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Smoke in the Sky; The Burning of Haven Begins....
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Topic Started: Sep 20 2017, 07:31 AM (268 Views)
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Teragaia
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Sep 20 2017, 07:31 AM
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At first it was subtle.
Unnoticeable.
A tiny cloud in the late evening sky that only the most perceptive might have wondered at, as there was something... odd about it. But then, like a vapor, it was simply gone.
A moment later, the forest ignited!
With a roar leaves crackled and curled, bark burned, and tongues of flame leapt joyfully destructive from one place to the next. Birds and animals fled screaming from the agonizing death that sped towards them.
But not all were able to escape, and some - namely a certain community of creatures, the first and thus far only Bondable companions with a society and village of their own - found themselves cut off and battling the flames from consuming what they had only just this past spring fully completed.
The Grathkin are in peril! The drums beat calling for aid! Heroes of the Weyr - will you answer the call?
************* What are needed: People to battle the blaze. People are needed to find the injured and transport them to safety. Healers are needed.
Post as much as you like. Replies will be intermittent. Mini-Event will end when enough has been done.
Good luck!
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Sep 28 2017, 01:12 AM
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Tide had noticed the fire. How could she not? The crackle of the flames, even though they were far off in the forest, put her on edge. Her muscles tensed up even as her companions moved about her to press up against her and try to offer what comfort they could for her. Suddenly, the drums sounded out and Tide turned a sharply towards the sound. Once the message was deciphered, her hands flew to her mouth as her eyes widened. "No..." Frozen for just a moment, she quickly jumped into action as she sailed from the porch. "Lenaarth! Itkhakath! I need you!" As she ran to where the dragons were landing, she turned back as she heard steps behind her. Jason had heard her scream out and already knowing his mother's fear of fire, had thought she had panicked. Noticing the drums message though, he quickly figured out what was going on.
"I'm coming with you." Jason planted his feet firmly, not wanting to be swayed in the least. Tide opened her mouth to argue with him and then sighed. There was no point in it. Chances were high that he would just sneak off after she was gone. While not her biological son, he still did share her need to help others when danger struck. But that didn't mean she wouldn't keep him out of as much danger as she could.
"No. You are not coming with me. Instead, take Kekena, Agios, Ayiama, Sinet, Alaric, Malak-ar, Aloe, Charlie Biscuit, and Sentinal with you to the place where we will be taking the injured." She knew that Malak-ar would have wanted to go with her as well and indeed, the sharp look she got from the Grathkin was enough to confirm it. "You all will be needed to help the healers there and to keep everyone there safe. I...I do not feel comfortable leaving the injured without protection. I do not believe this fire was an accident or even illogical field related." The prophecy rolled around in her head even as she knew that the fire probably didn't have anything to do with it. But there were also the other small fires that had been popping up. Almost like a test. It left a bad taste in her mouth and a sour feeling in her gut.
Moving closely to Malak-ar, she laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. "They will need you more at the healing station than battling the flames. You, having been away from the camp, would probably be one of the few that could help the healers treat and take care of the wounded. Plus, I am trusting you to keep Jason safe and there. Please Malak-ar. Trust in me and the others to bring your kin to safely." Malak-ar nodded. She could tell he still wanted to help, but knew that he was needed elsewhere as well.
With that settled, she watched as Jason started to gather up everyone. Those that weren't going were milling about. Almost on the prowl for something. Shaking her head as she climbed up on Lenaarth, she didn't get far before Bob bounded around the corner and slide to a clumsy stop right beside them. Sand sprayed everywhere and Tide spit some out of her mouth. The zombie t-rex still unsettled her just a bit, but he appeared to mean no harm so Tide let him be. "Fine. You can come too Bob. Let us go now. Be safe Jason!"
"You too mom!" He watched as the dragons took to the skies, Bob following along on the ground. Turning to the gathering, he moved to climb up on Sinet. "Alright guys! Let's move out. Faster we get there, faster we can help."
Both groups were off. Tide to help find the injured and get them to safety while Jason and his group were going to help the healers. Even if some of them lacked the skills, they can be gofers and muscle. Which sometimes was just as helpful. Sometimes.
