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| Topic Started: Jun 19 2014, 06:14 PM (580 Views) | |
| Reaver | Jun 19 2014, 06:14 PM Post #1 |
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Resident Pun God
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(This is a search-and-rescue post! A social thread for some of your established characters, or temp NPC's to interact in. These posts will count towards the activity check, so why not join in? You can play survivors of the quake, or dragons helping with the saving. Obviously, if you play a survivor and get saved, you can converse with your rescuer, or jump back in and play another, or a dragon. NOTE: This takes place a day after the earthquake) Arulia's claws dug into the once-hot sands as she pushed off the ground and took to the skies. Snow began to accumulate where she had once stood, soon dispelling all evidence that a dragon had been there in the first place. The sands of Nondir, even in the winter, were cold, but the presence of snow on top of the catastrophic earthquake a merely a day earlier was too much for many of the citizens. She opened her maw, blasting a fiery strike at a building covered with snow. With the heat, the slush melted, keeping the house safe. Unfortunately, like many others, they'd been too late. Roofs collapsing was the most common cause of death she'd seen, but the fire poked her head into the house anyways. An older woman, no dragon in sight. It was small too. Many of the humans or elves that weren't bonded took the hardest hit. Arulia felt selfish at times like these. If she had bonded to someone when she hatched, she could have been here to protect them. But, things don't always work out that way. "No survivors here. Check the Black Market, perhaps they took refuge in a few of the alleyways that didn't collapse." Those weren't a pretty sight either. Those who took refuge between some of the unfortunate two buildings were sheltered from the snow, but crushed from rubble. Arulia found a few people and rescued them, warming them with her scales as she carried them to safety. And, thankfully, there were a few others that had been found and taken to safety by the other dragons helping. Humans and Elves were useful at times, but right now the brunt of the work needed to be a bit more large scale. So, that's what made Arulia step up and call for others to help. There were still people trapped. "You group there! Come with me. We're going further into the resident section. There are plenty of houses." Arulia thanked the Celestial she was a Fire, and pressed on as the snow melted against her scales. As long as she burned forward with willpower, hopefully she'd save a few others tonight. The fire jumped off her current roof and took to the skies again, remaining snow cascading off of her to join the many other flakes in the air. Before her, the large residential district. Many roofs were caved, exposing the inhabitants inside to cold... and to their eyes. Better this snow than the storms that rumbled in the distance. Freezing rain would chill their bones quicker than the snow would. Opening her maw once more, she let out a loud cry. "Please! If you can hear me, come outside, or let us know you're there! We're coming, we're coming!" Flames sprouted from her mouth once more, this time propelling across the sky in a flare-like manner. Once people saw there was someone to help, they'd flock to them, right? |
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| Sojourn | Jun 19 2014, 06:45 PM Post #2 |
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The Wanderer
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NPC Ice/Shadow Kozmotis Snow drifted down, and in a way, it could almost be described as peaceful…if you know…it wasn’t for the frigid, ridiculously low temperatures, the rubble and ruin that littered the high drifts. Even now, as more flakes fell, the ruins were being buried beneath the frigid piles that would remain until the spring thaw. Or longer than that, depending on how the crazy weather lasted. It was certainly not weather that suited dragons, and since the echoes and aftershocks of the quake were still felt, as indicated by the Nondiran Earths, Natures, and a few mages, everyone was leery. Buildings that were already on precarious standings after the intial and heaviest shifting of the earth only needed the excuse to collapse, and you hardly wanted to be caught under a support beam when it came down. As it was, even the homes that still remained structurally sound were under threat of caving in under the weight of accumulating snow. As such, many able bodied dragons had been ordered to aid where they could. Of course…not everyone was happy about this fact… Kozmotis was one such dragon. The snow-colored ice, edged in hints of dark teal and shadowy grays, was flitting from roof to roof, sweeping snow off with his powerful tail all the while muttering under his breath in irritation. "Absolutely ridiculous...a complete waste of my time...I certainly didn't sign up for this..." He grumbled. Another roof was cleared, and he crouched upon it, glowering into the distance at the rest of the members of the search party. A Fire was exhaling plumes of flame to melt the snow, which would probably soon refreeze into ice. Kozmotis heaved a sigh, and crept down off the roof, the numbing cold doing little to cause him discomfort. He was at home in his own element. Shards, this weather was near perfect by his standards, but others didn’t quite stand up to par on the matters of climate… True though, the earthquake had thrown him for a loop too. An outcry came from the Fire for others