between was not something he had experienced often, and he liked it that way. Still, it was the best way to get out to Crescent.

A few fearful seconds later, they were in the twilight at Crescent Hold. Tarisk blinked her big eyes behind her goggles, nose up as she sniffed at the unfamiliar scents of the Hold. People and Other Whers and Dust and... Tarisk was pulled back to attention by a tug on her harness by her Handler. The pair left the pad to allow for the next pair and made their way towards the group gathering at the mouth of the caverns. Clear the caverns and go home. Easy enough.

Oh, and escort a candidate. Tariv supposed that volunteering meant he was up for whatever happened, and here it was, training a kid. His brief stare would likely be eclipsed by Tarisk's lack of a sense of personal space. Up she went to the candidate, snuffling and warbling.

Hello, hello! Tarisk and Tarisk's pleased meet can'date! Come, see rock and miner and new places! Luckily Tarisk was excited enough about the whole thing that she didn't need much directing when they were ready to follow their miner. Still, Tariv gave a short lecture on how whers needed a strong hand at times. Direction was key. Especially when Tarisk would be enamored by a particular rock or needed to better describe a change in the rock.

Alpha stuck! Tarisk announced suddenly some time after, her typical joyful movements suddenly replaced with jerky, terrified steps. It was something Tariv had never quite seen in his lifemate, and suddenly he turned into a gentle giant, caressing her head to get her calmed and obtain more information. Alpha by rockfall. Danger! She turned yellow-gray eyes on their candidate. Beta want get safe. Save Alpha.

"C'mon," Tariv said with a gesture to his candidate and miner. "There's rock slides and we have trapped folk. Let's get outside to regroup." A jittery Tarisk led the way, gaze constantly upward for any faults she might see in the stone.


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Taresk didn’t use his working harness for the purposes that he would be using it today, his tiny wings even for a wher his size made gliding even unburdened flat out impossible making their only option being ground level jumps between if they wanted to do so themselves. Of course the harness was also there for use in excavating and carrying away rock of the opened caverns as pledged to the Mining Hall along with goggles for Taresk’s eyes in the time between leaving the wher’s Quarters, going between, and entering the mine.

Tarele gave the Brown the needed image, prepared for the jump, and going between winding up where they had intended to without limbs in unfortunate places which was always good. The Pridesecond and his wher made their way to the entrance of the mine that they would be entering today, or for diurnal people of Pern then tonight, joining the other whers that had decided to go on this job. Though he was willing to have a wher Candidate or more shadow him, if they would rather go with someone else Tarele wouldn’t push them to join him and the Holdfolk that agreed to guide him in the mines.

Tarele gave a quick introduction to the Holdfolk though neither of them seemed that interested in making a long conversation, if a Candidate had decided to come along with him and his Brown he would focus more on them. Even with the glowbasket and turns of living almost completely at night Tarele relied mostly on Taresk to navigate through the mines and then later the natural caves. Once around the midpoint of the tunnel that they had decided to explore Taresk paused before saying in a rather urgent tone to the three people, Alphahandler separated from Norsk by cave-in handlers to proceed with caution. Possibility of further cave-ins high, not advised for Candidates to follow any further.

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A faint warning sounded in the back of her mind but before she could focus the rumbling of stone and dirt drowned it out. Had she not been so fascinated by the faint glow on the far side of the cavern, or squinting to see across its expanse to see if other tunnels fed into it there might have been time to move. Instead rocks fell upon her, tumbling from their haphazard placement above as the cave-in jostled them. Small stones were quickly followed by much larger ones as they pelted down upon the woman whose flesh and bones were no match for solid earth. Bruises littered her body in short order as she was battered to the ground.

Darkness.

Thrust into an existence that held nothing but darkness she remained prone beneath the rocks, unaware of her surroundings any longer. Unable to feel the slow trickle of blood pouring from a deep cut above her brow. Sweat moistened her forehead and mixed with crimson fluid to mat her short bangs and hair across her face. Above her a dust cloud lingered, each shallow breath drawing some of the airborne dirt into her lungs. After enough accumulated she began to cough violently though it was not enough to wake her. Rough edges of stone pressed against exposed flesh on her arms adding more cuts to her already abused form.

Silence.

No matter how his mind prodded against hers it was all that met him, the distinct lack of true contact. He could feel her there just on the other side of the rock wall. Norsk was keenly aware of the injury to her head even if Norla was not in her unconscious state - the desire to dissolve into panic was tempting but he was a leader; he needed to ensure the others were safe even in his endeavors to reach His. Call out locations. Are candy-doots safe? Wherlings? It was supposed to be a mundane evening full of rocks and dirt with little real danger, the candidates would have no doubt benefited from seeing what the life of a handler sometimes entailed. Likewise the wherlings would get a feel for where their duties may take them from time to time - and get out of the Weyr for a night. Instead it was turning into something far more sinister. At least they only had to worry about this one tunnel.

Slate Class fine. Near entry, take out rocks and boulders if need. Swisk paced back and forth in front of the small class he’d been entrusted with. The Slate Class wherlings had of course been given the choice to come or stay put in the Weyr under watch, he couldn’t have them getting themselves into trouble. Yet he’d been warned this class was the definition of trouble in many ways, he welcomed the challenge. Swithin was not as welcoming as his blue. Scowling he pinched the bridge of his nose between his forefingers before shifting his gaze from one wherling to the next. ”Don’t even think of going any deeper into the tunnels. They’re clearly not as stable as we first thought and I won’t have my first outing with you result in losing one or more of you.” Perhaps it had been foolhardy to take the junior wherlings to Crescent after all. ”We will wait here and if we’re needed to help we will, if we’re told to go back we will.” At least they would be able to go by the landing pad before leaving - he’d brought them over on the barge given none of them were old enough to even think of going between yet. Suddenly a thought occurred to him and his face softened, ”Use this as an opportunity to focus on the bond with your wher. What are they feeling? Have them tell you what they think you’re feeling. If any of you are scared I assure you that things will be fine, we are safe in this area of the tunnels.”

No sooner had the Wherlingmaster’s assurances been given when far deeper in the tunnels another low rumble rang out. Everyone was on edge so the green had plenty of time to ram her handler out of the way of unstable rocks just before they came crashing down right onto her tail. Echos of Vessk’s pain filled roar pinged off the stone and Swisk’s head whipped towards the tunnels, aching to help but knowing the young ones were his charge. Despite her valiant effort to save her handler from pain the rough shove had forced Vessa into a wall, her hand shot out to catch her and only served to send searing pain up through her wrist. Fractured? Broken? It was impossible to say in the dark tunnel - but the pain would not be ignored. Hissing out she slowly righted herself, holding her wrist to her chest before bending to fetch the glowbasket she’d dropped in the fray. Are you alright? Vessk hurt. Vessa hurt. Small dragonman not be happy when go home. We have more to worry about than him. Where’s the holder that was with us? No matter where she lifted her light she could not see the young woman who had accompanied them down.