((Hahahah! Tide is in. The others will probably trickle in as I get them done. Tide, despite her fear of fire, is off to transport the wounded while Jason and his gaggle of companions are heading to help out the healers. Hope that is okay~))
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Oct 6 2017, 04:42 AM
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Retsom Smoke may have began to drift into the air yet Retsom was in the treeline farther down the mountain he lived on. He was sitting in the middle of the trees with his Grathkin companion across from him.
They both stared at each other in silence as the rest of his bonded wandered through the trees. Eyes closed he let the sounds of movement, the wind teasing across the branches, Loranz chattering about something at the base of a tree. There was even the sound of Valasta preening her feathers as she refused to wander through the trees.
A soft, shifting sound caught his attention, tensing in preparation to pounce on the bonded. The drums shattered his concentration though, eyes popping open as he listened to them. Del'klin looked him in the eye, worry barely furrowing his brow as he stood up with Retsom.
"Tanzanth and Obsinith with me, the rest of you go with Valasta and Del'klin back home." His companions emerged from the trees, following his guide without question as he shifted partially. Shaking his wings out from the popping change he pushed himself off into the air. Smoke would be easy to find and follow after all.
Obsinith drifted along as a sand cloud behind him as Tanzanth flew circles around him. They would follow what they could see in the distance, a billowing smoke cloud coming out of the forests. When they were close enough Retsom would finish the transformation so he could scoop large mounds of dirt up and drop them on the flames.
Tanzanth would release blasts of snow out into the heat, the cold spray turning to water almost immediately. Obsinith would be playing ground control, letting small patches of sand smother out tiny flames that were left behind in the wake of the other two. -------------- Ixeh Laughter drifted over the sands of the beach as Ixeh was rolled by Praneeth as bounded over the sands. There was a sudden calm to her excitable dragon as she looked down the beach. They could see their distant neighbor taking to the air.
That was when the sounds of the drums registered, beating louder than her thundering heart had been. Clambering up she dashed back into her little seaside hut, snagging her bag of possessions. Calling to Corain to come join her as Yozak wrapped his little tentacles about her bag strap.
With that she was off, looking to see what she could do best to help, feeling healing would be better with fire. Praneeth would be pushing her up off the ground every few steps to push her faster. She really would need to get a saddle for her friend soon so that she could fly everywhere easier.
Corain on the other hand just took the opportunity to bound up the tail and cling to the dragon's back. Who said that those shorter legs would have to run when there was someone moving faster. And so much back between those wings.
To the healing center! Wherever it may be!
Edited by Retsom, Oct 19 2017, 07:34 PM.
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Oct 10 2017, 07:49 AM
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Queens Wing, form up! Maintain formation on fireline approach, and remember to AIM your water drops!
Sandasa's mental commands were sharp and precise and left no room for misunderstanding as the Queens Wing spread out in the new formation -- a staggered set of lines utilizing every flying queen the Weyr could spare, particularly from the usual combat ranks -- and homed in on the plumes of smoke blanketing the horizon.
Mialuth made little fuss over the lack of visibility, though certain queens (we aren't naming Barandath or anything) almost panicked without Yuleth's...substantial presence enforcing calm telepathically.
Linah was equally unbothered by the suffocating clouds. Her lungs crackled with her inner lightning, repairing themselves as quickly as the smoke caused theoretically irreparable damage.
The plan was that they'd release their baskets of water over the fire. If they could see the fire. Thankfully they had spotter Hellhounds or this would be a lot more difficult, but given Hellhounds could walk into fire unharmed, it was fairly easy for a few cooperative ones to give some directions...knowing full well any dishonesty was going to be met with Yuleth's temper.
Other characters to join later I just have no steam now >.>;;
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Oct 10 2017, 08:50 AM
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It wouldn't be hard to find Jeremi. He was a healer by nature and that was where he went. Burn wounds were never fun to treat at the best of times and this wasn't exactly the best of times. Toss in the fact that Jeremi was not a vet and that added on a level of stress that he could deal with. For the most part anyway. He was still getting used to the fact that on this world, the animals talked and technically some weren't even consider animals? He swore he saw a dog walking around during the dragon bonding, but at the same time, he really didn't know since everyone was changed in one way or other there.