to follow after her. "Mouthy little thing, aren't you?" He muttered under his breath before he spread slim wings to take to the air. He circled high on the swirling air currents before he cruised down over collapsed buildings. With the state of most buildings, he could hardly manage a graceful landing, though he did manage to catch hold of a fallen support beam and perch upon it’s apex. Shining, mercury eyes narrowed to survey the domain of black stone, icy wood, sleet, and snow. A building creaked nearby, and he swooped down to the street level. His narrow frame slipped easily into a home that had been cracked apart like one of the eggs on the hatching grounds, but it was no hatchlings he would be finding inside for certain. He shouldered a collapsed section of the roof higher, and expelled his breath weapon, ice coating the detritus and bonding it with the surrounding mess, supporting it like a frigid glue. Snow coated the floor inside, marking his steps as he went. Squinting through the dark, marred by brighter reflections from the snow, he snorted, hunting for any signs of life. The last thing he wanted to do was become caretaker for some half frozen human. There was a reason he’d never bonded…but a duty was a duty…And that meant despite his disdain, he would work. He didn’t want to be on the bad side of the city’s security force. He paused in his sweep as he noticed two forms huddled in the back corner. Creeping closer, he gave an irritated sigh when he noticed both appeared to have frozen to death. Or rather…one of them. The second was still shuddering lightly, too weak to even realize he was there. Retreating back a few steps, he shouted out of the fractured roof, "Oi! Get your asses down here. I got one, but not for long if you don't get moving!" In the din of awaiting a response from the others of the rescue team, he crept closer to the form. A careful gesture of his talons removed the body of the deceased, an older woman, from the other. They had wrapped themselves around the bundle of frost-coated rags, a young boy, possibly around the age for standing, had he the option. Let’s see…what did he remember about first aid involving hypothermia…the victim usually needed to be warmed immediately, but if warmed too quickly, their heart could fail. He snarled silently in frustration. He was hardly the right dragon for this nonsense! What had they been thinking, assigning him here. Still…he shifted closer, standing guard until another arrived, and shielding the whelp from the worst of the chill wind as he could with his wings and body. |
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| Void | Jun 20 2014, 07:45 AM Post #3 |
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Meme Master
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NPC Spirit Zal’koat It had been a long time since she had seen so many spirits wandering in one place, wailing their lamentations, still clinging to the lives they once had, unwilling to let go and move on. She slithered through the air, her amorphous serpentine form trailed through the snow drifts not a single flake disturbed through its fall. Six wings left ghostly trails of lights from their feathered tips as they slowly pushed her through snow and buildings alike. Her path unfolded before her much differently than the others in the rescue team as she phased through most of the rubble, looking not for signs of life, but for certain signs of death. She looked for spirits that had something strong to cling to still in the living world, such as a living being. These spirits shone the brightest in their defiance of death and howled the loudest in their grief. Many spirits flocked to her at the sight of something familiar in a world of sudden changes. Their abrupt death and destruction the earthquake had caused the city tore down anything that could be used as a grounding point to help their souls move on. She had to ignore most of them, there were too many for her to be able to help at this time. Living souls had a time constraint in the conditions they could be currently in where these souls were stuck in a place without time. They would still be there, waiting for help, at a later time when she could afford to respond to their pleas of help. Not all souls were as panicked as others though and these she could use to aid her in her search. Soon she had quite the small army of these spirits assisting her throughout this section of the city she had been assigned to with her group to find any trapped life. Like a ghostly visage her spectral form misted through the snow, only the brightly glowing patterns down her body that first brought to mind a circuit pattern, but also heralded something even more ancient, could be seen along with her eyes that pierced through the air. Her feathered crest rose as she sensed some spirits rushing towards her clamoring in excitement. They spun around her head that resembled that of a massive python, making sure they obtained her attention before flitting back through the streets. She followed the streams of lights that trailed from their variously glowing souls through buildings and plazas until she found them swooping around a building in particular, completely collapsed. She could not even make out what it had once been, only that it was no more, and most likely never would be again. Some of the spirits started to dive into the ground, popping up and plunging back down, swirling around her head and wings each clamoring loudly. Faintly beating her many wings she arched her body down and descended into the floor of the dilapidated building as well. The darkness of the ground and rubble did not last long