A low groan was the first sign they had of her, followed by a few small rocks moving. She was pinned beneath a small pile of rocks and the tunnel wall. ”Shards.” Sucking air between her teeth Vessa set the basket down and began in vain to try and remove the rocks with one hand. Going back for help was out of the question, their tunnel had collapsed behind them and she had no way of knowing how thick the new wall of stone was. Moving a handful of small pebbles did little to free the holder woman but her continued groans were a relief - she was breathing and alive. For now.

Vessk and Vessa trapped, more rock falls. Woman pinned under rock. Vessa hurt. Vessk hurt, not so bad. An update to Norsk, Osk, and Desk - as well as all the other whers. Maybe one of them would be close enough to help. Or maybe they were simply doomed to a life underground.

It was not only the deeper tunnels that had been affected by the cave-ins, a wherhandler and the two candidates they were escorting found themselves victims as well. Dust and rocks filled the air and while it seemed one of the candidates was unscathed the other was not as lucky. Somewhere deeper in the tunnels beyond where the groups had explored there was another rumble - this was far from over and now the list of those needing rescue was growing.

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 Posted: Jan 26 2018, 10:31 PM
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Edelan

Hmm?

Bad happenings. Bad with Norla and Norsk. Very bad

Edelan bolted up from where she lay, pants already in hand. Bad happenings Edesk? What kind of bad happenings? she nearly shouted at the wher. Rocks and dirt falling all over Edesk explained just as another call for the whers of the weyr to hurry, hurry, hurry. "Come one Edesk," she told the wher even as she commanded Wicked and Darkness to the lake. The pillies wouldn't be any help where they were going and Edelan didn't want the bugs to be injured. They complained of course, Wicked sending her impressions of anger and crushing the rocks beneath her little feet, Darkness insisting he was the best choice of everyone. Edelan laughed and was firm with the yellow and black, sending them off.

It didn't take them long and they came to the mine as the rest were arriving, finding groups of people being ordered about. Dig Edelan. We dig Edesk told her just as more tunnels collapsed. Bad happenings. Bad bad happenings! Edesk was distraught and Edelan not far behind her, but the handler knew she couldn't allow herself to succumb to her wher's emotions. "Edesk, calm down and we'll go dig, that's all we can do," she demanded and forced the cyan forward, to do what they were charged with. They would rescue as many as they could, helping where they could, ordering who the could.


But Edelan knew Edesk wasn't wrong. This was a bad happening.

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 Posted: Jan 26 2018, 11:33 PM
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Need go, Ijo. Now.
What's happened?
Norla, Norsk. Call, say cave-in at Crescent. Need go. Swisk have Slate there, help. We need take Copper, help, too.
Call...


Bozidar was gone. He couldn't call upon him, or on Musk and Mutorin, as both of them had transferred out with Da'on and his sibling. O'men was gone, too. It was a cluster of epic proportions, no less.

......

Ijo was coming up blank. It was then he realized how absolutely destitute he was, as far as friends went. Real, true, actual friends, not simply those he knew because he needed to know them.

Isk call Czervosk, Cask. They come help, too. Cask help last fall-in, Isk is tell. Call Coppers, too. Stay at start, where stable, help clear rubble, help ferry hurt-people.
Good plan. Let's go.


Copper Class, Isk broadcast quickly. Cask, Czervosk. Need help. Cave-in at Crescent. Need go help hurt people, help save others. If want come, is Lesson for tonight. Not have to come, not want, but if yes? Get ready, wear good harness, one with hooks, one with bags. Wherling-not-Whers need wear thick gloves, warm clothes. Still cold. Not want get froze. Hurry, please. Be ready, work. Meet Isk, Ijo at landing-place, for Weyr. Between over.

Cask was up, but the activity in the Weyr as a whole and the alerts going out had woken the blind Handler quickly enough. Czervosk, too, had been woken when Der and Desk were alerted. Both were up and moving as soon as possible.

Cask hear, gonna come help soon as can, Isk. Meet You, Yours, at meetin-place, yepyep. Gonna dig, dig, dig out all the people, gonna help!
Czervosk hear you loud and clear, Isk. On our way with Der, Desk.


Czervon layered his clothing; if they were going underground, it was going to be dangerous, and cold. His machete was worn, as well as his belt-knife. Thick leather gloves, a second pair shoved in his belt at the small of his back. Rope around his shoulder, with a grappling hook in case it needed to be used to climb or descend something.

He sent his fair for first aid supplies, having them take a pack between the three of them. Cyprus was left in his basket, still asleep; with the door locked, he'd be more than safe in their quarters, and out of the way.

Prepared, he departed, and they met up with Caomh and Cask at the landing pad, as well as Ijo and Isk.

"Copper Class," he addressed his gathered wherlings still in his remaining tutelage, "The caverns at Crescent, part of them, have apparently caved in. A substantial portion are not safe; we will be ferrying injured people brought up by the other Handlers and people assisting them, so that they will not have to go the full length of the stable tunnel, and can turn around to return to where they're most needed. It is -very, very important-," Ijo stressed the latter, "For you NOT to venture into the unstable portion of the tunnels. Those who disobey, will be dealing with me after this is over. You are not full-fledged Wherhandlers yet, you are still my Wherlings, you are still my responsibility, and I will not see you hurt while under my care. We will be far more help, and it will be much safer for all of you and for your whers, to assist the recovery effort with Slate Class. Many of those whers are also still growing, and could use the support from your older partners."

With that, they betweened over with the help of a Watchdragon on standby, and Czervon went to assist Caomh and Der where the now-Betahandler thought it best to go. Ijo stayed with his Class, assisting in ferrying out rubble with Isk's powerful frame, and showing his class how to use the skids to haul both stone and people out with their bondeds.


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 Posted: Jan 27 2018, 12:41 AM
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She could hear voices behind them.

She could hear voices behind them

These were Crescent's main mineshafts, of course there would be Crafters, students, young Apprentices. Callum had mentioned this place once or twice, but she'd never been so she hadn't really thought. Just rushed in gleefully. It was supposed to just be a bit of digging. They'd wanted to bore the Candidates out of their mind, not crush their minds out of their bodies! You have to go she thought at Osk, and felt the wher balk beneath the pressure of her mind. She turned to the Candidates who had come with her and, while she could not see them, she reached out to place their hands firmly on Osk's harness, wrapping their fingers around it.

