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 Posted: Sep 9 2017, 09:41 PM
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Follow the directions and go straight to the kitchens.

Ra’h watched the man with a slightly bored expression. Taking notes, he had a feeling it was archival work, mostly, and wondered if he would be the type to take care of that, in the future. Or well, would ‘Drakkon’ be the type to do such work. He hummed an acknowledgement when the Traditionalist spoke of them having no work for him. Understandable.

He paid attention as the man spoke, though menial tasks didn’t sound all that entertaining. But he wasn’t here to be entertained. Accepting the scrap, he nodded to the man and started to head into the hold. He considered, briefly, exploring the hold. But for now he kept onto the path. He hadn’t earned their trust enough to be wandering about.

Remembering the directions he was given, ‘Drakkon’ made his way to the kitchens and approached who he assumed to be the headwoman. After all she was the one directing things.
“I was sent here by a man outside.” The scrap of paper was offered to her after, hoping that maybe with a little elbow grease he could earn the right to walk among them without suspicion.


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 Posted: Sep 13 2017, 10:39 AM
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@Leo - LUFORD - Goes with the man

Oh

Oh

They'd offended him.

Well now he never would be her husband would he. Ashford hung her head and sniffled softly, keeping her arms wound with Lu's and pressing close for all the support the woman could give. "I'm sorry, sir," she whispered before falling silent. He obviously didn't like when they spoke, so she didn't bother with anymore of that. Hopefully Lu would figure out where they were, and hopefully this man delivered them to someone who did care about them.

That last person had seemed to care. Been interested in all the things she could do.

Her hands were feather-light on Luong's arm, upset though she obviously was, so as to not impede her friend's movement in any way as they were led off into the unknown.


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Report Jochem as a spy and offer to escort them where they are to go. (up to Zane to decide)

BE NOT SCARED. HULSK'S HAVE ALL UNDER CONTROL. NOT SMASH YOU.
Hulair wasn't sure what to think. Did he report this man as a spy and then try to find out where they kept prisoners or did he continue to let the man go. Would that arouse suspicion? The handler continued his questioning, sending messages to Hulsk as he did so. She relayed them to the man's dragon in her own way. As much as Hulair wanted to give his own voice to the wher, Hulsk struggled at times to remain focused. At least this was a bit easier for him and her, to just let her interpret his thoughts in a way.

HULSK'S HAVE PLAN. TELL PEOPLE YOURS SPY ON PEOPLE AND THEN TAKE TO SEE WHERE PRISONERS KEEP. OK? OK. HULSK'S SAY BAD MAN COME BACK NOW. NOT WORRY. HULSK SMASH PUNY BAD MAN IF HURT MINE OR YOURS.
The green settled slightly as she delivered her message, pleased that she could be a part of this little heroic adventure even if she couldn't be there to smash the punies herself.

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Tarele/Remigo (@Mopsy93) / M'teng/Samakyll Attempt to subdue both of them.

Well now. So not only was Second not needing his help, he was a grump about it. Then again, he had been warned a bit about that part of Second’s personality, so it didn’t come as a surprise to him. But what to do now?

The message from the Brownhandler was silently acknowledged via Szolath. Take both men down, and fast, was likely the best way to go here. He made a fast mental plan; Eferfal was closest to him, so he’d talcile him while his partner tackled Second.

Basic plan was to let Eferfal take the lead for a second, then grab him from behind. A combination of chokehold and covering the mouth and nose should work to knock the man unconscious fast. If possible, the Blackrider would knock the sword sitting against the wall down, so it wouldn’t be as convenient to grab from where Second stood. And, at some point of course, close the door so that any passerbies didn’t witness the fight and summon backup. Piece of cake.

Of course, how much of that plan would actually go down the way he wanted it to in the next few minutes remained to be seen. As the saying went, the best laid plans of ‘snakes and men....
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 Posted: Sep 27 2017, 02:16 PM
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X’ror/Deehujo - Try to make up a story to deceive her.