as she entered into what seemed to be a basement of the building. Zal’koat’s gleaming eyes scoured through the pitch black room, her glowing patterns suddenly shining even darker to dispel the shadows. Nothing was moving but she instantly noticed tiny, bundled forms huddled together in a corner and among the spirits that had brought her here small children were suddenly among them, vivid in their utter terror. She crooned sadly as she realized this had been an orphanage and the amount of young souls she could see pained her deeply. As much as she wanted to help all of them she turned instead to the small figures still laying inert. She guessed there to be about thirty but which were still alive was so much less than that. Coiling herself around them she unphased part her body, creating a protective shield around them before arching her head through the ceiling and raising it above the rubble of what was once the building. Looking around she spotted some of her team in the distance, some having found survivors of their own, some still looking. Her head and crest became solidly visible the suddenly crimson feathers coating her body standing out brilliantly against the snowy grey background much more brilliantly than her phased white form had. “I have found many small children down here, I am going to need help removing all this rubble to get them out to safety.” She called to any that was near enough and capable of helping her and the orphans. While she waited she felt some of the forms moving slightly as her soft feathered body began to heat them as it gently coiled around them. But while some stirred others were fading and it was these that she cast her mind out to, doing what she could to ground them to their bodies, promising that life was still worth living despite what lives they had lived previously and the horrors that had recently happened. Some she was able to convince, others were too far gone in too many ways to help with heat and comfort. OOC: I don't really know to much about Spirits so I hope what I had Zal'Koat do was ok. |
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| Isra | Jun 27 2014, 05:12 PM Post #4 |
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His breath plumed in the air, a frigid cloud of moisture unfazed by the admittedly weak heat of the small fire he'd managed to build. There was plenty more fuel if he wished for a larger one, to be sure, and he did wish it, but he also had no desire to accidentally suffocate himself by burning up all of his air or filling the small bubble he was trapped in with smoke. There were cracks to let out said smoke and let in more fresh air, but they weren't precisely reliable and seemed to depend on the direction of the wind blowing outside. Even the modest amount of warmth he managed to glean from the small blaze was worth it, though; it was cold as the void, and if he even wanted to hope to be rescued from this pit, then he had to make sure he didn't freeze to death in the meantime. All things considered, Tytus knew he was incredibly lucky. There was an arm sticking out of the rubble not five feet away that once belonged to someone who had not been so lucky, and had he been standing a foot to the left of where he'd been when the earthquake had stuck, he too might have been reduced to little more than limbs protruding from the debris of this building. Only a support beam wedged in among the tangle of fallen stone and metal had kept this small space from being filled, and him from being buried beneath it... and there was no telling how much longer it was going to hold, not with the weight of the rest of the building atop it, and that of the still falling snow. Already there had been two minor avalanches that had reduced the space he had left to dwell in, and it was only a matter of time before the rest of it came down. He had to escape before then. He'd been through too much to die now, and as cruel as he knew life to be Tytus refused to believe that fate would give him such a golden opportunity as this one only to let him die a slow, agonizing death while waiting to be rescued. If only he was capable of digging himself out... but attempting to do so had been the trigger of one of the minor secondary avalanches he'd endured. No, the best thing to do now was to wait, to stay alive until someone came looking--because someone would come looking. Even if Nondir Security Forces didn't make a sweep for survivors (or at least to perhaps clean up the mess), then the family of his Master--the arm sticking out of the rubble--were sure to send their own security to find the patriarch of their House. They knew that he and his slave were making a trip to the Black Market for certain goods that could only be procured there, knew the shops his Master tended to frequent. They'd need to be quiet about it, to be sure, because while most people assumed the noble families of Nondir didn't exactly obey the letter of the law, it wasn't exactly looked well upon to be openly engaged in illegal activities. Assuming, of course, that they too hadn't perished in the earthquake. Tytus almost hoped that they had, because it meant they wouldn't be able to reclaim him as lost property if he did escape this. The tattoo he wore marking his House of ownership was easy to hide in this bitterly cold winter weather, and the microchip implant unnoticeable unless you knew where to look. He'd need to get that removed as quickly as possible, of course, but attempting to cut it out now was bound to fail. They were tricky, these slave tracking chips; if you tried to dig it out yourself it produced a very painful, sometimes lethal jolt of