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September 4th, 2014, 10:32 am #1

T’ven couldn’t sleep. Strained relations with Rubikon, a week with two separate threadfalls, and he’d just received message from Z’dal that his brown had been severely threadscored. Over three turns he’d been with Shalagoth now, and he hadn’t been able to see his old candidatemaster yet. There had been no Threadfall back when he knew the man, drills were more practice, Z’dal had focused on teaching candidates. Things were different now, riders got hurt more, dragons actually died these days, and not from out of control mating flights. T’ven leaned back in the straps, back lying flat to Shalagoth’s hide. He let his arms flop to the side, stared up at the twinkling stars still visible in the sky.

Have I ever told you how convenient it is that you’re a big dragon?

His spine vibrated as Shalagoth hummed, the bronze’s gaze cast down below, eyes ever vigilant when flying above the desert.

[color=442c00]I know you’ve mentioned how inconvenient it is after threadfall and I am covered in ash. It’s good to know you are thankful for it at times.[/color]

Most times. We’d make quite a sight if you were Seliath’s size. A rumble resembling laughter answered T’ven.

[color=442c00]I don’t believe Seliath could carry you comfortably, strong as she is…wait, what is that?[/color]

Shalagoth’s body went stiff, his eyes locked onto a dark from far below. The image flashed in T’ven’s head. He snapped back into a sitting position, tried to pinpoint the darting shadow. It couldn’t be. They had flown from Vaioa’s borders. Perhaps it had been subconscious, maybe he wanted to see the state of the hold from up here. Figure out why they wanted to send troops instead of the normal tithe. But they were far into Rubikon territory now.

[color=442c00]That is a wher.[/color]

Not one of ours.

[color=442c00]Exactly. They do not patrol this far out at night anymore, and definitely not alone.[/color]

Send message, coordinates. Is it truly a lone rider?

[color=442c00]I don’t see any others. I would not chance a landing this far from our borders however. Not with their arrows and you exposed.[/color] T’ven grit his teeth, fingers tightening against the straps. He could barely make out the wher, but there was no mistaking that gait and the distinct shape of someone along for the ride.

No…and we should not act outside our territory. It could be a Rubikon wher?

[color=442c00]I do not know. Wher troop is on their way. They ask that we stay out of sight, make sure there is no more.[/color]

T’ven nodded, it would have been his suggestion. Weyrleader or not he could not have Shalagoth attacking unknown whers within Rubikon territory, he didn’t want his dragon anywhere near those vile creatures. The bronze’s lip curled, growl low in his throat. T’ven started at that, Shalagoth rarely showed anger, but the sight of the lumpy creature angered the dragon. He could still remember what had happened to Al’dai, recall the attack on their riders.

[color=442c00]Dawn is not two candlemarks away. This one is without goggles.[/color] Shalagoth’s growling ceased, mind already turning to the task at hand. [color=442c00]If he is alone and what we think he is…[/color]

Tell them to hurry.

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Faranth fecking fardling finally! Varuel’s grin bared his teeth, missing bit of lip exposing gum where his scar lay. The call had come just minutes ago and he already had Iron Squad saddled and ready to run. So far there had been no more casualties, but their day time scouts into Rubikon had not been fruitful. They didn’t scout far enough at night to do any good with finding these wherry fardling shaffits, but finally one had been spotted out. So far still just one. That bronzerider, Weyrleader, whatever the crackdusted man called himself, still saw only the one.

“We’re racing to beat Rukbat little lady, have you heard from Jerund, Drust, Muran?”

[color=6b604a]Some stay. Squads go. Nets. Goggles. Ready.[/color]

Varuel leapt up onto her shoulders and strapped himself in. Spear close at hand. This rider said he only saw one, but if they headed out at all they would be ready for anything. Still smirking Varuel turned to regard his squad, noted some from Steel and Pewter assembling as well. Good, hopefully the faster whers could cut off any escape, run out and confirm that this was one of the bandit handlers.

Varuel turned to look to the sky, they still had plenty of time. This man would still think himself safe, but Rubikon’s handlers should be heading back to whatever hole they crawled to when light shone. He grinned as Varuesk turned him round, facing the whers that had arrived so far.

“We got a lone rogue spotted!” He shouted for all to hear, “We’re going to catch the slimy bastard alright? That is our first priority! If more handlers show we back off, we don’t want a fecking fight.”

