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After a beautiful eventless summer, the Weyr is caught unprepared within the thralls of winter as a major storm seems to be on the way. Winds are picking up. The dragons are getting restless. There is no rest for the weary as people run around and try to make sure that everything is tied down and ready for the high winds. However, for some strange reason, the current inventory seems to be lacking. Have things gone missing?

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There is a body of a dragon on the ground; the Base has gone up in a frenzy. A dragon has been murdered, and a rider is left to madness. Dragonriders are furious as the progress to break down the tyranny within the Base seems to have taken ten steps back. Residents are on edge and there is one nagging thought that bites at the consciousness of the people of the Base... Has Darvulok lost so much honour due to the events of the past to go so far as to attack their own?

We All Fall Down



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We All Fall Down; -Base Plot-
Topic Started: Tuesday Jul 27 2010, 03:33 PM (806 Views)
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{Warning: This character is going to be played by one of the members of the Weyr. I do not claim any rights to the character, I merely created the condition in which the character could come about. Thank you for understanding.}

The summer heat was in full swing as the Twilight circled through the air, over Darvulok. His deeply coloured wings were outstretched, the sunlight causing the small silver scales to glimmer like a star-filled night. Attentively, the dragon’s eyes swept from right to left, watching the events below, ensuring that everything was in order. So far, everything seemed peaceful. People were going about, doing their own thing. The dragon hummed softly; it was a comforting sight.

Watching the coming and going of people below, the dragon began to feel a tightness in his chest. Shifting faintly in discomfort, the Twilight peered over his shoulder at his rider. His gaze fell to the straps around his body, and he couldn’t find any flaw in them that would have been the cause of the ache.

You okay, Akkeith? T’bur inquired quizzically as he patted his dragon on the neck.

~Of course, T’bur. I just felt odd,~ the dragon started as the pain suddenly burned in his chest.

Twisting in agony, the twilight’s back arched in the air as his wings flared upwards. The pain was unbearable as Akkeith attempted to fill his lungs with air only to realize that his airway was closed. Before the dragon could react, everything happening within seconds of each other, he felt the pressure in his chest release as his heart stopped beating.

Hundreds of keens echoed through the Base as dragons of all types launched themselves into the air to catch the Twilight that was plummeting towards the ground. Rider and dragon alike took action to slow the decent of the dragon, but only a corpse was placed upon the ground as the heart wrenching cries of the rider joined that of the dragons’.

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Emptiness. Agony. A deep, spiraling sense of loss of self and soul that burned with intense suddenness and chilled with unbearable loneliness.

And yet weak noises were all that the once proud TwilightRider could express. Each gasping breath brought with it a piercing pain, as if his lungs, no his very heart, were no longer capable of working. A faint moan passed through his quivering lips, gaining momentary strength as a vociferous shriek ripped itself from his throat. His hands shook violently as he reached out towards Akkeith, open palms slapping flat against the smooth, dark, and still-warm hide. Pale green eye stared sightlessly, both opened unnaturally wide as fat, unnoticed tears blinded him completely.

“Aiehhh,” T’bur exhaled, fighting against his own physical reactions, vainly trying to will his dragon’s heart into beating and lungs into breathing. “A-Akeith,” he managed to through vocal chords raw from his scream. “No, wake…Shards! Ak…” his whispers died into sobs, his entire body shuddering with the physical and emotional pain of his lifemate’s death.

The straps. The straps were too confining. They were preventing Akkeith from breathing! T’bur pulled a knife from his boot, hand shaking so much that he raked a slash across his own calf retrieving the silver weapon. Cries swept out around him as some tried to stop him, thinking him seeking suicide. Before they could reach out to him, T’bur slashed at the straps wildly. With Akkeith on his side, the moment the leather was cut T’bur tumbled to the ground, the blade slipping from his numb fingers. He scrabbled once again to find it, but when that didn’t work, he resorted to pounding Akkeith’s side, soundlessly screaming at him to wake up, to breathe, to continue the life that they had so happily shared together.

But Akkeith only lay still in death. Once luminous eyes stared sightlessly, dark brown and color and completely dull in sheen. Though the other dragons had guided him to a gentle landing, there was something painfully wrong about the sight of him on the ground. His neck, violently thrown about from the shock of it all, was twisted upon itself. His five-digit hands and feet were locked into tense claws, palms slightly outstretched and each joint in the fingers bent. And from his still-gaping mouth, for those close enough to see, his forked tongue was a deep, unnatural black.