electricity, depending on where it was placed. His happened to be at the base of his skull, and after having felt the agony of what was considered enough voltage to subdue without killing, he was not keen on accidentally scrambling his own brains. As with everything else in Nondir, there were people who'd remove a slave chip illegally... for a fee. But none of that was going to matter if he didn't escape, and he wasn't willing to bet everything on the chance that someone might come to his rescue. Tytus hadn't relied on anyone but himself for years, not since... So he was going to have to try and find his own way out. There had to be one, and he had an idea of where to look. One of the walls of his temporary prison was wooden, unimpeded by metal or stone from what he was able to see. It might be possible to break his way through if he could fashion a tool of some kind, though there was every chance that the snow and debris on the other side might rain down and kill him. Eventually that was going to be a risk-- Voices. Were those voices he was hearing? Were they actually voices belonging to other people and not just figments of his imagination? Surely, in spite of losing track of just how long he'd been trapped, Tytus hadn't been buried long enough to be losing his mind already. He froze in the midst of chafing his hands together for warmth, his body rigid, holding his breath as he strained to listen, to hear... They were voices! Muffled, yes, but voices all the same, and Tytus almost tripped as he scrambled to his feet, rushing toward the wooden wall. He pressed his ear against it, not daring to believe it, but they were still there--and growing fainter. They didn't know he was here, must assume that if anyone was in this building when it collapsed that they died. They were going to leave him here, and in a fit of sudden, claustrophobic panic, Tytus didn't care who dug him out as long as he got out. He needed to be free, needed these people to not leave him here to die. "HERE!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, the sound shockingly loud after so much silence, and muffled by the weight of the building on top of him. Tytus banged a glove-covered fist as hard as he could against the wood, hammering at it relentlessly. "Here, I'm right here! I'm here, don't--" Were they still leaving? He couldn't tell, his heart pounding too loudly in his ears. Maybe he wasn't being loud enough. Tytus whirled, looking for something, anything, and saw a piece of rebar sticking out from the rubble. He darted over, grabbed it, heaved backward, and almost fell when it came loose with much less resistance than expected. There was still a chunk of concrete stuck to the opposing end, making it almost like a hammer--a hammer he turned and immediately started beating on the wood with. The wall splintered, began to crack, snow and dirt sifting through the openings, and he might end up smothering himself if it broke and there wasn't someone to rescue him, but he had to try, he had to make them hear him. "HEY!" Bang! "I'm here, I'm here!" Bang! "Help me, I'm right here!" Bang! His arms were starting to burn from swinging the makeshift sledgehammer and he was gasping for air, but Tytus drew back for another blow, desperate to be heard. "Come back, don't leave me here!" [OOC: Doesn't have to be a human/elf who rescues him, Tytus just isn't expecting dragons and so is assuming he's hearing human voices. XD] |
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| Reaver | Jul 8 2014, 03:33 PM Post #5 |
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Resident Pun God
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NPC Fire Arulia Arulia ignored the strange Ice dragon's jeer about her mouthy nature; there were lives on the line and she wasn't about to whisper to let them know help had arrived. She didn't want to be too rude to him though. Even though they were in Nondir, the prickly Ice was willing to help rescue for one reason or another. It was heart-warming, almost literally, and that would be useful when they found more refugees. So, imagine her surprise when someone's voice rang out in the weather with word of survivors. She recognized the scoffing sound of the Ice Shadow, and her eye ridges perked up with surprise and excitement. Her head turned to a large Earth dragon. Thario, he was called, or so she thought. He was low to the ground, and had high ridges on his back that could shield from the cold while he transported the survivors to medical teams following in pursuit. Flapping her wings to latch herself to the edge of the roof, where the part hadn't collapsed yet. She found Kozmotis standing near the lone survivor, and she gingerly lifted the child in her claws into the air, and towards the back of the Earth transport dragon. She held them somewhat close to her chest, but not too close as to warm them up quickly enough. Using Arulia as a transport would be a terrible idea; their survivors would die as quick as they would in the cold. But, she gave them enough to tide them over until the medical team could whisk them away. As Thario disappeared, she could hear medical dragons shouting commands. Arulia smiled at Kosmotis, steam flowing from her mouth. ”I'm sure the little one appreciates you. And I do, thanks for helping.” There was too much to do at this point, so she let that be the extent of the conversation. NPC Earth Thario The medical teams picked the small child out from the confines of his protective ridges, and disappeared back towards the remains of whatever hospitals they were heading too. The gruff dragon snorted, pawing away some of the snow collecting on his broad