No more dead riders, angry as it made him their best course of action would be to retreat unless they had Rukbat on the side. In his opinion they could take all those crackdusted shaffit lickers. Tonight they had a clear goal, it had been discussed at the meeting. Well at least they could hunt tonight. Varuesk stirred beneath him eyes shot red and lip already curling back.

She thought tonight would end it bloodshed, no bandit would be stupid enough to be out on his own. More would be there, and she would tear through them as easily as she tore through wherries. Snarling she lashed her tail, feet already turning to the direction this bandit lay. West, they would run towards Rubikon territory, where they had seen the fardler.

“Pewter’s gonna take a southwest heading, Steel you got northwest, and Iron is going straight to the target, due west.” It would be all too easy for this man to get away, many underestimated how big the desert really was. But they had an advantage, this bandit didn’t know they were coming, intel said he hadn’t changed pace. If they were smart, by the time his wher had sniff of them it would be too late.

“If there ain’t objections…” he paused, waited to see if any might have something to say. Then gave a nod, Varuesk charged ahead. “MOVE OUT!”

((Wher Troop is heading out, any handlers are free to join. They assembled in the Hold Proper, setting out into the desert towards Rubikon Territory to track the spotted bandit.))
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September 5th, 2014, 4:44 am #2

Adjusting to a nocturnal life style had taken time, but eventually Caim found he quite enjoyed it. Something about owning the night while most life on Pern slumbered exhilarated him in ways he had not expected. Granted, his current work involved mainly simple chores, not spectacular duties. Still, he felt important at Vaioa. More so than he ever had before. He was finally part of something meaningful and he could hardly wait to be paired with a wher so he could protect his new home more efficiently.

Meanwhile, he busied himself with learning to fight properly. To his delight, others had been very willing to spar and the practice helped to hone his natural talents correctly. Sijard, a capable woman about ten years his senior, had been particularly accommodating. He still could not match her skill with a sword, but his spear-play had come along rather well.

Even so, Caim feared he was not standing out enough. He did not want to be just another wher candidate learning the ropes while anticipating a match. Caim wanted to do more. Help more.

His chance came.

He had been strolling alone in the Weyr Bowl, enjoying the calm night, when he received word. Trouble in the dessert? He wondered what that could possibly mean, but did not hesitate to bother the messenger with his questions. Instead he bolted toward the herdbeast pens and promptly saddled Mephisto. The dark runner stomped and whinnied his objections to being disturbed, but did little else to hinder his rider from buckling the necessary gear around his girth.

Once saddled, Caim retrieved his spear from where he had left it in the stables and hoisted himself up onto his runner's back. He then spurred Mephisto to the Hold Proper where wherhandlers had gathered. He smiled as he brought his runner up alongside a stranger and hoped he would't be sent away as he listened to what a man he recognized as Varuel had to say.

The task didn't seem too dangerous, so he doubted anyone would object to his ride-along. He did, after all, look capable enough with spear in hand and confident smirk upon his face. Caim wasn't sure which squad he would follow... any would suffice, surely.
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September 5th, 2014, 7:35 am #3

Reimhart couldn't help but feel his skin crawl as he fluidly strapped his bronze up, testing the leathers for weakness, before vaulting onto Reimhask's back. A single wher was picking its way through the desert. If its rider had malicious intentions and wasn't another Ramiro-esque arrival, surely sending three out of the four troops to greet them was a mistake. It was highly unlikely someone in this territory didn't know of Vaioa's wher force.

[color=7d7322]Brass and stragglers more than capable. Can hold off attack with dragons. Do not worry,[/color] Reimhask murmured beneath him.

As always he was an unruffled voice of reason. Reimhart's smile was grim as he considered the halberd clenched in his fist, its dull copper head wicked in the dark. It was his weapon of choice because of the thorn that curved back to its bearer, ideal for seizing a rider off their wher. He'd rather incapacitate than kill.

Without other interaction besides mutual feelings of reassurance, Reimhask carried his handler to Iron squad's formation with a sturdy lope. There was a saddled runnerbeast off to the side, ridden by one of the newer candidates, and an unreadable expression crossed Reimhart's features. He hoped for the best out of this conflict. Attention was tacked sharply back on Varuel, however, as their squadleader barked out orders. Nothing more threatening than a front-on charge from Iron, but that was Varuel for you.