X’ror came up short, biting back a curse as he nearly collided with the young woman. Just the action of regaining his balance sent a lance of pain through his cheek, and he knew before her mouth had even opened that there would be no ignoring the wound. He hardly had time to think about what his response would be before it came tumbling out of his mouth.

“Thank Faranth, I couldn’t find, couldn’t find anyone, there’s been trouble, I’ve got to… we have to let First know. Please, help me to find First, before it’s too late!”

It was a stab in the dark but he could see no other option. He had personally dealt with Third. It stood to reason that there must be a First, perhaps even that they would be the ultimate authority among the Traditionalists. If nothing else, perhaps it would give him one more snippet of information to pass along before the worst happened.
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Ren/Jochem - Stage Three
Suggestion: Jochem is reported as a spy.

Ren nodded to Hulair when he entered, saying nothing until the other man had left the room. Once he was out of sight, Ren feigned concern. "Not much to be said, sir." There was a twinkle of mischief in the woman's eyes, reserved for Hulair, and Hulair alone. The Guard that the handler pretended to be was, in all likelihood, meant to give Jochem hell. "Take me sir, ifn' that's yer wish." Again Ren nodded to Hulair, the mind voice of the mans green booming into her head. The man that Ren was presently pretending to be would, indeed, be found guilty. She was not afraid.

I am with you Mine. I know you requested I be, mostly, silent-but I worry. Just before the "bad man" came back, Ren bespoke her dragon. Oh come now Gabranth, since when have we ever shied away from danger? I'll be fine, and so will you. Dalibor's weyrlingmaster trusted the greenhandler who was, for the duration, her partner.

Therefore, when the man returned, Jochem straightened up. Hands folded in front of him, the man declared: "It would seem we have a problem..." Producing perfect speech, Ren met the gaze of the traditionalist. There was defiance in Jochem's eyes. He would be taken away, though to where he knew not.

Ren was looking forward to going deeper into traditionalist territory. Was there, perhaps, someone being held captive that she and Hulair could rescue? I appreciate your service, dearheart, she thought to the greenhandlers wher. Hulsk may not have heard her, but it was worth a try.

They were in this together, Gabranth, Hulsk, Hulair, and she. They were serving their Weyr well by being here. Shards, they may have very well been serving all of Pern. Ren did not regret her choice to come here, no matter the outcome. She could handle a bit of confrontation, physical or otherwise. She was prepared.

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Their attack took both of the room’s occupants by surprise; Eferfal was no challenge at all, getting caught in M’teng’s chokehold and slowly wilting, going red and eventually passing out without air.

Second, on the other hand, proved to be more of a challenge, lunging for his sword and only barely failing to get to it before he was cut off. Bellowing, he put up quite the fight, eventually being subdued by rider and handler. However, the sound of footsteps tells the tale that they didn’t have quite the quiet apprehending of their target that they’d been hoping for.

Taresk. Go to your handler, if Tarele has a clear enough image to send you. Share it with Liask. He will take S’vor and his handler as your backup. Subdue whoever arrives and escape with your captive!

At Dalibor, Liamaedra grinned and grabbed hold of the greenrider. “C’mon, you’re with me and the big guy there. Let’s show them who’s boss!”

By the time they arrive, there are four guards on the scene. Progress as you please.


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With Stathis as an escort plus the traditionalist who had set him to do the interrogation, Ren was half-walked, half-dragged into the hold and up the first set of stairs they came to, hurrying down a hallway until their traditionalist not-actually-a-friend knocked on one of the doors. “Sir! An urgent matter needs your attention!”

The door opened, admitting them into the room. The traditionalist accompanying the undercover pair stepped forward. “First, sir. We believe this man to be a spy. We don’t know who sent him, yet.”

First, it seemed, was a man - big, broad, and muscular, with a serious face. He was flanked by two guards, with a third at the door - and the one at the door had a wher, a burly old blue, that growled at the pair that entered.