Chaos almost reigned supreme. Almost due to the fact it was a control chaos. The kind that happened when there was so many people running about and the wounded either being treated or complaining about this or that. Everyone knew the job they had to do though and that made the chaos not that bad. So long as you knew what was what.
Gertude was among those in the healer area as well. For nothing more than the fact that she had a way with knots should the need call for it. While binding and covering burn wounds was ill advised, some of the injured were coming in with more than just burn wounds. Rissi was with the other dragons, helping them dump water on the fire and keeping Gertude informed on incoming and outgoing as much as she could.
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"I will protect what is mine with a will forged like a diamond."- Mildred Fresi
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Oct 17 2017, 06:50 AM
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Amidst the crackling flames and snapping wood of the forest, the Grathkin were doing what they could to save their home. Some were trying to put out the flames with whatever methods came to hand, others were escorting those too injured, too young, or too old to assist to places of safety. And a small percentage were scrambling desperately to gather up what progress had been made on their society – the books and medicines and items they had made, things that they had all but lost the first time their home had been destroyed – though it was clear that much would be consumed by the flames unless something was done.
And it was.
From above came Retsom with the dragon Praneth and Mistwatcher Obsinith, fighting the flames. They were the first of a handful of those weyr dragons with cold-based breath weapons, and as such first saw the absolute devastation the wild forest fire was causing. Almost an acre was already in flames, and that area was quickly expanding with each second! Retsom's dirt and Praneth's snow would be doing its work, though, and it looked like perhaps they would win without much hassle -
… until another flare of fire would suddenly kick up, tongues of crimson red igniting the leaves in a separate patch off to their left, almost directly in the path of some of those fleeing the destruction. From below screams of those now trapped could be heard.
Down lower, smothering the lingering embers, Obsinith would observe something odd, however: a cloud of dark gray smoke, moving against the breeze created by the fire's heat and dragon wings, darting – yes darting! - towards that direction, moments before the new fire erupted...
Tidesweep meanwhile would find as she, Lenaarth, and Bob braved the fires ('braved' being the primary word there as for one who was fire-phobic like Tide herself going into this was an extraordinary show of courage) to look for survivors. And would they find them! A score of Grathkin, led by a group of three Lagra Grathkin whom at first were alarmed by the sight of the zombie T-rex, and readied themselves to fight. Perhaps, Tide, getting down there quickly to let them know it's not an enemy putting them between a rock and a hard place could be useful?
((Tidesweep may powerplay the group of rescued victims she has found: Three Lagra, five Cygru, and a Tansin with a broken wing. Refer to the Database entry for Grathkin if more information is needed on these ranks.))
The arrival of Linah and the others of the Queen's Wing would be a fortuitous thing, for even as the second flare-up burst into scorching life close by to Retsom, more patches of crimson flame licked up through the trees. From their high vantage point these new fires would actually be starting to encircle the Grathkin community, as if attempting to cut it off from any hope of rescue. The spotter Hellhounds on the ground would have no trouble finding fires for them to fight – they'd be everywhere!
Meanwhile, at the healing tent, Jason and his entourage would be the first to arrive after the Weyr's own efforts. The tent was set up what was deemed a safe distance away from the forest, yet still close enough to ensure the wounded would be able to get to them easily enough, and along the shoreline so just in case things went bad the ocean itself would provide a source of water. Two dragons, both to relay those in need of more intensive healing, ferry supplies, and if need be function as a last line of defense against the flames. Close behind him were Ixeh with her group, then Jeremi, and Gertude as well. Larandaithiel would be heading things up, as predictable, barking orders and quickly putting everyone to work making or organizing supplies hopefully before any injured actually arrived.
Of course, when the first ones started trickling in it was still way too soon, and it was a heart-stopping sight that momentarily caused all activity within the tent to cease: about half a dozen Grathkin, some supporting others, some managing to stumble in on their own. Some were burned, others were half-choked from smoke. And a few had injuries from their escape, scrapes and cuts and ripped wing-feathers.