'Move out' rang through the palpable air of tension, and without delay the assembled squads took to their positions, whers and hardy runnerbeasts alike kicking to life. Reimhask couldn't help but enjoy the moment, if only fleeting, racing alongside his kin with fulfilment.
Sijard is staying behind
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|-[DRAGONRIDERS]
|??????|---[AMBER] [DRAGONHEALER]---- R'SUL [OF] RAKYTH [*]
|??????|---[SHALE] [WINGRIDER]---------- Y'LEN [OF] BERASATH
|??????|---[MARBLE] [WINGTHIRD]-------- T'YOV [OF] SERELATH [*]
|??????|---[MARBLE] [WINGRIDER]------- TAICIA [OF] BALFORTH [*]
|??????|---[FLINT] [C. MASTER]----------- S'DRA [OF] ECHONOETH [*]
|??????|---[COAL] [WINGRIDER]---------- ARRYN [OF] MAHARITH
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|-[WHERHANDLERS]
|???????|---[STEEL] [PATROLLER]--------- SIJARD [OF] SIJASK [*]
|???????|---[PEWTER] [WORKER]----- REIMHART [OF] REIMHASK [* - * - *]
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|-[ONPCS] - [R'EN] / [HL'RAN] / [T'LON] --- [TRACKER]
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September 5th, 2014, 8:31 am #4

The chilling night air rolled over the desert and howled through the canyons. The summers might be unbearable in Vaioa but Orryk found everything else about it rather pleasant. When you could have this much room and freedom why bother with anywhere else? There was no mud to wade through, no thick trees creating a maze, no snow; Vaioa Hold was perfect. A sudden shift of balance and soft growling rose in agreement.

[color=666699]Quiet.[/color]

“That it is partner that it is.” Orryk patted the bulky blue wher under him. They had taken the opportunity to stroll the outer area of Hold Proper in the dark of night. Enjoying the dark was something they missed. When traveling they were required to not only remain attentive at night but were also expected to be awake during the annoyingly bright days. Both were tired of the sun and after returning to Vaioa they decided to take some time to themselves and get back into their normal routine.

Looking at the position of the moon Orryk figured he had a few more hours before needing to return. As the wher thought about what direction he wanted to go next Orryk reached into a pouch touching nothing but crumbs. Well that wouldn’t do. “We need to go back.”

[color=666699]No.[/color]

“But I need my biscuits. You wouldn’t deny an old man his biscuits would ya?” So what if he had splurged on them already tonight. He wanted more and he was going to get them. He tugged at the straps trying to guide Orrysk backwards. He was not going to budge. He just stood there, still thinking about the next best course to take. Suddenly his feet picked up vibrations in the ground. There was something moving fast to the west, multiple somethings on second thought. Now interested he lurched forward nearly losing his handler in the process.

“Hey give me some warning next time, I nearly lost my hat!” Said object had been set back onto its proper place but he wouldn’t let go until he was confident it wouldn’t come off again.

It didn’t take the wher long to find the source of the disturbance. He spotted a few other whers he recognized from Vaioa and called out to one. Getting a response filling him in on the reason behind the run he relayed it to Orryk.

[color=666699]Trouble[/color]

“Well yeah. There are people up ahead. That’s trouble all right. So let’s ditch this gig and go back to the kitchens.” His night had been perfect and he didn’t want to ruin it with human conversation.

Orrysk growled in irritation and sent a visual impressions to clear up his intentions. [color=666699]Trouble. Fight. Marks.[/color]

“Okay I get it calm down blueboy. The handlers are facing some kind of trouble. I wonder if it’s the bandits again. If it is ya might be right, there could be a good opportunity in it for us. I’m sure the Hold would be happy for our assistance and will be overflowing with gratitude.” Thinking about the marks he might receive for such a job he smiled and urged his partner on.

Coming into range of the other handlers he had Orrysk send greetings, sensing the tension from his wher he figured it best he remain quiet until proven safe to do otherwise.

[color=666699]Help?[/color] He addressed the nearest wher to him making his intention of assistance clear even if his words were short.
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September 5th, 2014, 1:20 pm #5

It was like Fen had been gifted wings. From the moment Cadet alerted her to the news every action was swift in double speed, Fenrask decked out in saddle and gear, weapons on hip and hand, and the sturdy brown already loping them onwards - taking mark as one of the first few readied members amongst Iron. The brown circled slowly, unaffected by the general edginess within the air and allowing his handler a quick headcount of all that followed in their wake. A plentiful mix of troop. When Varuel hauled himself upon his hulking grey beast Fenrask immediately proceeded to assume a position near Varuesk, silent and waiting.