"Osk is going to take you out. You will not stop until you are in the open air, and you will not let go. You do what he says, you make it back alive. You too," she said to the Miner they had followed in, reaching for him with Osk's eyes and pushing him to the Bronze as well. "GO, go now," she urged, and turned on her heels to run back the way she had come. She dare not click lest the percussion cause some form of collapse: would it? She didn't even know. Instead she maintained her trot by running her fingertips across the wall. Nothing had happened in this tunnel...yet...

The thought wasn't even out of her head before she felt a shudder beneath her feet, felt the ground disappear, and felt herself thrown to the hard cavern floor. Suddenly she couldn't breathe. Her lungs were filled with dust that seemed to cut her throat. The sound had changed, the very air had changed, and she didn't need a click to know that the tunnel behind her was collapsed. There would be no getting back to Osk this way. At least not for some time. She reached a hand out in appreciation of the utter nothingness she felt in front of her, but she did not tarry. Instead she scrambled to her feet and continued forward--backward--deeper into the tunnel until she began to notice voids in the wall she was following.

New tunnels? Classrooms? She followed the echoing sounds of voices until she stumbled into a room full of tittering voices. One of them squeaked in surprise at her entrance, and she smiled. "Betahandler of Dalibor at your service, hopefully we'll be dug out quite soon. Oh, we're caved in by the way." She didn't introduce herself by name, yet she had to wonder if any of the people in the room knew her at a glance--knew her for other reasons. She could feel Osk scrambling towards the surface, could feel rage building in him that they'd been separated not only by duty, but now by stone, but that was for later.

"If you can give me your names, and maybe where we are, I can send the report." Osk wasn't waiting for those details. Not just Norla, Oreanda and teachers trapped too, not know how many yet the Bronze reported to his Alpha and any of the nearby whers who might be looking for a tunnel to start digging out.


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 Posted: Jan 27 2018, 01:08 AM
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I hear. We fix.

Desk rose from her spot curled up on Der's foot underneath his desk (the workspace, not the wher), giving herself a shake. Norsk call. Cave-in, Crescent mines. Need help.

There was a rasp of metal on stone as the greyhandler shoved his chair back, looking at Desk. There was a silent spate of information shared between them, catching the human up to date on the whole of the bronze's surprisingly unpanicked message. Is alpha. Good head. Young head, but good. She headed for the door. Czervosk call. Isk call him. Want help.

He frowned. "Now just hold your runnerbeasts, Desk, we can't have the entire wher contingent just run off to Crescent, even if it is an emergency. Tell Czervosk we'll be there in a bit." Turning to the hides on the desk, Der flipped through them rapidly, fumbling a bit in his haste. Ah, there it was. The patrol schedule for the night. A mix scheduled, as usual. "Pass on this message to me for our home whers..."

Desk reached out to the whers still at Dalibor. If on patrol tonight. Stay on patrol. Guard Weyr, Weyr land. Important. If not on patrol, get gear. Go to Crescent pad. No night off tonight.

Der nodded in satisfaction. Whatever else came of this night, there wouldn't be any threats breaking into the Weyr from handler negligence. Then he, too, scrambled to gear up and head to the Hold and its much-maligned mine. By the time he arrived, on the heels of Ijo's class, the mine and its surroundings were like a fair of flits 'round a dust wherry. He frowned, and sought out one of the miners. "We need a map, a map of the mine and its tunnels. And either a charcoal stick or a quill and ink." On cue, his black firelizard popped out of between, chirping. "Not you, Quill."

Acquiring the pieces he'd asked for, the betahandler spread it out, then started querying the handlers and whers inside the mines through Desk, trying to get a good picture of where the cave-ins were and where they knew people were trapped. Norla. Vessa. A late report from Osk indicated that his fellow betahandler was trapped with some others. Well, shards.

He started etching X's on the map wherever a known cave-in was, adding guesses of how many were trapped and where. "Ah... wherhandler..."

Der looked up. A dusty, disheveled miner was standing there, looking more than a little downtrodden. "Yes?"

"We got 'nother one. Here, 'roundabouts." His finger left a smudge on the map. "Think there's a half dozen were diggin' down there."

He grimaced. "I'll add it. Thanks." Shards, shells, and wherryshit. This just kept getting worse.

Pride-runner. If here from Bravo, go Osk. Ep-si-lon, go Vessk. Alpha, go Norsk. Delta, follow digger-man to other cave-in. Char-lee, split up, find nearest, help.


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 Posted: Jan 27 2018, 03:38 PM
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Cave in at Crescent?

Zel shivered at the thought. Darkness and tumbling rock, choking on dust and blood, screaming for help that never came, bones crushed until...'Stop.' Zelsk interrupted. The wherling blinked at her bonded, pacified by the cool blue of her eyes. She reached out and laid a hand on the copper's neck, swallowing the dryness sticking to her throat. "Sorry, love," she murmured, turning to face her clothing chest. "We'll leave in a moment. Been a while since I thought about that bad dream. Harpers can be quite descriptive when sharing news." And little kids were quite imaginative when it came to crafting monsters out of stories.

'You are afraid.'

"I'm human," Zel replied, smoothing the front of her new tunic. It only took a moment to change clothes. All she needed was to put on her boots and Zelsk's harness. She addressed the copper with a steady, assured gaze. "But part of my duty to my weyr, is to aid in its endeavors beyond these walls. Even if I am afraid."

Zelsk huffed but said nothing else. They were in agreement. Which meant that they were quick to the landing pad where Ijo taught the class to Between. Both were silent as their wherlingmaster addressed the wherlings that came to assist, ordering them to not tread into the unstable parts of the tunnels. They were to assist the younger wherling pairs move rubble and do what they could to keep safe. Zel nodded, stone-faced as she considered the consequences of ignoring orders. She wasn't a fool nor one to flout authority. If Ijo wished them to stay away from the crumbling portions of the tunnels, she would obey.

'Ready, SmartMine?'

With the aid of the watchdragon, they Betweened. One. Two. Three. Staying in the freezing nothing any longer than that risked them knowing nothing more. They stepped out onto the pad at Crescent, and immediately braced themselves for the work to come. Ijo and Isk showed the wherlings how to move rubble, and so, the copperpair did just that. Not quite full grown but larger than some adult whers of other colors, Zelsk was a capable aid. Relentless and restless. They would help. They would do more, carry more, push more...