Akkeith, Twilight bound to T’bur, was no more.
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There were some things you never get over, never forget where you were the moment it happened: this was one of them. Onesa, looking back in turns to come, would always remember the day Akkeith was killed. She sat in her quarters, polishing a seamless granite sphere until its surface sparkled like the darkest of water from midnight lakes. Her fingertips had molded the stone as if it were clay, each stroke smoothing its curved corners as if it were water in her palms. And now she sat making sure there were no unseemly smudges, no imperfections on the miniature globe. It was a gift, afterall! Silence filled her room, the only noise coming from her soft breathing and the creak of her old wooden chair. She’d need to replace the damn thing….

But then the stillness was broken, violated. A noise like the auditory equivalent of a thousand throwing knives hitting their mark filled every inch of the small room. The sound was deafening and raw, rife with pain, anger and confusion. It took her a moment to register just what could produce something so terrifying and real, for it was the most tangible sound she’d ever heard. And then she knew: the moment she detected, no, felt, her Andromedath’s pain and voice among the ghostly chorus, she knew. Death. A dragon. And without a natural threat.
The orb dropped from her hands like an unwanted toy, left to crash into the ground and shatter in half, little shards skittering across the cold stone floor. It had been forgotten.

Onesa felt her chest tighten as she scrambled from her seat, kicking the chair away as she hurled herself toward the door. Like a bat out of hell she ran, peppered hair flying behind her as uncontrollable tears began to fill her eyes. No, no, no! she thought loudly, knowing next to nothing about the event except that it happened. Was happening. Death. Andromedath?! she shouted the name mentally, her tone harsh and needy. She knew her Dream was fine, safe, but she wanted confirmation. Proof.
I’m here…..Akkeith! He’s, he’s gone! Onesa, he just fell!
T’bur… Now she had a face to put to the incident, a man without a dragon. A friend suddenly thrown into a dark deeper than Between/

I should have seen it coming! I should have known! I could have…prevented it! The Dream wailed mentally as her draconic keen soared through the skies from her perch in the courtyard. She could see him…his broken body…I… yet before Andro could utter another complain, Onesa tightened her mental hold on her dragon, silently, yet forcefully solidifying their link. Both knew, even if the dragon had a premonition of this event, she would never have been able to utter a word of it. Knowing Andromedath had been spared the weight of knowledge, Onesa was glad her gifts had failed her.

She entered the growing collection of Weyrfolk at the scene, dragons and riders surrounding the broken pair. Her heart heaved in her chest and the air left her lungs: he was just laying there….She blinked fiercely, and stubbornly rubbed the back of her hands against her stone-hued eyes. She couldn’t be weak, not now. Not ever, but especially not now. Her senses were coming back to her and with a deep breath the bender was composed, although her hands shook, she no longer feared breaking out in a sob. Her gaze moved from Akkeith himself, to the man strewn atop him, clinging to hope, trying vainly to resuscitate what was lost forever.. He needed to get out of there, no use would come of his attempts, and only more eyes were coming to stare in horror of the untimely, and unnerving death.

”T’bur,” Onesa didn’t dare get too close, spotting a knife strewn on the ground, and seeing the physical state of distress the man was in. But she spoke softly, a tone rarely used by the woman with the heart as hard and cold as the materials she sculpted. What was she going to say now? What could she say!? She realized then she had no authority, really, to tell the man what to do. She couldn’t possibly offer her friend any sort of consolation that wouldn’t be of pathetic consequence. However, her fear of injury didn’t compare to her desire to help, even at the risk of a back-hand to the face or some such thoughtless gesture. So quietly she moved to kneel by his side, silently she placed a hand upon his shoulder, and firmly she held him there.
”Can I take you away from here?” she whispered quietly, questioningly. She could have apologized for the tragedy, she could have comforted him with flowery sympathies, but that wasn’t her. She couldn’t give him any peace of mind. She truly didn’t know how much his heart was hurting, and she silently prayed she never would.
Edited by Kat, Thursday Aug 12 2010, 12:44 AM.
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