A grin nearing manic claimed Fen's sharp face then, the gleam of her teeth unsettling in the low light of the Hold proper as Varuel addressed the gathered party. This fool will rue the day they chose to play outside their shaffit hole that little longer.

"Only gotta spare the fardler a throat so he can squeal." She snickered in twitchy anticipation, eyes on their squad leader's every move as he continued despite the quiet interjection. Fenrask rumbled lowly, intelligent mind squeezing tight around hers as he implored for restraint.
[color=82442D]No blood fight. We capture only. Varuel said.[/color]
Well I didn't hear an only. There was plenty room for wiggle on that. Swaying steadily as the brown rocked beneath her in disagreement, Fenrauj saved a silent cheer that their squad was going straight for the heart. Good ol' Varuel, bless him.

Right on command the pair burst into motion, taking head of the pack beside their leading grey and setting eyes on the prize ahead. Had she spared a look around Fen would've felt nothing but fierce pride for the picture they made in charge together. As much of an unruly, headstrong and somewhat grating group as they were, they sure knew how to look fecking impressive when the situation called. But here and now Fen was just aloft on high spirit, relieved at last with the chance to finally do something that would give back as a tremendous leap on this fardling infestation.

And it was about time they could really prove taking them on as third officer was a sharding good call.
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September 5th, 2014, 4:10 pm #6

Summons came in the dead of night, on the wings of the Weyrleader's bronze himself. Something was afoot in Rubikon. Taine was a bundle of raw nerves as she dressed for action, Taisk restless in her harness as the gray stood watch outside. Woman and wher wove a threadbare civility around themselves, masking the tension that drew their bond taut as Steel's second mounted and Taisk lumbered for the growing collective of handlers and whers with heavy steps.

The urgency of the situation demanded cooperation, though Taine sat high and wary in the straps and Taisk bore the blonde's weight with strain. Private grievances colored their cautious approach, Taine's hand never straying far from the reassuring weight of the copper sword buckled at her side.

[color=999999]Track only.[/color] Varuel's rasping rally to the troops was soured by Taisk's guarded reminder, as Steel split to travel northwest.

“I heard him.” Habitually shifting her weight to match Taisk's loping, Taine sneered ahead as the gray curled a lip in a flash of fanged ire.

[color=999999]Hear not listen.[/color] Stubborn Taine would listen, Taisk would give her no other option.
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September 5th, 2014, 7:07 pm #7

[align=center]Muran & Murask: Tag - Any from Brass Squad[/align]

As soon as the news had reached her, Muran went immediately to work gathering supplies. Murask stood patiently as he was packed lightly with what would be needed for quick field healing. Just in case she had sent Ripple to spread the word of what was going on to the others in her own squad. Ripple wasn't always keen on delivering messages but he knew it was important. It would get done. The most important thing was for the wherlings and candidates to STAY BEHIND. She couldn't really stop them if they chose to go anyway but the request was made anyway. Muran couldn't live with herself if any of them got hurt. Some of them she was sure could handle themselves, not all of them were young or new to the world of whers and bandits.

[color=90becc]All be fine. If break we fix yes? Muran make all better.[/color] Murask said with a gentle bump of his head against Muran's side. She smiled at the blue before sighing while patting his head.

"I hope you're right. Lets get going." Climbing to her seat on Murask's back they were off to the meeting place in the Hold Proper. Already there were others gathered and ready for the journey. It made her feel safe and proud to have so many fellow handlers around. Murask moved instantly to stand near the head of the crowd with Varuel who had started speaking to them.

A lone rogue. Only one? She looked around at all that arrived and wondered if so many was overkill. Then again it was better to be safe than sorry. While Varuel explained the situation she sent a thought to Murask who rumbled in agreement with her decision. The blue sent a private message to those he recognized as being part of his squad.

[color=90becc]Mine say pick other squad. Healer in each if can. Keep safe, keep healthy. Those have no wher...stay from fight unless know how. No get in way. No be hero.[/color] With that message sent he huffed and shook himself gently. Muran wiggled in place on top of him. If the healers in Brass split up into the other squads it would give each someone that could take care of the members if the worst should happen. Especially if they were going to be searching separate areas. At Varuel's command they followed closely next to the Greyhandler having decided his squad would be the one she stuck to.