Proof. Worth. Duty.

Handlers were trapped in the cave system below. They needed to do their part.

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 Posted: Jan 28 2018, 01:19 AM
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Taresk, Tarele, and others fine, about midway through tunnel, not as unstable here though some rockfall so far unknown further in could change very quickly, said Taresk his eyes looking wary unlike his usual self. Not wanting to take the chance of being one of the people in need of aid Tarele, Taresk, and those that were accompanying them decided to make a strategic retreat for now going back into the main cavern.

Tarele was concerned with the reports of the people that were trapped within the cave systems within Crescent Hold, he wasn’t sure what to do though seeing as the closest trapped person was Vessa and Vessk. He didn’t really recommend the Holdfolk that escorted him down into the caverns, though Tarele knew that he could use the help in finding his way to where the Greenhandler and wher was, and didn’t think it would be a good idea for the Candidates to go any further either.

Taresk and Tarele, Pridesecond of Charlie, will go aid Vessk and Vessa, said Taresk speaking for his handler before Tarele could say anything. Neither handler nor wher wanted to stay longer than needed though as both headed for the tunnel that the Epsilon Prideleader had gone down.

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 Posted: Jan 30 2018, 01:02 AM
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Desk’s voice jarred Yamask out of a fitful sleep, eyes already whirling a fiery orange as they turned to the still-slumbering Yamaruni. How OwnYam could sleep through such distressing news, the black could not be sure. Something had happened at Crescent, something bad. With a whine, he shuffled to his feet and plodded over to his handler, wedging his large head into the handler’s side. OwnYam, uuuup, Desk said so, BadThing at Crescent, he pleaded when he received a gentle shove at his snout.

I’m sure the other whers will handle it, beloved, Yama grumbled, having not slept well the day prior. He was in no mood to get up and about, but Yamask would not relent. It wasn’t long before a heavy weight was carefully crushing the air out of his lungs. With a forced sigh, he cracked an eye open to see his wher draped over him, wings framing his head. Yama pursed his lips. It wasn’t often Yamask flared his wings like this. Things must be really bad to call the whimpering puddle of sorrow to action. He sighed again before shuffling his arms out from under his bonded to give the black a generous push off of him. ”Fine, fine. I’m up. Let’s go figure out what’s going on at Crescent.”

It wasn’t long before he was fully dressed in his gear and fastening the loops and clasps of Yamask’s harness and fitting the goggles onto his wide and fearful eyes. It wasn’t often that they betweened, so it was understandable that the black would be nervous. But a calming hand snaked around his stocky neck, and warmth filled his mine. ”You’ll do just fine, darling,” cooed his rock, his foundation, and the wher’s mind was filled with the granite landing pad that was implanted into the both of their minds. ”Just focus, and we’ll be okay.”

They both took a deep breath.

One…

Two…

Three…


And then they both exhaled, hearts in their throats. After collecting himself, a grin broke out over Yama’s face and he slapped Yamask’s side affectionately. ”See? You did just fine.” But there wasn’t much time to be comforting to his own. There were others that needed help, and needed help badly. Jerking his head in a “follow me” motion to Yamask, the slender man jogged over to Der, peeking over his shoulder to see the scrawling of a map littered with circles and x’s. He didn’t get to look over it for long before Desk’s mindvoice was crawling through his mind again, giving orders. Yama nodded. Help. Rescue.

He was going to need all the help he could get.

Once the wherhandler pair got to the entrance of the mines, he prodded the mind of his other companion before whistling a short, high pitch. Within moments, a bright cyan flit, his dearest Emirise, betweened in front of him. ”My lovely, I have a very important job for you,” he instructed, for once his tone serious and not doting on her. She chirped in affirmation. ”I need you to help us find the fallen, okay? Now, I know your vision isn’t the best in the dark, even with all your time with us at night, but you’re good at hearing, and even better at leading. Particularly leading me. So if you find somebody, let me know. Okay?”

Another chirp of affirmation, and she was off into the mines, with her keeper and charge not far behind.

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 Posted: Feb 4 2018, 04:53 PM
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If on patrol tonight. Stay on patrol. Guard Weyr, Weyr land. Important. If not on patrol, get gear. Go to Crescent pad. No night off tonight.

It was a hard pill to swallow, knowing he would not be among those joining in the rescue efforts at Crescent. Still he knew the Betahandler was right, if they left their post at Dalibor there could be consequences. Sighing Rider continued along the patrol path with Ridesk at his side, the curious cyan not bothering to ask Hers any questions - she was too busy listening to the chatter amongst the whers of the Weyr and taking mental notes. There would be time for questions later.

”It will be fine you know.” Even as the words left his mouth he couldn’t help but feel a heavy sense of dread.

When she came to there was pain, so much pain. Her head, her arm, her chest, and weight as well. Laying there a surreal feeling settled over her as reality came into sharp focus. The weight? Rocks - lots of heavy rocks. Pain and throbbing in her head left her unable to marvel at her good fortune; really it was pure dumb luck she had not died. Groggy from the head injury she opened her eyes and looked around, her glowbasket was obscured by rocks and not offering enough light to see her surroundings well but at least she could see. That was something worth being thankful for. Norsk? Her mind voice was as weak as she felt but the bronze’s heart jumped in his chest when he felt her stir and reach out to him. Nor-la hurt, be still. Help come. Whers coming. Lots of rocks fall. Osk and His trapped, with lit-tles and tea-chers.

Rocks fall…. A cave-in, there had been a cave-in. Not just one but many and she was not the only one stuck. Osk… shards, Oreanda had been bringing candidates with her. Slowly but surely the reality of the situation was beginning to set in. Are the others safe? It was hard to concentrate but she was trying her best to remember everything. Which handlers had come tonight, how many people were in the tunnels, she’d talked to the miners in charge when she arrived. She felt so cut off from the rest of the world in that moment, a feeling she was all too familiar with growing up as she did. Norsk paced back and forth on the other side of the stone, Osk have candy-doots with, seem safe but trapped. Swisk have hatchlings, safe. Isk bring other hatchlings, safe. Vessk’s hurt but safe. Just need dig out. Find new tunnels and get out.

Norsk you need to lead the miner back the way we came and start clearing people from the tunnels when you find them.

No leave Nor-la.

I cannot go anywhere and no help will come if people are scattered and trapped all over. Despite the pain she was in she understood she was not the priority and the more people that could be led to safety the better. Vessk and Vessa were a tunnel or two over from us. Help clear them out and lead them back to safety. Find Oreanda and make sure she and the people with her are safe. Miners need to be moved if they are near unstable tunnels. Go.