“A spy, eh?” He rose from his seat behind his desk, circling it to halt in front of Ren. “Who sent you?” he demanded, then backhanded her across the face. “Talk, or it will be worse for you.”

Like the man was some kind of prophet, it promptly got worse - but for both of them, because the wher suddenly spoke up. Newpeople here have someones. Own someones, like Rigesk’s have Rigesk.

“By Faranth, you’re both spies!” he roared loudly enough to be heard even in the hall outside the room, quick to jump to conclusions. “We’ll have your heads!”

X’ror’s new friend fell hook, line, and sinker for his ploy. “Oh goodness, oh dear, oh dear - come with me! Hurry!” She grabbed his arm and started running with him in the right direction. Somewhere ahead of them, there was the bellowed accusation that spelled terrible danger for the two it was thrown at. Talk about having all the reasons in the world to get where you were going.

The headwoman had been quick to delegate an inventory-checking task on the newly arrived 'scribe', just to have one less task on her plate. Still, it was a task destined to not get done by the one it was given to, as the voice of the junior weyrwoman's copper dipped into the greenrider's mind gently. Ra'h. Jali requests that as soon as you are alone, drop everything and make your way upstairs to this location. She provided the image of the hallway and the correct room. Time is of the essence. First is there, with guards, and two of ours, and it is not good. They need assistance now.

Oreanda. Zasime. Laanasuth yet again skipped over contacting just their bondeds to pass the message along and touched the two human minds, along with the dragon and wher connected to them. She might have preferred limiting how many people she spoke to in the general come and go of life, but this was important and every second counted. No delays, no chances that the message got warped passing it on.

Jali says we need you to cause a distraction. A big, noisy distraction. We have several people converging on their leader and we need to reduce how many people are in that area. She paused for the barest moment, picking what she needed from her rider's mind. Feel free to call on any backup you may feel is necessary, including Tamath and Osk. If it looks like you might be taken prisoner, get out. Your lives are more important than a perfect success.

In First’s room: First plus three guards, one wher, one holdfolk. Accompanying X’ror: one holdfolk. Kitchen: Several holdfolk, but no guards (aka combat-trained people). There are several other guards throughout the base. Progress as you please.
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 Posted: Oct 11 2017, 10:38 PM
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Eferfal was easy enough for M’teng to handle on his own, though Tarele only barely was able to cut off Second’s route to his sword on his own though Tarele knew that this might’ve been a problem when the capture began. Even with he and M’teng tag-teaming the Second capturing Second wasn’t without a significant amount of commotion which would alert anyone nearby to the room that they were in right now. Tarele had prepared for this possibility and had geared up Taresk as best he could for close quarters combat clearing as much room as he could for the in-coming mid-sized Brown and giving the Brown as clear of an image as he could considering the circumstances.

Four Guards barged in moments before Taresk, as well as S’vor and another wher plus handler, came in through between along with four of Tarele’s firelizards, Nirvan having decided to cooperate for once, with the improvised armor made by Barstel. Tarele didn’t think that the four of them would be much of a help in a fight but beggars can’t be choosers and Barstel’s workmanship was okay at worst once he finalized his work. Considering the situation Taresk was angry in a way that Tarele only saw twice before, once when dealing with Risk and the other time during the Palefolk siege of Crescent, getting ready to charge as Tarele took his position beside his wher.

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R’ah was fine being handed a paltry task. It might allow him to wander more. If he got their trust doing inventory, who knew where it could lead? But it seems inventory was not something he would end up doing. The copper’s voice spilt into his skull and he felt his breath catch. It was likely there was trouble. He memorized the image she sent him and as quickly as he could, broke away from the inventory room to hit the halls.

The problem was just finding the correct hall. But Ra’h had understood how urgent it was. Swift feet carried him down one of the larger hallways, peering at each branch he passed. He tried his best to make it seem like he was lost. Including the occasional pause and peer down one halloway or another. His pulse was like thunder beneath his skin, his heart near skipping beats with the anxiety he was feeling. He took a breath to steady himself but instead it just made him feel worse.