[align=center]Nuin & Nuisk: Tag - Whoever wants to interact with them.[/align]

They had been in the middle of a bath when word reached them about the troops moving out. Thankfully Nuin had brought her gear with them since they had planned to do a quick run in the desert before sunrise. As always Nuisk wasn't happy about the idea of going into danger. He never liked Nuin doing anything that meant she'd have to possibly get hurt or hurt someone else. After all his hard work of fixing her anger at everything something just had to pop up to ruin it. He grumbled and sulked as she put his gear on him. Nuin rolled her eyes at the blood's bad mood.

"Look ya big baby. They need us. Promise I won' be tryin' to hurt anybody. Ok?" It was a sincere promise but Nuisk still didn't like it. He at least stopped sulking a bit and put more oomph in his step once he was all geared up. Nuin made sure she had her bow and knife with her and once she was in her saddle they were off. It wasn't too far from where the bathing area to the Hold Proper. Nuin's eyes immediately scanned those waiting around. Searching for a certain face. Not seeing it yet she felt a sting of disappointment. He was probably just not there yet. No need to worry about it.

Varuel was talking and pulled Nuin's attention away from her thoughts. So they were after one lone Handler? Nuin frowned. Something...didn't feel right. Down in her gut she felt that there was something wrong. A single bandit headed West...that was toward Rubikon Territory. Nuisk could feel the nagging worry radiating from Nuin and shifted in place, feeling uncomfortable, under her.

[color=99392d]Nu? Nu what wrong? Not feel right.[/color] Nuisk's eyes rippled with pale yellows of concern for his Handler. Nuin was a creature of instinct, just as much as any Wher was. If her instincts told her something was off then there was a good chance they were. He trusted that. Knew it to be true. It meant he had to be on high alert. He was no fighter. Never was and never would be. Thanks to Nuin's persistence he knew how to defend himself in nonviolent ways. But the enemy wouldn't be so lenient or kind.

"I dun know, bud. Just...don't like this. Keep yer eyes open aight? We'll do as Varuel says an' avoid a fight if we can." Nuin did her best to keep her feelings under a blanket of calm and steadiness. Trying to soothe her wher, but beneath that her uneasiness grew even more as Varuel gave the order to move. Blood would be spilled before Rukbat breached the horizon. Nuin could feel it in her bones. It both excited her...and terrified her.

[align=center]Tali & Talsk[/align]

The pair had followed others heading toward the Hold Proper once news had spread. Getting there quickly and quietly as possible. The two were probably a couple of the quietest duos of the Handler lot. Tali still liked to stick to the shadows, keeping her distance from others except those she trusted. Talsk was still a trusting soul and quite friendly. But he wasn't as excitable as he used to be. Now he kept quiet unless giving the go ahead from his Handler. Didn't wander off or speak up out of turn. Talsk was never a bright wher, simple in mind as most whers and only just clever enough to keep from being called 'dumb'. So he learned from example.

Tali never got the chance to really open herself up and change her ways. Being a Handler kept her busy and her ability to use stealth and plan her actions made her useful in patrols. Course those were mostly excuses. She still had SOME time to socialize. Tali just preferred to spend time with her wher instead. Her flits were all staying safely far away at their room instead of tagging along. She didn't want them getting possibly hurt. Talsk gave a grunt that made Tali focus on the situation. She knew their goal and was already waiting for the order to go. Simple reconnaissance was easy. Meant she didn't have to fight. But she was ready if it came down to that. Other handlers had insisted that she learn so she did. A simple sword was her weapon which surprised most that knew her. A weapon for close combat was far from what they'd expect but the weapon made Tali feel confident and safe. Plus she was amazing good at it, something she felt very proud of. Better than being proud of being a thief at least.

'MOVE OUT!'

Talsk didn't even wait for the command to register with his Handler who was lost in her own thoughts again. He jolted forward to follow his Squad and made Tali yelp in surprise. She smacked his shoulder playfully and he rumbled with laughter but neither shared any words. None were needed with them. Both had learned long ago how to just communicate with feelings and body language. Made things easier for them.