Begrudgingly he snorted but turned to the man that had accompanied them down the tunnels. Nudging him with his head he turned the man around and began to lead the way back out. It was slow as the bronze paused every so often to listen to the rock around them but eventually they came out to the first crossroads. Looking down each of the tunnels he chose the one that had the strongest smell of whers, leading the man into the tunnel until they came upon Tarele and Taresk standing in front of the new stone wall the cave-in had created. Dig. Slow. People move rocks they can. Stay clear, if noises stop dig.

Hefting himself onto his hind legs Norsk used his sturdy tail to help balance himself as he grabbed a large rock in his jaws. Pushing gently off the unstable rock wall he landed with a heavy thud, grunting as he shouldered past the two men and the other wher in order to backtrack and drop the rock back on the ground in the cavernous crossroads. Miners had been mobilized with carts to help haul stones from the deeper areas of the tunnels to the entry where the wherlings and any candidates not trapped behind rubble could help haul it further. Soon the sound of pickaxes slamming into rocks to break them into more manageable sizes rang out - perhaps there was hope after all. The tedious work continued with the bronze working side by side with the brown and the men with them until half the wall was taken care of. Careful. Woman trapped near bottom of rocks. Vessk warned from her side of things as she watched the rocks being moved away. Vessa stood away from the wall as the handler, miner, and whers worked on it from the other side. All the while she kept a close eye on the trapped woman who had been with her - if their digging put her at more risk she’d send them away and figure something else out. Grunting Norsk acknowledged the green but continued helping the brown in their quest to free the trio. The sooner they were done here the sooner they’d be on their way to freeing Norla.

Meanwhile more dust and small rocks fell down upon the various miners and holdfolk who had been helping explore the tunnels, disorienting those who were not familiar with the deeper recesses of the mines. They too would need help - thankfully help was on the way. Emirise would come upon Tariv and Tarisk with their candidates before any others by following the twisting tunnels. Their glowbaskets would help the cyan find them in the darkness - surely Yamaruni and Yamask would be helpful in seeing them out safely. Edelan and Edesk had just made far enough down a tunnel that they were spared falling rocks… though now they would find the way back was blocked. Going forward was their only option unless they wanted to start digging - yelling from further along in the tunnels would lead them to a handful of crafters and holders; if they chose to follow after it. Those who had yet to mobilize into the tunnels would find a number of spots blocked off, digging would be necessary as would teamwork.

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 Posted: Feb 5 2018, 02:08 AM
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They had been called to Crescent to assist with the clearing of tunnels. Raelsk thought this much better than the lessons they'd had so far. Some practical knowledge was always good, he reasoned to Raela. The woman was still growing used to the idea that this was now her family and the Weyr was her home. Her loyalty was, of course, unwavering once it was gained and she felt a strength of bond to the Weyr, perhaps as a result of Raelsk's presence in her life. The Viridian certainly made his role in her life known on a regular basis. In this moment, however, Raela's as yet relatively untapped desire to prove herself had come to the forefront. They had come with Swithin to help.

Clear tunnels.
The Viridian seemed to snort his displeasure. They were only at the front and no doubt there were far more exciting things inside. He wanted to get in there and investigate. It was the first real time they had been outside of the Weyr and he was supposed to just sit back on the edges and dig?

Yes, we have to clear this for now. We have our orders.
Raela follow orders too much. It were damaging once before, perhaps not so good now. No, Raelsk would be best at investigation of course.
He prodded hard at a piece of rock and pulled it aside.
Raela know what 'Mine' is. Have shiny, interesting things inside. Doesn't Raela want adventure with Raelsk? Not curious at all?
Raela is curious but Raela also has her orders. She snapped back at the Viridian.

He snorted again and shook his mane-like neck.
This is torture, he hissed to Raela, pulling another rock aside, How can Raela do this to Raelsk. Make him sit here, pull rocks aside and not go in?
He swatted at a smaller rock, sending it flying. Swithin was the worst, Raela was unlikely to break rank and he knew this. Now that he had made her stay in the Weyr, she was keen to do everything she could to be considered one of them. Why could he not just take one small look?


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 Posted: Feb 6 2018, 12:18 AM
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Tarele and Taresk were joined by Norsk, considering the fact that his handler was one of the people trapped it wasn’t at all surprising that he was alone aside from a stranger though the fact that he had left was. Neither Tarele nor Taresk were going to question the large Bronze wher whether it was his decision or by command from Norla herself it wasn’t the time or place for them to have that conversation and the Pridesecond and his wher could use the help. Between a large Bronze, an average Brown, and picaxes they managed to clear away a sizable amount of the rock that came down in the cave-in.

Taresk, Tarele, Norsk, and others will try best, replied Taresk to Vessk on the other side of the rockfall taking as much care as he reasonably could under the circumstances. Taresk couldn’t slow down too much to take a more cautious approach seeing as the tunnels were still unstable and there were many other people that were needing rescuing including the Alphahandler. The rock removal was going well as well, with carts being brought in to expedite their removal for wherlings and Candidates to deal with in a more secure location.


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 Posted: Feb 6 2018, 07:09 PM
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Rocks! Tarisk had cried, pushing her handler out of the way and lashing her tail to keep the candidates at bay. The sound rumbled through the cavern and through the soles of Tariv's boots, but otherwise they had been safe. A very, very lucky thing. Apparently the slide that had covered Norla was not the only fall that had occurred in the caverns of this mine. The wher turned gray eyes on her party, then quickly began leading the way out. Tariv noted the rubble almost immediately past the cavern they had been in and a chill ran through him.

Once they had deposited their candidates into the care of Oreanda, they returned, weaving past other handlers and miners, some hauling rocks, others carrying the wounded. Tarisk was not optimal for either, but she would work none the less. They arrived at "their" rock slide, both carefully examining the crumbling pile.

Others on other side, Tarisk replied, hearing the sound of another Handler and some trapped folk. This caused Tariv to frown deeply. His keen eye swept over the pile of rock until he found what would be the "keystone" of one pile.

"This one?" he asked his Wher, getting a chirrup in response. He strapped Tarisk's harness to it, and with both of them tugging, they managed to get one part of the thick wall of rock to come tumbling down.


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 Posted: Feb 25 2018, 12:52 PM
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Maximilian was sitting in the mess hall, enjoying a meal during his off shift from the mines... he would be back there in another couple hours, swapping with miners who he had relieved a few hours ago. Standing at only about 4'5", his normal-length torso allowed him to reach the top of the table, though his short arms sometimes made reaching condiments set on the middle of the table a bit of a struggle. Maximilian had never grown normally since mid-childhood, and the 25-Turn-old man had come to adapt to his short arms and legs, and the social stigma that came with it, working his way into the Miner Hall and eventually walking the tables, his strength and his mind not affected by his condition, merely his reach, which didn't matter as much in the tight quarters of a mine.