"You!" Larandaithiel barked at Jason, pointing a split second later to a Sh'na'ka with patches of fur missing from burns whom two assistants were helping ease onto a cot. "See to her!" Another Sh'na'ka, a male, was assigned to Jeremi – hopefully he could take care of her badly cut and burned arm and leg – while Ixeh's known talents would make the Weyrhealer direct her over to a pair of female Tansin, relatively unhurt beyond some minor if painful burns but almost hysterical with terror. Gertude would get a slightly worse draw of the cards, as she would find herself assigned to a female Lagra. Though the warrior Grathkin would be badly burned on her back and wings, it was clear she'd gotten those wounds defending her infant, held close to her chest and breathing raggedly. As for the Weyrhealer himself, he would a moment later be trying to save the life of a Nagakt whom not only was scorched by the flames, but had some shards of wood embedded in his torso; too close to the initial burst of fire, or so one of those who'd carried him in said.
Ominously, though, some of the burns would also have dark lining – streamers – emerging from them, and any visible skin around them would look greenish. Definitely not normal.
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You may freely improvise what your characters try to solve the situations put before you. You can wrap it in one 'turn' or have it be a process that takes many 'turns' of actions/posts.
As a recap:
Retsom and Linah (and the Queen's Wing) are sucessfully extinguishing some of the flames, but more are catching and starting to surround the Grathkin Community. Those assistant Hellhounds and Obsinith on the ground are seeing off wisps of smoke that seem to act not according to nature, and appear moments before a blaze starts.
Tidesweep has found some survivors in need of escort out. She may powerplay them as needed.
Jason was assigned a Sh'na'ka Grathkin to heal; she is burned and missing patches of fur.
Jeremi also has a Sh'na'ka to tend; he is badly cut with some burns like perhaps a tree branch fell on him.
Ixeh has been 'requested' to try and calm down a pair of female Tansin who are panicking in addition to minor wounds.
Gertude was pointed to a female Lagra, badly burned, and her offspring whom is suffering from smoke inhalation and struggling to breathe.
ALL of the injured are showing strange signs around their burns, though what this means has yet to be revealed.
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Oct 19 2017, 08:56 PM
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Retsom
Progress. Yes, progress to get this done. The smoke made his lungs burn, his eyes watered even in this form. Yet he kept dumping dirt on the fires, Tanzanth right there trying to cover it all in snow.
It all seems to keeping coming back in new spots. We need to stay calm and keep working at this in sections though. Calm. Tanzanth sent the calming words through Retsom's mind as his panic began to rise.
It helped beat back the growing urge to cave and just let loose with the acid over top the flames. Acid on fire would just make this ten times worse and leave absolutely nothing but destruction. He took a moment to beat back from the heat and mayhem.
Retsom there smoke. Wrong move. Odd it is. Obsinith's broken mindspeak pulled Retsom's attention, watching the black sand weave between trees below after... Smoke?
On the ground Obsinith would reform, turquoise eyes intent on where she had last seen some of the smoke moving in the wrong direction. Something was out here with her and the hellhounds.... But what?
For now she would just have to follow and see what she could see while the rest continued to try and stop the fires from surround the Grathkin community.
----------------------------------- Ixeh
There were some new faces about for Ixeh but then again maybe she would really seem to be the new face. She would send of Praneeth to assist in gathering anything that the weyrhealer would direct they would want.
It was nice to have someone else in charge of things like this, nice not to be the one in charge. So Ixeh easily slipped into the role she was given, bringing the two Tansin over to settle out of the way of the most traffic. She would pull forth her little container of saltwater, wetting the ink stick and fusing energy into it.
She would then track her brush through it before drawing a symbol over their small wounds. It would then infuse a sense of warmth and calm over the Tansin. Corrain would settle by their furry legs and look as calm as as still pond.
It was odd though, she went to wipe away the ink from the minor burns to find them still there. Normally the ink would help to scab over and encourage healing. It made her look a little closer, trying to keep a pleasant face so they would keep their calm.