shoulders. Arulia had convinced the simple dragon to help, and he was doing his job well enough. Being a middle man and a protective shield versus the cold was easy enough for him, despite the viscous snot dripping from his snout, freezing to the tip of his maw before it could hit the ground. Because of his, his grunts and voice were slightly nasally, an amusing trait for the large Earth. ”Arulia, I have finished with the little one.” However, the fire dragon in charge of the rescues for the area was speaking with the Ice, and was soon lifting off to look for more survivors. Dutifully plodding behind her, he was stopped by a sily voice calling out to anyone. As the words processed in his thick head, Thario snorted and lumbered towards the voice, thankful that his footsteps were muffled by the snow. Normally they crashed around. When he arrived to the dilapidated building. He couldn't tell how many were in there, but he replied none the less. ”I'm here! Give me a second.” Lacking wings made Thario the poorest choice for the rescuing, but he did his best to gingerly move around the earth around the building, creating a mini-cliff that allowed him to destroy the other side of the building, to clean out the rubble separating him from Zal'koat and the children she'd found. Nestling himself in the curve of the cliff, he let his back down enough for Zal'koat to let the children onto his back, protected by the cold with his ridges and mountainous landscape on his back. He knew where the medical team was, so he'd be fine helping them in order to get them to safety. His tail might have been twitching happily, too. More than a bus, Thario was! NPC Fire Arulia The Fire watched as Thario helped the Spirit dragon that had disappeared into the building. Her heart warmed once more, and she let out a gentle rumble of happiness. They couldn't save everyone, but those they could save had lives ahead of them. She could almost feel her heart beat out of her chest. Wait, no... With her wings flapping, it was almost as if... Tilting her head to the side, lifting an ear to make sure she was hearing something right, the Fire immediately darted to the ground, landing with a soft thud in the muffling snow. The slush cleared as she walked, and the pounding from a house previous was indeed matching her heart. At least, she had thought. Had it stopped? No, she could smell him. ”Are you in there? I thought I heard you!” She cried out, sniffing at each house until another bang and desperate cry was heard. Honing in on the location, Arulia took to the air and hovered at the edge of the house the man was trapped in. ”Watch out!” Her hands clawed at the rocks and fallen beams, dutifully removing them until a waft of smoke was released as soon as she removed a beam blocking her sight from Tytus. Her eyes gleamed and her toothy smile seemed warm. Enough. ”Resourceful. I like it!” She chirped, lowering her warm tail into the descimated building to pick up the rescued man. ”And I can carry you, since you're not currently blue. Hypothermia rules, and all that. Don't want your heart to stop! We have a medical team ready, and i'm sure we can get you some place warm.” Arulia's true nature shone through, and she paused before apologizing. ”Sorry, I'm Arulia. We can chat while we get you to safety.” |
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| Isra | Jul 14 2014, 12:27 PM Post #6 |
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Tytus; tag Arulia Did they hear him? Were they coming back? Tytus didn't know, but he didn't dare risk stopping for fear that he might not be heard. He had to get out of here; he couldn't die like this, lost and forgotten under the rubble. Not after everything he'd been through. So he kept pounding, no matter that his shoulders were aching and his hands were being skinned by the rough metal of the rebar even through his gloves. He kept shouting even though he was running short of breath, gasping for air, close to hyperventilating in his panic. One voice. A very loud voice, growing louder by the second; must be using a megaphone his addled mind decided, because it made sense. They wanted survivors to hear them. It came closer, this voice, and he almost dared to feel relieved; they had heard him! They were coming for him! But he was not free yet, and so Tytus dared not let himself become hopeful. Hope was useful, but it was also a distraction, a diversion to lift you up and then let you crash painfully to the ground. No hope, then, but... anticipation. He was told to watch out, so he stepped back, the makeshift hammer dropping to the floor with a muffled thud that was drowned out by the scrape and heave of the building atop him being shifted. How were they moving the rubble so quickly? And where was all that cold, slushy, dirty water coming from? Oh. Oh. Wan winter light spilled through the opening as the last of the obstructing rubble was pulled away, followed by a bitterly cold, sharp, and yet sweet gust of fresh air. What little heat that had accumulated in the hollow quickly vanished, though not for long; a strange, muscular tendril entered the space, and while Tytus' first instinct was to get away from it, it wrapped around him nonetheless, lifting him from his would-be tomb. And it was warm, so blessedly warm that he clutched at it with his sore hands, feeling the heat through the layers of winter clothing he wore. The man winced as he was drawn out into the brighter light, his eyes taking a moment to adjust, and he wasn't at all certain of what he was seeing... A dragon. Of course dragons would aid in the rescue attempts, that only made sense. Being a slave, however, Tytus hadn't