He was not a slight man, or one who could wander about without attracting attention. He was large, broad of shoulder and heavy set. He would draw eyes with his wide hair and build. Even with what thread scarring there was on his body covered up, he was still a conspicuous individual.

Thankfully his search did not take all that long. He quickly heard the commotion as he approached the hall way and his steps quickened with urgent need. He wasn’t much of a fighter, in terms of personality. But by Faranth he was going to fight now!


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Overall their attack went well, M’teng supposed. His first target went down quickly, as he expected, given the man’s lack of fighting skills. Second, on the other hand, was much harder to subdue. The Blackrider and the Brownhandler managed it, but the target yelled out, drawing attention to the fight. Unfortunately.

All it ultimately meant was going to the Weyrwoman’s Plan B, which was sending in some needed reinforcements. While Tarele coordinated the new arrivals from the Weyr, M’teng dragged poor Eferal away over to where Second lay unconscious. No need for the man to be damaged in the upcoming fight, at least not until he told the Weyr everything he knew about this place.

While the Brown and an extra Ironhandler and a rider jumped into the room, five of M’teng’s flitters arrived seperately. Glancing at the newly-arrived Traditionalist guards, the Blackrider gave a mental order to his harem, sending his two Greens (one calm, one considerably more agitated), his fierce Red, and one of his calculating Cyans to attack the guards. Which they did happily, to protect Theirs from danger. They went after the guards’ faces and eyes, to help distract them from the assault from the Weyr’s fighters.

The other Cyan flitter stayed with M’teng as he set about tying up the two unconscious men, watching to warn him in case one of the guards somehow managed to reach him. In that case, the guard(s) would find himself running into a haymaker punch (or two), delivered by someone who swung a heavy hammer for a living. Otherwise, M’teng would concentrate on making sure the prisoners couldn’t escape the room. Because if that happened after everything sacrificed to capture these people, he was going to be peeved.

To put it mildly.

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X’ror fell into step easily with the serving woman, though he could feel his own pulse throbbing throughout his face with every step. It was no use now to hide his adrenaline—the shock of what had come before was now catching up with him a little. The bellow of a man somewhere ahead quickened his pace. All was coming to a head and there was no telling what lay there waiting. The Cyanrider had only a moment to process the chaos before a decision needed to be made. The ruse was up and there seemed little choice of pursuing it further.

With only a small noise of regret—for he did wish in that moment that it had not been a woman, even if she were a Traditionalist by choice—X’ror slowed for a half-pace, positioned himself behind the holdfolk that had led him here, and then put on on an extra burst of speed at the moment he thought she was coming to a stop. The momentum would carry both his hands into the small of her back, and he gave the hardest shove he could muster, propelling her directly into the path, perhaps even on top of, the Blue wher. Anything that slowed that creature down could only be a benefit.

Let it never be said that X’ror had an ounce of cowardice in him—with silent intent he let the momentum of this shove propel him forward and directly into the man he assumed to be the wher’s Handler. No doubt it would draw the ire of both the man and his deadly beast. With equally silent intent a little blue firelizard blinked out from between and flew at the wher’s eyes, darting about with the clear intent of trying to enrage and blind the creature. As he closed to grapple with the Handler, a second helper unsecreted itself from a gap in X’ror’s shirt—a tunnelsnake, filled with hatred for the thing that had jostled his beloved perch. It let out a hiss, likely lost in the roar of combat, before attempting to sink its teeth into the nearest part of X’ror’s target. This time X’ror was willing to pull his blade, if the opportune space presented itself—they had been instructed not to kill if necessary, but the situation had begun to feel necessary. A misstep now might mean the death of everyone left within the Hold. He was damned if he thought a Traditionalist deserved life over his own fellow Riders.
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This was not the first time Laanasuth had addressed the infiltrators on the island, and there had been other dragons before her: Oreanda could even feel the buzz of Wherspeak as it slipped back and forth over her mind at a frequency too low for her to hear. Like Akke's mindvoice, though the dolphin's speech ran high and sharp like a VTOL's wings on water.