Suddenly, a panting Apprentice came rushing into the dining hall, talking about a collapse in the mine, saying they needed any hands available for the rescue effort for some people and whers trapped by the rock fall. Max immediately dropped his fork and jumped off his seat, heading towards his quarters to grab his medical satchel... with his small size, he had found he was quite adept at fitting into much smaller spaces than full-size miners, and this gave him the ability to reach and assist people trapped in cave-ins quickly while his normal-height companions continued to clear enough space to extract them. Therefore, Maximilian had decided to work with some of the Healers and get some basic first-aid training, so that he could help at least stabilize and treat the worse injuries a mine collapse victim might be dealing with when he was the first one to reach them.

Moving as fast as his short legs would carry him, Maximilian ran to the opening of the active mine, finding another Journeyman Miner and a man he didn't recognize poring over hastily-sketched maps. A hasty introduction had him find the unfamiliar man was Der, a greyhandler from Dalibor, and after getting an update on the situation and checking the map, Maximilian decided he would be most useful reaching and helping deal with any potential injuries in the northeast section of the tunnels where Oreanda and Osk were trapped along with many Daliborean Candidates and other miners, as there were no direct paths to the one verified trapped person he knew of, so he would let his fellow miners clear a more direct path before heading to help there.

Grabbing a pickaxe and a sledgehammer, the heavy tools handled with ease by the much shorter man, he entered the tunnels proper, and soon came upon Yamaruni and Yamask. "Hey, there, I'm Max, Journeyman Miner. I'm heading to help clear out the blockage where one of your guys' bronzehandlers is trapped along with a bunch of your Candidates and miners. If you want to give me a hand, it would be appreciated." Not waiting to see if the blackhandler followed or not, Maximilian continued on down the tunnels, glowbasket leading the way, until he reached the collapsed tunnel between Oreanda and freedom. Setting down his glowbasket, he cupped his hands and spoke forcefully, but not loudly, directing his voice through the blockage while avoiding creating a large amount of sound that could possibly cause further collapse, and said, "This is Maximilian, a Miner, I'm going to start clearing this rubble to get to you guys. Is anyone trapped in the rocks that I need to watch out for?" Whatever reply he got, he would unlimber his pickaxe after setting down his glowbasket and start chipping away, attempting to clear a space big enough for his small body to slip through.

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By luck, Osk had managed to get the majority of the Candidates back out, quick thinking on his Handler's part, though he would have been happier if she had come as well. Now she was trapped, and they were separated not unlike Norsk from his Norla. Osk looked briefly at those milling outside before diving back into the cavern and following on the heels of Max the Miner, or rather, towering over him in an ever-presence worrisome sort of way.

"No one is in the rubble, Max," Anda shouted back at the man before she made good on her word and stepped away from the collapse lest it scatter when it came down. She returned to the milling Crafters and those Candidates who had been trapped with her, doing her best to keep them calm. Though most of them, miners by trade, were probably less rattled than she was. At the very least, she had no sense of claustrophobia, being unable to see did have its upsides at some moments.

I am hers, show Osk where dig, where move rock, the Bronze knew the man had called another Handler after him, but two sets of claws were better than one, and the runner-sized wher was capable of moving more than his weight in stone. No miner am I, not know where start, but am smart, smart for a wher, teach and I will learn, Max of Minercraft. Teach Osk so I find my Oreanda His talons dug into the floor but he did not reach out for the collapse yet. Ijo had taught them to be cautious, and now was a time for caution, not brute strength.


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Yamaruni shuffled quickly beside Yamask, the Black acting as eyes when his glowbasket failed his own. It felt like ages since they had entered the caverns, but it couldn’t have been too long. Could it? No, of course not. But where oh where was his dearest Emirise? The Cyan no doubt was having issues seeing in the dark, right? Despite holding himself with confidence, he was nervous, nervous beyond belief. There were cave-ins, with wher handlers and whers separated, injured, possibly dead? And this was only the beginning. What if the entire cave collapsed on them? What if-

No. He shook his head forcefully, as if to physically rid his head of those thoughts. There was only enough room in this team for one moper, and that position is thoroughly occupied. There was no time to be moping and worrying, anyways. Even Yamask was holding himself up, in such bleak times. People needed their help, not their pity, shard it all!

As if on cue, a familiar form danced on the still air towards them as Emirise called in urgency. Flashes of vibrant green and smaller shapes swarmed his vision. A moment of brain-wracking reminded him that it was Tariv, one of the handlers from the Bravo pride. And they had Candidates? Or smaller holdfolk? It didn’t matter. When the Cyan came close enough to land on an outstretched arm, Yama cupped her wedge of a head in his hand and kissed her. ”Thank you for this very important information, dearest. Lead the way.”

Before they could follow after a quickly-alighted Cyan, a voice cracked the silence. Yamaruni whipped around, attempting to find the source of the intrusion, but only thought to look down when Yamask physically whined, but mentally shrieked, CHILDMAN. YAMASK, CHILDMAN. Childman should NOT be in Mines, CHILDMAN GET SMUSHED! Trying to keep his wince to a minimum and patting his wher firmly on the snout to physically shush him, he turned his attention to the… man? in front of him. He certainly was smaller than most, but he seemed to know the lay of the mines better than them. Said his name was Max, and was going to help a bronzehandler. Well, that could only be Norsk or Osk, one of the two higher ups. And weren’t they both trapped? This was more dangerous than they thought. Before he could get a word in edgewise, however, the small man was off again. And Emirise began to follow. A questioning look only received the images from before. So they were going the same way. Fantastic.

Even more fantastic was the hulking bronze that followed after the miner. Osk, no doubt about it. That meant it was Oreanda this way. The blackpair stared in awe-stained fear, before collecting themselves and pursuing the two.