"Do burns here normally turn greenish? Burns turn skin black on my world." She would look towards Larandaithiel as she asked, a little lost on how to treat the green parts.
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Oct 29 2017, 06:29 AM
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The smoke that Obsinith would be tracking was definitely NOT of the normal kind. It defied wind, defied thermodynamics, defied everything that was natural about smoke. Even were one accounting for the IF, this would be odd.
It was almost... sentient.
Case in point as the sand materialized she would see a cloud of this 'smoke' settle on a bush, which would smolder then burst into flames. It was almost the reverse of what was normal: instead of the fire making the smoke, the smoke caused the fire!
Then the Mistwatcher would suddenly find herself in peril as her right flank would be the subject of both intense heat and a sharp pain not unlike many wasp stings all at once. A quick glance showed some of the 'smoke' had seemingly taken offense at her investigation and landed on her! Her fur began to smolder and deeper, where the 'smoke' touched flesh, black-green lines began to form.
Time to see how fast a Mistwatcher could whirl out of danger!
Meanwhile, above, some of the smoke that was rising would also start to behave strangely, gliding towards the firefighting dragons in spite of the beating of their wings. Retsom and Praneth, being ones of the first on the scene, would be the first targets as small - things! Yes, there were definitely things in the smoke, tiny things moving so fast it was impossble to make out any details – rushed towards them. The first ones to graze either would instantly make hide sting and burn as if touched by flame, and from the edges of the point of contact black-green lines would begin to radiate.
The Queen's Wing wouldn't be in any less danger as more of this not-smoke came after them, forcing them to scatter Between with as much speed and agility as they could muster, as if this was the legendary Thread they were fighting and not a forestfire!
Meanwhile, back at the Healing Tent...
Ixeh's calming power and her gentle strokes over the pair's injuries would indeed have the desired effect, at least upon their panic. First one Tansin, then the other would stop boarderline-hyperventalating and huddle together for comfort as much as because they were so worn and in pain that neither could even really sit up on their own.
At her question, Larandaithiel looked over his shoulder from his own work, eyed the wounds on Ixeh's patients, then looked back at his own.
"… No, not to my knowledge." He scowled, a dangerous expression to anyone that knew him or had to work with him, then he spoke up, "We may be dealing with some kind of poisonous agent." Though the announcement had some of the injured murmuring nervously, it was probably the Weyrhealer's intention that those performing the actual treatments not be blindsided by a possible cross-contamination. "Wear gloves and lets get some anti-venoms and anti-toxins in here, now!" Assistants quickly moved to the dragon-brought crates of supplies and found the few requested vials that had been brought, while two of the attendant dragons and their Riders went back for more.
******************* Do not be concerned if you haven't posted - this update is to keep the momentum flowing as well as reveal new information:
The 'Smoke' that has been seen seems to be swarms of tiny, ashy-colored creatures that upon touch ignite flammable surfaces like plants and fur, scorch non-flammable surfaces like metal and flesh, and cause black-green streamers of infection.
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The smoke gave the Mistwatcher pause, solidifying as it watched the smoke start a fire. Just as she was going to speak with Retsom of it her flank stung. Yelping she would change back to sand, flitting away as fast as it could.
Black sand would slide between the already ruined trees and land, dashing for whatever shelter from smoke there could be. Obsinith would occassionally solidify again to dash amongst the damp ashes, glancing back to see if the smoke was still there.
Above Retsom was getting the idea that the smoke was not normal. Tanzanth gave a small cry as some of the platinum scales blackened as the touch of the smoke grazed the left flank.
"Go Between, get away from this." Retsom would bellow at his companion, watching as his friend would open the rift. Then Tanzanth would be gone from view with the other dragons.
On the other hand Retsom flew away as fast as he could, the smoke grazing at his acid resistant scales. It barely registered there yet when it touched the side of his face, burned through some of his clothes, that was when it would find skin.