This was no normal speech, however. There was a dire need to it that set Anda's teeth on edge. It was time to act. She tried again to implore that the man let them go, but knew in her heart that he would not. Already he was on-edge, paranoid about their presence where they shouldn't have been. He gave her no choice. He could have been an innocent--for the Traditionalists that wasn't saying much--but part of Oreanda knew that it wasn't for her to pass judgement, yet she could not leave the others at risk.

It's like a fish

Osk pressed close in her mind, pouring over the things she felt. The strength of the man's large hand wrapped around her slender--so delicate--arm, the smell of fish on his breath as he pulled and cussed at her to be still and stop mucking about. He's just a fish she said again, her hands rifling into the depths of the modest skirt she wore and coming back with a long, parchment-thin and wickedly curved knife. It seemed more like rubber as it vibrated back and forth in the air. They used it...she used it...down on the docks to separate fish fillets from bone. It was nearly as long as those bones he seemed to be crushing.

Nearly.

Just a fish

She pressed close and drove it into his side, felt it skid across his ribs with an uncomfortably un-fishlike grind before she twisted her wrist and sent it neatly into the softness between that protective barrier and dug it upwards. One of his meaty hands collided with her face, she couldn't see it to prepare for it, and the shock of it might've killed her then if she wasn't so determined to get away and make a distraction. A shock of air expelled from around the knife, but she drove onward, he hit her again and then decided that crushing her was the only out he could fathom. His meaty fist barely fit along the length of her neck and suddenly she couldn't breath.

You're just a fish

The tip of the knife broke free and plunged into something that thudded against her fingertips and she twisted, separating everything that had come before and making a passage for a tide of gushing warmth that seemed to spray out in time with an unseen rhythm. It soaked her, his hand released, and she heard the thud of his body over the rushing in her ears. The ocean? No, Osk. Mad with rage but trapped a thousand leagues away or so it seemed. She pressed into his mind and sent him reassurances, but she could no longer voice them so easily. It was as if the man had stolen her voice with his fist, she tried to croak out the words to Lu--no--Zasime, but she could not.

Pod in lagoon, ready, Zasime and Oreo get out. Get out NOW. Show me where go and I kill, I kill everyone

Anda could feel the force of his rage. The attack had taken only seconds but seemed like forever, the Dolphineer-turned-Handler found herself signing quickly to Zasime as if she were dolphin herself, but she could wait no longer, she couldn't click. She couldn't see. Must get Oreanda to ocean or to safety, must get her to me, to me NOW The wher had reached out to the dolphins and even now they were causing a commotion in the harbor, tailwalking and backflipping. Squeaking and screaming and squealing.

It was a toss-up whether the Traditionalists would be entertained, or see a prime hunting opportunity. They had been given orders to leave if any boats approached them. Anda coughed, "Fire, wind," she raised her arms in mild entreaty. She was stained in great spurts of dark blood as if she'd been decorated for a festive occasion. "Me," all distractions. All available. The Dolphineer dropped her arms and started to stumble back the way they had come. She could have broadcast to all the dragons, but it was so important that things didn't get confused, it was so important they were all safe. She tucked the knife back into her skirts, hoping she wouldn't need to use it again, but keeping her hand close in case she was forced.

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So they knew he was a spy too now. Hulair immediately placed himself between the cult and the rider, drawing the blade he had been given. He took up a defensive stance initially before lunging and shoving the man that had accompanied them. His main profession had been to defend others and by Faranth that was what he was going to do. So Hulair knew their odds were short at this point but they had to do something. They had to do all that they could to capture the leader. He needed Hulsk.