They followed quickly, listening and feeling the rocks quake and shift around them, until the troop came upon their charge. Who was… startlingly absent of little ones. He waved a hand in the general direction of the green handler in greeting. ”Hail and well met!” he said. ”I’ve been sent by Der and Desk to rescue folks. Now, my Emirise here had noted that you had little ones, but she was either wrong or they have disappeared into the darkness, hopefully to safety.” He lifted his glowbasket, surveying the damage. Max was already talking to whomever was on the other side of the wreckage, while the greenhandler and his wher were starting to pull rocks away, slowly but diligently. Osk stood at the ready, prepared to help. ”I’m Yamaruni, by the way. And this bundle of joy is Yamask.” He patted the side of his wher warmly. Was it a comfort for his wher, or himself? ”If you’d like, we can pull apart this wreckage with you, although we were put on rescue duty, and there’s already two whers that seem much more capable than my lovable little puddle at this whole moving-rocks-out-of-a-cave-in thing. So if would not mind, we’d like to stick around and help clear stray rubble out of the way and rescue whoever is caught behind here and you guys can keep helping people at least not be trapped. Sound good?” He grinned, though a sharp eye would note the hints of distress etched in worry lines across his forehead. As if to prove the point, he saddled up Yamask with the recently-dislodged stone and worked to move it away from working feet, close to the wall a handful of paces away.

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Max was a bit startled by the appearance of the massive bronze wher... while he'd encountered his share of whers in the Minerhall, and even met a few kings, it was still always a bit startling when something that massive came out of the darkness at full speed in your direction, unhindered by the lack of light. It was a bit disconcerting having the towering creature tailing him all the way to the rubble, but he didn't let his discomfort show outwardly. He was so focused on both the trapped people and the presence of the bronze both physically and mentally, he didn't even notice another Dalibor handlerpair was already at the rockfall until he had already started planning how to best utilize the whers and get to the trapped people as quickly as possible without causing a further collapse in the already unstable area... if their section of the mine didn't open up somewhere else down the line, they could very well be using up a limited supply of air, especially if there were a number of panicking people trapped back there, so time was of the essence.

Finally deciding on a plan of action, he turned to Osk and told him, "All right, Osk was it? I need you to head back to the entrance and start dragging bracing timbers down here... the roof is clearly unstable, and we need to get some additional support so we can clear the rest of the rubble without more coming loose, and you're the biggest one here, so you'll get them here the fastest." Turning towards Tariv and Tarisk, the Miner said, "Sorry, I somehow totally missed you... until we get this section braced better, I'm going to have you and," turning and waving an arm to encompass Yamaruni and Yamask, "You help me clear a tunnel in this collapse large enough for me to fit through, so we can get fresh air circulating and I can see if there are any major injuries I can stabilize before we start bracing on both sides in order to open this up all the way and get everyone out safely." Looking the two handlers over carefully, he then continued, "I don't see Miner's knots on either of you, so only touch the rocks I tell you to... this whole areas is unstable, and pulling out, or even leaning wrong on, the wrong stone could cause a chain reaction and collapse this whole tunnel on us at worst, or at best fill up what space we clear and make us have to start over again." Max didn't like to be rude, but he also knew time was precious and that this was very important, so he just didn't have the luxury of mincing words.

Once everyone was at their tasks, Max grabbed his pickaxe and started chipping away at carefully-chosen stones, pointing out where the handlers and their whers could pull one loose once he had broken a piece off a larger chunk, or loosened a stone with his pickaxe. As Osk brought back bracing timbers, he had all the men and whers help him erect the square pillars of lumber into position, using his sledgehammer to wedge them firmly into place. Soon, he had cleared out a small tunnel in the rock, and he could see glowlight coming from the other side. Doffing his shirt, he pulled a small sealed jar out of his satchel and opened it, revealing it to be lard. His torso was small, his arms short, but when he removed his shirt it was evident that the life in the Minerhall had made his muscles lean and toned, and he slathered the lard over his arms and torso as he chuckled and said, "Time to show you why my nickname is 'Tunnelsnake'." Finally finishing the job, he resealed the jar and put it back in his satchel, then held the bundle in his teeth as he turned to climb head-first into the hole he had cleared... while it was much too small for a normal man, he could just barely fit, the lard helping lubricate his passage as he twisted and squirmed his way through the rockfall and out the other side. Smiling up at Oreanda, he asked, "Does anyone need immediate medical care? I know the basics, and can get someone stabilized until we can clear the rest of the rockfall. If not, I'm going to start getting bracing timbers through to this side so we can start getting this cleared out and you guys out of here." If Oreanda directed him to people needing help, he would start doing basic triage to stabilize anyone injured before calling back through the hole he opened in the rubble and having the men and whers on the other side start sliding bracing timbers through so that he and the Miners trapped on the far side could start bracing the roof on the other side of the collapse.

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Burl had been sitting at one of the tables in the Crescent mess hall reading a set of mining charts that had been brought to him. The man was looking them over for new tunnels that were created since his last foray in working here fulltime. Since the day that Busk had chosen him from the stands almost a decade ago, he'd dedicated the majority of his time to tending the wanna-be king and help protect his new home.

Burl! Busk told there is a cave-in at mine. All whers must come and help dig out Alpha-handler and Beta-handler. They trapped with other miners and Candy-doots. the White quickly informed His, eager to go get started. We go, rescue leaders. Then we be looked at good for leading when Pride is leaderless again.

Not sure they'll look at it that way, friend. But yeah, we need to go do something. Except standing up brought up the fact that Burl was still not entirely recovered from his encounter with a giant snake last winter. The thing had almost killed him in its embrace; as it was he still needed a cane some days to help walk about for longer than a candlemark.

Burl not worry about moving rocks. Leave digging to Busk. Will make dirt and rock disappear in short order. Burl just look walls over, see where timbers need to go to make sure rocks not fall on Burl, Busk. Satisfied with this plan, the wher lead the way to the mines.

Eventually the two came down to the tunnels where Norsk was at. Burl, Busk here now, the little wher told the much larger Bronze as he proudly marched up to him. Tell Busk where to dig, and he make sure dirt and rocks be gone. Burl tell Norsk where good places to put timbers be, to keep more rocks from falling on whers and humans.

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Osk stared down at the man as he spoke, and then turned without a word and disappeared back up the tunnel. Oreanda could feel him go in the way you felt a blanket draw away from you on a cool morning. The world was just less warm with the distance. She was still doing her best to keep any remaining Candidates calm, and also listening to the Crafters who, much to her amusement, seemed completely fine. In fact many of them had gone to inspect the collapse for themselves just to make sure the man--Max--on the other side wasn't apt to get them murdered. "Bracing timbers..."they were whispering among themselves and then started ransacking the room. Anda heard scraping and simply moved out of the way as they began using the metal teaching tables in the room stacked end on end to brace the ceiling above on their side of the collapse. At least that was what her clicks told her.

Clever Crafters.