[align=center]Rosin & Rosk[/align]

"We are NOT going! For the millionth time we're not READY!" Rosin was blocking his own door from the still growing bronze wher. Said wher was snarling and his eyes whirled bright red with frustration and anger.

[color=bc7f00]YES READY! Want to go! Other squishy thing say important! Must go![/color] Rosk was puffing himself up while baring his teeth at his Handler. He'd never really hurt Rosin, but the though of bonking him on the head had crossed his mind. He had heard what that other Handler had told Rosk in passing. Rosin had asked what the fuss was about and he was told everyone that could was going after a bandit. Rosk didn't know what a 'bandit' was. He had heard the word tossed around a lot and knew they were 'bad', an enemy. The bronze didn't want to be left behind while others went into glorious battle against the enemy. Rosk wanted to be part of it, to show how great he was, and to prove to Rosin he wasn't a baby anymore.

"Rosk we are nowhere near ready for any sort of fight. You're still too young and I'm still training with my weapon. We are STAYING HERE. Got it?" Rosin glared back at his wher who eyed him with glowing red eyes.

[color=bc7f00]Ready to fight. No hatchling no more. Can rip and tear bad thing![/color] He was being stubborn as always and didn't want to drop the issue till he got what he wanted. Rosin rubbed at his face as helplessness washed over him. Finally he knelt before Rosk and looked him right in those swirling eyes.

"Look big guy. I'll be honest with you. I'm scared ok? You might be 'ready' and willing to fight but I'm not. Ok? I know I'm not ready and still need time. Just...be patient ok? I'm sure there will be other fights for you in the future." It was one of those moments Rosin felt were crucial between the two of them. He could see Rosk thinking over what he said and the red in his eyes was fading away. Slowly changing to a pale yellowish green. Rosk seemed to relax before huffing and turning his head away slightly.

[color=bc7f00]Bad thing...too easy kill. Let old things take. Can have. Won't fight today. Grow bigger. Stronger. Fight better things. Yes?[/color] Rosk glanced at his handler for a moment to catch him smiling in approval. His eyes turned a calm forest green now.

"Yeah. That's right. You'll have bigger and better fights. How about some food instead, huh?" Rosin said with a smirk as he stood to open the door. Rosk grunted his agreement while following. They wouldn't be joining the troops that day. But the bronze would one day and he'd show them all. For now he'd be 'patient' as Rosin had suggested. No point rushing in and getting his Handler killed right? Would just be irresponsible. After all the squishy thing was useful to have around, you know...for food...and some cuddles.
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September 7th, 2014, 12:47 am #8

Kalser and Kask, open

The call to arms had set his blood to boiling. A lone raider was drawing near, no doubt with many more hidden from view. As he gathered with Iron Squad, he double-checked his weapons; two axes, each hooked on his thick belt, honed to sharp, cruel edges by the unyielding grind of the whetstone. Both were more than sharp enough to cut a few bandits down to size. Even with his equipment in top condition, including his wher-leather jacket, however, Kalser felt uneasy.

Why would a lone wher-rider approach the Hold? It didn't add up. Maybe the dragon that had spotted them had been wrong...?

No. Dragon not stupid, Kask growled beside him, his eyes shifting red-orange-yellow and back again as he tried to work out the problem for himself. Eyes from the sky valuable. Still... caution. Not right.

Kalser nodded, grimacing slightly as his squadron began to move out. A direct assault--at least that was something he was comfortable with. Go straight on with all the other primal mother-fardlers, take out the threat, and rally the back lines if it turned out to be more than they could handle. It was a simple plan, one that left Kask plenty of room to work his magic against whatever enemy they found themselves facing.

He swung up into the saddle, gripping tightly to the straps as Kask began to stalk forward with the others. It was do or die, revenge or failure; he only hoped that they found themselves on the winning side of the equation.

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Rebmikh & Rebmisk, Open

Rebmisk paced nervously as they awaited orders, and the pair of firelizards that constantly hung around on his shoulders only fed off of that anxiety as they chirped and hissed with whirling yellow eyes. Pyrite stretched his wings and folded them again, tail lashing as he tried to decide whether to fly or to perch. Cress watched him, clever little forepaws kneading uncomfortably at her wher-brother's tough, wrinkled hide.

The only one, in fact, who seemed utterly unbothered by the whole ordeal was Rebmikh herself. She smiled as she gathered her sling and pair of javelins, humming all the while as her trio of darlings gawked at her in fearful silence. It was only one man, after all! One strange man that had come to visit on the back of a wher. She supposed it was rather unusual, but... well, what could one man do against all her friends and allies on the field?