It was a risk. It was such a risk given her forgetful nature but here went nothing. He sent her the most clear image he could, sending it into her mind with as much detail as possible, whilst he moved into as secure a position as he could possibly manage and then closed his eyes just a moment.
I need you to smash.
With a burst, he felt her move an almost frightening feeling of excitement. He felt the cold that she felt and the image sending back and forth between them.

Nothingness.

Had she?

Then with a roaring growl of wild rage, the green wher popped into existence right in front of him. Utter fury and Hulair felt the rage wash over him.
HULSK SMASH PUNY BLUE!
Then she rushed towards the blue wher, snarling as she lunged, aiming to knock him off balance and snap her jaws around his neck.

Hulair for his part stabbed and cut at those who tried to attack him. It had been a long time since he had done something quite like this and he loved it.

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S'vor arrived on the scene and summed up the situation quickly. Two down, and four to go.
There were three of them, and four guards? Well, this wasn't nearly as fun! Where were the great numbers of mighty foes to overcome? Well, he supposed he would have to be satisfied with just these four, even though there were two more to help out. The dire nature of the operation was of course not lost on the tall blond greenrider. Still, if S'vor liked one thing--besides what he was most well known for among the inhabitants of the Weyr!--it was a good fight. One might suffer grievous wounds, or even meet his end. S'vor was tactical and skilled enough--and for all his bravado, wary enough--that he would not risk his green's life; or his own life, for that matter.

The element of surprise was a good one. S'vor had stepped into the room casually, and then feigned surprise. He looked at the two men who were being tied up, and then narrowed his eyes at M'teng and Tarele.

"What do you two think you're doing? Guards, seize them!" His voice sounded quite convincing, and angry--at the two from his own Weyr, and not the guards. He drew drew his short sword, and made as if to rush M'teng. This would take him right between two of the four, if they were caught up enough in the confusion of who he was, and whose side he was on, not to react. He wore no knots, and would not be known to them. For all they knew, perhaps, he was one of them. That was the ruse. Yet as he came up quickly as if to rush between them to M'teng, he would stop abruptly, attempt to grab their heads, and smash them--hard!--together. A move that would certainly, if not knock them out entirely, cause them a great deal of pain and no short moment's pause.

S'vor was a big man, and their heads in his large hands would stand little chance, should he successfully grab the backs and use the element of surprise and strength to smash the two together. If he succeeded in his maneuver, he would quickly turn about to face whichever guards remained standing, sword drawn, an eager light of battle in his eyes.

Be careful. These men will not hesitate to dispatch of you and those others in a less than pleasant manner, I am sure.

Absinth's warning was heard, and S'vor sent back,

Of course!

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Luong's smile faltered as Laanasuth's words pressed into her mind with fierce intensity: Zasime. Her name. It sounded familiar but distant, like an echo from the past resurfacing in the present. The wingsecond blinked and turned her eyes on their large captor; they must be free. She was considering the delicate lenses of his eyeballs as her preferred target when Oreanda struck without warning. Zasime could only gape as knife met flesh and droplets of fresh blood stained the handler's once fine garments red. While the traditionalist tried to fight back, he was helpless beneath Oreo's adrenaline-fueled assault and it was over before she could so much as touch them. O-Oreanda? The other woman's name stuck in her throat. She knew that this was part of what handlers trained for - security from physical threats - but still...taking a life was not something that could be lightly done. Even if he deserved it.

Osk's voice reverberated like thunder through her skull and the blackrider had to grit her teeth to sort out the different thoughts in her head. 'Tamath.' The black was ready. He sent Osk the two women's location through Zasime's eyes. 'I am yours.' Zasime reached to grasp Oreanda's hand - the other hand. "Tamath is coming." In the meantime, she called out to her firelizards and set them loose with specific instructions to between at the first sign of danger. Sozi, Bamidele, and Adeyemi fluttered once about her head before making their way to the nearest traditionalists. They were ready to annoy anyone who got in their way with much squawking and flapping of wings.