Releasing a spray of acid into the smoke cloud he would dive down away from it and look for Obsinith. While he was doing that Tanzanth would come back into view, moving close to them. ----------------------------------- The frown she had gotten in return had seemed fairly understandable since she was uncertain what she was dealing with as well. Thus when the nervousness spiked Ixeh would push a little more soothing energy into the ink and marks.
It was tempting to do one with a wider spread energy spell yet it could also be counter effective to the ones working she thought. She did not know the others here and what they needed to work best after all. So she would wait for further instruction, put the gloves on and just went about trying to soothe those assigned to her as best as possible.
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Jan 16 2018, 03:13 AM
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Tide clutched at the straps holding her in place on Lenaarth's back. It took all of her will to not undo them and attempt to flee. Especially as the flames and the smoke came into view. Not that there was anywhere to flee to on top of a dragon. At least for her. It was a long drop and while Bob was keeping a fairly good place, he had trees and rocks in the way that Lenaarth just flew over that slowed him down so he wasn't exactly a safety net.
Not that his small arms made a good safety net to begin with, but he would at least try.
It didn't take long for them to come across a group in need of help. Just as Lenaarth was circling for a landing, Bob crashed onto the scene. Literally almost as he took out a burning tree or two as he skidded to a stop just short of the Larga who were about to take out more chunks of his hide. He had seen those stances before and curled back his lips, exposing his teeth at the winged monkeys.
The reactions of both the Grathkin and Bob loosened some of Tide' fear and she was able to find her voice. "Wait a minute! Bob! Stand down!" As Lenaarth carefully landed (still took a few trees though and the smoke nearly choked Tide), Tide was busy undoing her straps. Tears stung her eyes as she finally slide off the dragon and approach the group. "Please..." She had to pause for a second as her voice came out more like a croak than an actual sound. Clearing her throat, she tired again. She was still horse, but at least she wasn't making a frog's mating call. "Please. Bob means you no harm. He may look fearsome, but I have no issues with him hurting me."
She didn't mention that the kicker was that he hadn't hurt her. She couldn't say the same about some of her companions. But thankfully, Bob's snaps never had much force behind them and most of her companions were quick enough on their feet to avoid the teeth.
"He only wants to help. As do Lenaarth and I. Is this everyone in your group?" She was counting them even as one of the Cygru stepped forward cautiously and nodded. Naturally, there were groups spread throughout, but this was all that was in their band. The fire had spread so rapidly that no one could form a single evacuation point let alone a single gathering point. It was almost like the fire didn't want them to be saved. Which was a silly idea...Right?
No wanting to dwell on it, Tide quickly got to work. Direction Bod to keep an eye on the fire and at bay as much as he can, Tide moved to help the Tansin up onto Lenaarth first. As the only one in the group with an injury that didn't involve burns, Tide figured they should be the first ones flown out. If something happened to shorten their time of course. Next up was the three Lagra. It took a bit more convincing on their part as they wanted to get the Cygrus strapped in first till Tide pointed out that given their size, it would be better for the rest of them to get strapped in and hold the Cygrus. As small as they were, they could easily be held. There wasn't enough straps for everyone, but she hoped and prayed to the universe that the illogical field didn't decide to do anything that would endanger them because of it. Trying to distribute all the smaller Grathkin among them proved to be a bit difficult. She didn't want to give one to the Tansin so that left her with three to hold and no real way to hold onto Lenaarth other than with her legs and the saddle indents.
Taking a deep breath, she quickly scrambled up and settled behind all the Grathkin. Whistling to Bob who had been knocking down trees and pushing up dirt and vegetation to try and keep the fire at bay. It was mildly successful, but it was time to leave now. Giving Lenaarth the go ahead, she held her breath as Lenaarth gathered up her muscles to do a dead jump into the air. Bob waited patiently, head tilted to the side and tail wagging, fanning the flames. A heartbeat passed and then another. On the third one, they were airborne, Bob running off in the same direction that Lenaarth was flying. Provided nothing happened, they should all arrive at the medical station safely.