As she put the saddle on her wher, he whined unhappily.

"Oh, now, don't ya fret none. If anythin' gets scary, we'll just run and run until we're back safe in the mines. But we'll have lots of friends out there, and every one of 'em will make sure we come back all right," she soothed, kissing his snout as the blue whuffled softly.

Not like. Too strange. What if enemy, bad enemy? What if fight?

"If he fights, we'll run and tell the others. We're with the scout team--we get information and we run, run, run."

Cress peeped at this, finally winging off the wher to curl up beneath the bushy safety of her Person's thick hair. Rebmikh only laughed, grinning brightly as Pyrite let out an indignant little creel and immediately flew over to do the same, his larger bulk pressing warmly against her skin.

"You sillies! Everythin'll be fine," she assured, laughing quietly as she climbed up into the saddle and rode to meet the others, following their heading southwest. "Don't you worry 'bout a thing. Mama Rebmikh's got you."
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Joined: August 18th, 2013, 7:15 pm

September 7th, 2014, 5:11 pm #9

Nedeya wasn't why she was participating in this, she really wasn't. How she'd found herself on the back of runner with a long handled axe on her belt and her eyes wide as the wher troop gathered was a blur. She been awake, especially after meeting Rebmikh she'd been trying to train herself to night wakefulness since that was obviously the wher lifestyle, but when the call had gone out she'd assumed only wher handlers need apply for the pursuit. Then a hand had tugged on her tunic, asking why she wasn't saddled and ready to go, and the early morning turned into the most strange of job shadowings. Thankfully other then the runner did didn't stand out too much. Work clothes, dusty from the mines, closely shaved hair and weapon with some reach, she looked more business-like then she felt.

She kept an eye out for Brielle, surely healers wouldn't be involved in this, they'd be needed back here to care for any aftermath. Her friend shouldn't be put in any danger. Nedeya's breathing quickened at the thought, and she tried not to panic at the idea of facing a large angry wher without a hulking beast of muscle and teeth of her own to protect her. "Sorry girl, but you're not a good defense." The wher candidate whispered to the runner, who she was borrowing from the Hold's stables. Shards if something happened she'd have to pay back the cost of the runner too. Her marks were spread thin, she might be copying Rebmikh in the end.

Hanging to the back of the group she listened, and when the pack moved she tugged on the reins, bringing the runner to a walk, then to a trot, feeling absolutely out of the place the whole way. Riding was not a method of transport Nedeya preferred, and tomorrow she'd be in pain if this was a long haul. Had any other wher candidates been dragged into this mess? She should feel happy about participating, right? Bandits were bad, and finding their home to flush them out could only be a good thing. And this was a form of protecting her home, her family, her friends. If only she could convince the adrenaline now coursing through her veins that that was the case, and it was welcome to go away at any time now. Spotting a familiar blue and his handler she considered grabbing their attention, but that would be out of line. Better to watch and give what little support she was worth.
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Joined: April 6th, 2013, 3:55 pm

September 7th, 2014, 10:21 pm #10

Brielle fought to contain a million little strands of hair that just would not stay put. Along with that, the runner beneath her jigged sideways uneasily and bobbed his head, jangling at the bit. The healer put a steady hand on the reins, trying not to feel so overmounted. The beast was gentle, sure, but huge. It would probably be easier for her to see under his belly than over his back from the ground.

Once the beast was calmer she laid a hand on the medical bag slung across her shoulder, knowing each thing she needed by feel. Maybe she should be staying behind, but if someone got hurt badly out there they might not be able to make it back. Besides, why else had she come to Vaioa but to live a little?

She caught sight of Nedeya, similarly mounted on runnerback, and gave her a tense smile. Her friend wouldn’t be happy to see her out here, she knew, but in the moment Brielle didn’t care. Helping people was her profession, and her calling. She reined her runner over towards the other woman’s.

“Exciting, isn’t it?” she said, her flat tone denying her words. “Bandits and what not.” She bit her lip, seeing her friend armed as usual, and touched her hand to the top of her boot, where a small knife lay tucked away. Faranth, she really hoped she wouldn’t need it. Another tight-lipped smile went Nedeya’s way. “Don’t worry about me, I plan on staying near the back.”
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