From above came a glimpse of twilight; Tamath. He cast about for something flammable to set alight before returning them back to the safety of the Weyr. Fire was a very good distraction indeed for it could feed itself when the conditions were right. He just had to be careful not to endanger his fellows from Dalibor in the process.

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 Posted: Dec 18 2017, 12:20 AM
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Everything seems to move very quickly for everyone after that. A few heartbeats, a couple of shouts, the smell of smoke and the distant scream of dragons, whers, and....dolphins? After the first four guards are taken care of by Tarele (@Mopsy93), M'teng (@Tigersilk), and S'vor (@Ruriko), they are free to start moving through the complex being the eyes and ears for incoming Wherhandlers and Riders. Those who are violent or aggressive are detained and restrained for futher processing (there are those who will die for their cause on this day), and those who are not are grouped together with those Daliboreans who are more capable politically than those primed for war and conflict.

The fires spread outside, and while Oreanda is forced to control the boiling rage of her wher, she and Zasime (@Leo) are soon charged with putting out the fires they set alongside the women and children of the camp as they are joined and help in the processing of those on the outside. Everyone is sorted by temperament, and the realization slowly grows that acclimating these Traditionalists to society will be a long and lengthy process. Some Daliboreans may question whether or not any of these people should be allowed to live, and some will be eager to help show them why their ideals were so wrong and how things can be better when things are so different.

The scuffle in First's room is quick. There is little melodrama, but plenty of death. The serving woman leading X'ror is little more than an afterthought beneath Hulsk's (@Boo) attack, she was certainly in the wrong place at the wrong time shoved neatly between the two whers just in time for the Green to knock them both down and bury her snout in the Blue's neck. The woman dies quickly, dismembered between too many pointed legs, the Blue far more slowly, the shimmer beneath the facets of his eyes fizzling out as warm ichor spreads. There's almost no time for anyone to take notice. X'ror (@Tobes) is forced to deal with the Blue's Handler, as Hulair was there to defend the Rider's flank from the second guard.

Neither of them had to worry about the last guard, Ra'h (@Blot) had come in near silence and dispatched the third--unconscious or dead remained to be seen. Ren (@Zane) only needed that small window of distraction to throw herself bodily into First's abdomen, take the wind from his lungs, and topple him at the knees. A quick and easy capture, though he might not have been conscious by the time X'ror and Hulair come to her aid. The First can be a real piece of work. Any further attack expected by the three of you is dismissed a few moments later when more Daliboreans pour in to lend support and gather up those necessary for capture and interrogation.

It was over. Contact between whers and handlers, dragons and riders quickly confirmed that. The First and those closest to him would be extracted to the Weyr. The most violent and aggressive would be kept under guard, and the rest? Some would volunteer to stay, show them kindness in cleaning up the damage done to their homes. Show them kindness and support in these trying times, and try to lay the foundation of something better. Something better than tradition: a bright future.

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 Posted: Dec 21 2017, 10:57 PM
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Tarele, his wher, and the others that were both already in the room to begin with and had come in just as the guards had arrived as the three spread men out to cover the rest of the Traditionalist compound. Tarele’s three most reliable firelizards sent images indirectly to those that would be needing the images for the assault on the Traditionalists as they flew through the complex though a good distance behind him and taking caution around openings. Tarele and those that were bonded to him were aware of the smoke in the air though he didn’t know where the smoke was coming from nor whether it was a Traditionalist, one of the raiders, or some sort of natural force that lit it.

Though it wasn’t without violence the raid was soon over and all of the Traditionalists that were currently in the compound rounded up and the fire put out with the few exceptions being casualties on the Traditionalist side. The leaders of the Traditionalists and the most violent of those that remained were quickly singled out, the leaders being sent to the Weyr to face justice and the most violent kept under guard pending a final decision on what to do with them. Tarele wasn’t entirely sure what to do now but he wasn’t about to stand idly by regardless of what he actually thought about the people that at the very least supported those that were willing to kill healthy Dragonkin for their hide colour.


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