Osk was a brute of a creature, but he wasn't illogical. His mother bred weird smartness into his bones and he didn't go tearing back up the tunnel like a creature of nightmares. He did, however, begin barking orders when he got outside. Bracing timbers, need now. Show me, show Osk these timbers. It took several men a few long moments to drag the first one over. Osk rolled it with his snout, then ordered the men with him and led the way to the pile himself. Tie four to harness now, tie now the men had begun to protest, but Osk brooked no argument, stepping over the straps they tied to the wood so they ran between his feet where he could control them as he dragged them down the long corridor.

He didn't pause for one moment until he pulled them a short distance from where Max was and waited for someone to untie them so he could help leverage them into place against his broad shoulders. A distance away through thick stone, Anda reached out at his return to feel that fiery love. Osk only retreated again once the timbers were in place, knowing this was a time for smaller creatures--which was truer than he realized when the small man began squirming through the hole created in the stone. Osk was so confused he didn't even manage to get an image to Anda before Max was gone, which left the woman quite started when a voice called out from somewhere near the floor. She approached the man, clicking softly to be certain, but couldn't help but reach down to feel his hair--just in case he wasn't real.

"Sorry," she said softly, and then quickly said "No one was injured at all, this side stayed relatively intact, I believe. I think the Crafters used the tables to brace, but I imagine they would approve of...timber you said? They heard you talking, you'll have to see for yourself at any rate because I cannot." The Betahandler stood up and stepped aside so he could, in fact, see in what was probably the fairly dim glowlight at this point. Not to mention meet his fellow Crafters and discuss what to do from this side.


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Kaizre knew as soon as they got the call that they had to go. It didn't matter that Isk said it was optional; people were hurt. Perhaps badly. How could he sit by and do nothing? This was exactly the reason why he had signed up for the wher program in the first place: to help others. Well, not exactly this...cave-ins were not exactly common back at Benden Weyr. But none of that mattered when lives were at stake. So, the boy pulled on a thick coat and gloves before helping Kaisk into her harness. There was not a moment to waste.

Although she hadn't said a word, Kai could tell his orange was displeased. Kaisk didn't give a wherry's feather about the strangers trapped at Crescent; a small part of her would even be pleased to learn that the Alphahandler and one of the Betahandlers were trapped. That would never happen to her. Obviously their entrapment proved their incompetence and they deserved to be stripped of their rank if they made it out alive. Perhaps their successors would prove to be more intelligent and capable than them...like herself, for example.

Speaking of intelligence, Ijo's warning to not enter the unstable portion of the tunnels was met with a huff from Kaisk. 'What, he think we have wherry-brains?' she complained privately to her handler. 'Kaisk not stupid.' The orange wherling held back a sigh. 'No. He's just showing that he cares.' Ijo's concern was duly noted and taken to heart by the time the orange pair arrived at Crescent. Sheesh. What a mess. Welp, it was time to get to work. For all her complaints, Kaisk was a capable worker and the rubble began to diminish under her searing gaze. She had to show her younger compatriots a thing or two after all.

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Ruoban had never minded hard work. There was something about putting all your blood, sweat, and tears into something and seeing the finished product shine that was just so...satisfying. And so, here he was, working alongside a Crescent holdfolk with his wher at his side. Maybe it was just him, but something about "exploring the unknown" brought back memories of the Grove expedition. There were bad memories, yes, but good memories too. Still, the expedition wasn't exactly the best comparison to bring up, so he kept it to himself. Hopefully today's work would turn out to be just as boring as it was expected to be.

Throughout their journey, the man kept up a steady stream of conversation with his new friend. The woman wasn't a miner, so hearing her reasons for volunteering was of special interest to the handler. He had just started to ask her about her family when Ruosk paused. She felt it, in her bones, danger, but it was Norsk's voice that brought clarity to the situation. 'Not good. More may fall.' Ruoban bit his lip. "Should we-" He cut himself off as communication between the whers started up again. Then- "Vessk. Vessa?" All thoughts of rescuing Norla vanished from his mind as soon as news of his prideleader was brought to his attention. Shards. Why was she always finding herself in these situations? "Ruosk." 'Ruosk knows.' They now had a destination and a holdfolk to save. Sorry Norla. There were others on their way to the Alphahandler's location, but he still couldn't help but feel awful.

"Hope you're in for the ride, Jaze. If not, I won't blame you though." He directed the comment at the holdfolk accompanying him, who gave a sharp nod in reply. "Fantastic. Ruosk?" The cyan's eyes narrowed in concentration as she sent her message to Desk and the other whers. 'Eps-ilon pridesecond on move.' To Vessk, the cyan sent a more personal message, thoughts of her friend on her mind. 'Ruosk and Ruoban on-way. No fear. Leaders need their seconds.' The only problem was finding their way there without falling prey to the cave-ins themselves. It took time, and effort, but with Ruosk's sharp hearing they found Busk and Norsk as well as several miners at work. 'Ruosk help too.'

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Inwardly, Yamaruni was so happy to have help from this little man. Despite his stature, he knew what was going on, and how to handle things as quickly and safely as possible… Well. Maybe not exactly safely, but he sure was efficient. It wasn’t long before he was given orders, and carefully hoisting rubble out of the way. Where the Miner pointed and directed, he pulled, and Yamask was quick to oblige in carrying the rocks off with his harness to declutter the surrounding area. It was difficult work, as he was not used to such heavy lifting in such a short amount of time, but time was of the essense, as Max was so sure to remind them.

It wasn’t long before a relatively small, but impressive hole was created in the rubble, and Osk returned with the timber necessary to brace the cave-in and prevent further collapse. Yamaruni darted forward and worked quickly to untie the timbers from the bronze’s hulking form. His fingers quaked, hands shaky both from exertion and from the adrenaline that was coursing through him. Every so often a quiet curse floated through the air as the rope slipped too forcefully across a palm or when dust or a splinter was shoved under a nail, but eventually it was done, and Yamask helped to support the taller man as he held beams in place for Max to affix together. By the time the entire ordeal was over and done with, the tall man hunched over, releasing a large huff of air and wiping sweat from his brow. ”All right, everything’s all set for you, Ma-“ he began, only to look up and see Max coating himself in… lard? Once again, before he could get a word in edge-wise, the Miner was off, squirming through the hole and out of sight.

He sighed again. This Max certainly was something else. He’d have to get his story sometime. With a small, almost-forced chuckle, he squatted down to peer through the hole that had been recently-vacated. From the dim glowlight on the other side, he could make out the shuffling of lots of feet. ”Just give us the okay to bring more of these bracers through, all right? Hate to see you go through all that trouble only to have the roof come down on ya.”

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