Post by kendrall on Nov 2, 2012 9:46:04 GMT -5
((Notes: This will officially kick off our Future Riders story arc! Anyone is welcome to assume control over any of the PCs/NPCs including ground folk, except for the following characters: Mitarlin, A'ri, and L'mac. Mitella and Arisia are still officially up for adoption, but Mik has indicated she will NPC play one of them for now.))
Twenty-three dragons appeared out of thin air above the cold, darkened skies over what was once known as High Reaches Weyr. In the lead were a rather large looking Bronze dragon, nearly black as night; and an even larger Gold. Behind them in formation were three other Bronzes, four Browns, seven Blues, and seven Green dragons. Both of Pern's moons were in their new moon phase, and the distant stars themselves shown like faint beacons. Only one star was visibly brighter than the others, and its red glare held steady, as if it was an untwitching malevolent eye watching the scene unfold, the sole witness to this event.
A silent signal was given, and all twenty-three dragons gracefully swooped down into a series of concurrent circles until they all landed inside of a vast, empty Bowl. The snow-covered, frozen ground gave slightly at the sudden weight of the large winged beasts, and roughly fifty or more people dismounted from the backs of the dragons. Just over half of them began the process of removing cargo that had been securely attached to all but two of the dragons, and a lone figure stood and watched. A gloved hand reached up to push the goggles up from his eyes, and then moved to pull down the heavy wool mask covering the lower half of his face. His hood was still pulled up, but otherwise in the dim light his features were barely visible. Without a word he beckoned with one hand at the other Riders, then pointed towards a non-descript yet large opening off to the side. The man waited for the rest of his group to acknowledge, then strode off with purpose through the snow until he passed through the specified entry.
The warmth of the Sands was a welcome change from the chill, and A'ri pulled back his hood. His dark brown eyes watched as each of his Riders joined him, and once everyone was assembled he began to speak. His voice was rich and smooth, but anyone who was familiar with him knew that, while he genuinely cared for his Riders, his spirit matched the icy chill outside. A smile creased the corners of his mouth.
"Settle in. I'm sure that our hosts won't mind if each of us took the liberty to have a weyr all to ourselves," A'ri said with twisted delight. He knew that in this time, a mysterious plague had decimated the dragon population, including those whom had once called High Reaches Weyr home. Their hosts wouldn't say anything, if there were anything left of them. Most likely there would be bones strewn about here and there, but not much else beyond that. A'ri had tasked L'mac and Mitarlin to make sure they had brought enough supplies with them to "set up shop." A'ri had his doubts about the old man, as he did with L'mac. Yes, both were capable and highly intelligent. But he didn't fully trust either of them.
He then looked the Weyrwoman's Second, knowing that technically she was now the Weyrwoman and therefore had to defer to her. It was a bitter loss for him, losing his own weyrmate along with everyone else on that day Thread returned to the skies of Pern. He arched an eyebrow. "I trust that Tamiath will find these Sands suitable for her?" A'ri knew that the Gold was Egg-heavy, and it was a bit of a risk bringing her into the past. Timing was a tricky business, and no one could say for certain just how much of an impact it would have on Tamiath's soon-to-be-Clutched brood. Well, maybe the Dragonhealer they brought with them could have some idea, but it was bound to be mere speculation for now.
One of the Blue Riders spoke up. "Weyrleader, when do we make contact with the Holds in this time?"
"Soon," A'ri replied. "Soon, we will make contact with them. While we offer our services to them to prevent another disaster like Keroon, we will continue with our main goal. To find out where Mitriel and his band of Riders are hiding." A'ri had an excellent memory; he remembered reading in the archives about the incident at Keroon Hold, even though technically that had occurred recently. Nearly all of the valuable herdbeasts had been wiped out, along with a sizeable number of people. All because no one had been prepared for Threadfall. M'riel had led a wing of Riders to help, but all they could do was burn the burrows.
It was rather delicious that a highly decorated and oft-praised Guardsman was practically powerless to do anything more.
((OOC - ...and go!))
Twenty-three dragons appeared out of thin air above the cold, darkened skies over what was once known as High Reaches Weyr. In the lead were a rather large looking Bronze dragon, nearly black as night; and an even larger Gold. Behind them in formation were three other Bronzes, four Browns, seven Blues, and seven Green dragons. Both of Pern's moons were in their new moon phase, and the distant stars themselves shown like faint beacons. Only one star was visibly brighter than the others, and its red glare held steady, as if it was an untwitching malevolent eye watching the scene unfold, the sole witness to this event.
A silent signal was given, and all twenty-three dragons gracefully swooped down into a series of concurrent circles until they all landed inside of a vast, empty Bowl. The snow-covered, frozen ground gave slightly at the sudden weight of the large winged beasts, and roughly fifty or more people dismounted from the backs of the dragons. Just over half of them began the process of removing cargo that had been securely attached to all but two of the dragons, and a lone figure stood and watched. A gloved hand reached up to push the goggles up from his eyes, and then moved to pull down the heavy wool mask covering the lower half of his face. His hood was still pulled up, but otherwise in the dim light his features were barely visible. Without a word he beckoned with one hand at the other Riders, then pointed towards a non-descript yet large opening off to the side. The man waited for the rest of his group to acknowledge, then strode off with purpose through the snow until he passed through the specified entry.
The warmth of the Sands was a welcome change from the chill, and A'ri pulled back his hood. His dark brown eyes watched as each of his Riders joined him, and once everyone was assembled he began to speak. His voice was rich and smooth, but anyone who was familiar with him knew that, while he genuinely cared for his Riders, his spirit matched the icy chill outside. A smile creased the corners of his mouth.
"Settle in. I'm sure that our hosts won't mind if each of us took the liberty to have a weyr all to ourselves," A'ri said with twisted delight. He knew that in this time, a mysterious plague had decimated the dragon population, including those whom had once called High Reaches Weyr home. Their hosts wouldn't say anything, if there were anything left of them. Most likely there would be bones strewn about here and there, but not much else beyond that. A'ri had tasked L'mac and Mitarlin to make sure they had brought enough supplies with them to "set up shop." A'ri had his doubts about the old man, as he did with L'mac. Yes, both were capable and highly intelligent. But he didn't fully trust either of them.
He then looked the Weyrwoman's Second, knowing that technically she was now the Weyrwoman and therefore had to defer to her. It was a bitter loss for him, losing his own weyrmate along with everyone else on that day Thread returned to the skies of Pern. He arched an eyebrow. "I trust that Tamiath will find these Sands suitable for her?" A'ri knew that the Gold was Egg-heavy, and it was a bit of a risk bringing her into the past. Timing was a tricky business, and no one could say for certain just how much of an impact it would have on Tamiath's soon-to-be-Clutched brood. Well, maybe the Dragonhealer they brought with them could have some idea, but it was bound to be mere speculation for now.
One of the Blue Riders spoke up. "Weyrleader, when do we make contact with the Holds in this time?"
"Soon," A'ri replied. "Soon, we will make contact with them. While we offer our services to them to prevent another disaster like Keroon, we will continue with our main goal. To find out where Mitriel and his band of Riders are hiding." A'ri had an excellent memory; he remembered reading in the archives about the incident at Keroon Hold, even though technically that had occurred recently. Nearly all of the valuable herdbeasts had been wiped out, along with a sizeable number of people. All because no one had been prepared for Threadfall. M'riel had led a wing of Riders to help, but all they could do was burn the burrows.
It was rather delicious that a highly decorated and oft-praised Guardsman was practically powerless to do anything more.
((OOC - ...and go!))