considered the possibility; slaves did not mingle with their betters, particularly not those of dragon-kind. To be so near one so suddenly, after never having seen them as more than a speck in the sky... She was magnificent. A massive beast, almost shimmering in the bitter winter air from the heat radiating off of her hide, and while he wanted nothing more than to press against that heat and be warm again after what seemed like years of cold seeping into his bones, he dared not. Rescued was not safe, not for him. "No!" Perhaps a bit too hastily said, but he carried on nonetheless. "You have my eternal gratitude, dragon Arulia, but I have no need of a doctor. I was one of the lucky few simply shaken about a little." The smile he favored her with was crooked, a little bit manic, though that was to be expected of someone who had just escaped certain death. "Their time is better spent with those who need their aid." Doctors would examine him. Strip him down to look for injury. Find the brand. Find the chip. Send him back to his life as a slave. Tytus was tired of being a slave. |
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| Reaver | Sep 19 2014, 06:56 PM Post #7 |
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Resident Pun God
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NPC Fire Arulia Tag: Tytus The tiny human was wrapped inside her tail, and also wrapped in security. One of the only living survivors they'd been able to find in this excursion, Arulia took an immediate liking to the plain man. She gave a toothy grin, chest puffing with pride as she made sure to nestle him between two spines comfortably. His abode was humble enough, although completely damaged. Her eyes softened as she passed a look at the decimated house. At least she'd saved them. A few more hours and he would have been a goner. Still, she took the beating heart against her skin as a job well done, even though he didn't want to go to the medics. Why? "I'm sorry dear, but we will need to get you checked out soon. As warm as I am, I must share it with others." Even as they spoke, time was ticking. Tytus was lucky, but there could be many a few cases that wouldn't turn out as warm and fuzzy for others. Steadying herself on the ground, she decided to rest a moment, turning her head to watch the medics as she spoke. They were performing CPR on what appeared to be a lifeless corpse. "Such a tragedy is probably reserved for this city." She murmured under her breath, but loud enough for the slave to hear. "Perhaps something is angry with us. Maybe the Celestial above has had enough of Nondir." Her eyes blinked slowly as she turned her head over her shoulder to stare at her human. "Your name?" She asked, slowly moving herself into a walk towards the medics. However, before Tytus could answer, a shout rose through the encampment. One would not dare call it a city anymore. We've found something! But we need some help! Faint enough, in the falling snow, that not many heard it. Screeching to a quick halt from her slow pace, Arulia immediately shoved off the ground, leaving mere footprints where she had stood. forgetting she had a human on her back, she apologized as she took to the air. "Forgive me, but this cannot wait! Do hold on, i'll fly low!" She promised, tucking her arms and legs in to let herself fly lower to the ground. She didn't want to save Tytus, only for him to die falling off dragonback. Snow pelted the hide of the Fire as the weather began to worsen once more, but soon they arrived at the outskirts of the city. Some of the larger, more secure buildings were still relatively salvageable. However, one on the edge had collapsed in on itself, and the building beside it decided to fall onto it as well. A few dragons surrounded the building, gingerly taking pieces of rubble one at a time. Someone was in the building, someone large. More than likely, it was a trapped dragon. As Arulia landed, the ground shook and the building gave an unsteady creak of protest. A high-pitched whine could be heard from the inside. "Hello! You there, on the inside!" Usually calm with strength and dignity, Arulia's voice was troubled. "We're here! My name is Arulia, and we're here to get you out!" Arulia's introduction was only met with another whine. The dragon inside was incapable of speaking, probably due to fear. Gruff, Arulia shook her shoulder, casting her back to the right, making sure to toss Tytus off into her outstretched palm. She didn't want to hurt him, but she did want him off of her quickly. "Stop moving the building! Don't touch it anymore. We're only going to make the situation worse at this point. It's going to collapse at any moment!" Arulia let Tytus down onto the ground and surveyed the building with her eyes. "Dear one, I know we have only just met, but I must as a favor of you. We are too large to get inside, but we need your help to survey the damage inside and to help calm down whatever is in there. It is probably too weak to attack you. You need to look for weak spots inside, and where the rubble isn't supported. But, don't touch anything. Will you do this for us, please?" Another whine came from the inside, weaker this time. The Fire met Tytus's eyes. "We may lose them if not." Your choices are: Help the Rescue team and continue with special plot -or- Refuse and get checked out by medical personnel [red]MOD INDUCED SPECIAL POST, PLEASE REPLY HERE Note: Please feel free to keep using this thread for your made up NPCs and rescue attempts. This is a special plot for Isra, which is why i'm moving the plot for her to a different thread. |
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