((Here is Tide's post. Took me way too long to post this for which I apologize. The others should be coming along soon, but I figured to avoid a nice big wall of text, to at the very least make a couple of separate posts. At least. ))
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"I will protect what is mine with a will forged like a diamond."- Mildred Fresi
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Feb 8 2018, 02:07 AM
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Jason saluted to Larandaithiel before he moved over to take care of his patient. He knew very little on how to treat burns and such, but he did know that the first step to helping any injury was to clean the wound. So that is what he started doing. Grabbing a bowl of warm water and a clean rag, he gave the Sh'na'ka a warm smile before settling down beside her. "Hello! I'm Jason. Here to help and what not. Sorry I don't know much, but I will do my best. I will be cleaning your wounds and this...Well, it might sting so while I understand the urge to possibly hit me, I would like it if you didn't. I happen to think I have a pretty good face and I would have for you to ruin that." Of course at this last part he winked to show he was joking as he started to carefully and as gently as possible, clean the wound. It was awful looking. Black streamers and the skin that wasn't burn but close to it was greenish. Almost like moss was growing there he thought as he removed the dead skin and debris near the burns. "I think they have some ointment to dull the pain and possible help. If you would like that, that is." Having grown up with medical personal stabbing and slathering him up without his permission, Jason wasn't about to do the same while his patient was still conscious.
Jeremi moved with efficiently as he took in his Sh'na'ka's wounds. The cuts and burns would be taken in with a trained eye and then he would have to do a double take. The skin was greenish and he didn't think that was a natural condition for the creature in front of him. Not quite sure if it was an effect of the burn or if infection was already starting to set in, he set about to cleaning, stitching, and all around fixing up the wound to prevent infection from either advancing or setting in.
Gertude paused for a second and then silently curses Larandaithiel to all the Hells and back. She was not medically trained beyond the basics. How as a infant who could barely breath and a mother with at least second degree if not higher ranked burns along her back basic? She was far out of her expertise here and was about to tell the healer that when she saw him treating someone even worse off than her own assignment. Cursing still in her own head, she moved towards the pair and held out her hands to start signing. That was one thing she had blessedly picked up at least and so communication wasn't going to be an issue here. "May I please have your baby so you can lay down on your stomach?" It would be a few moments before the Larga mother would relinquish her child, but she did so eventually.
Taking the child as the mother got settled, Gertude bent her head down to the baby's chest to check its breathing. What she could hear wasn't a good sign. Carefully, she checked the baby's air passageways for any blockages before coming to the conclusion that it was smoke inhalation that was causing it and once more, Rissi was privy to a string of curses about how she knew nothing beyond getting the baby some cleaner air. Raking a hand through her hair, she dragged another cot over and made the baby as comfortable as possible next to the mother as some of Tide's companions that had come over with Jason moved over to start helping Gertude tend to the back of the mother. Rissi...I don't know what to do...I can't....I can't... Rissi was having none of it and sharply rebuked Gertude for that attitude. All the silver rider could do was her best and they all just had to hope it was enough in the end.
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"The waves have their own music...Are you listening?" - Tidesweep
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"I will protect what is mine with a will forged like a diamond."- Mildred Fresi
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Feb 18 2018, 08:51 AM
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Obsinith's sudden change of form would, as the method of transformation was designed to do, negate the attack from the 'smoke,' or rather the little things in the smoke, and allow an escape! The things would be utterly unable to harm the Mistwatcher in her sand form, and after only a few minutes they would utterly dissolve into ashes and fall to the forest floor, so much powder and utterly harmless.
Regretfully for Retsom his acidic breath would be only half effectual against the clouds that were now so close to him that he would be able to see what they appeared to be: tiny insect-like creatures the color of ashes with even tinier fire-red eyes. These things would shed bits of black as they flew, almost seeming to diminish in size even as they chased after him only to utterly disintegrate a few minutes in the open air, and those that actually touched him would perish instantly even as they stung and burned. Probably a fortunate thing as Tanzanth and the others returned, popping in at differing points to release more water down upon the fires.
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Gloves donned and vials of anti-toxin and anti-poison at hand, Ixeh would find her calming ministrations having swift effect to the point that her pair dozed, lightly, but dozed nevertheless. The medicines would be the topical sort, and from around her those who were applying them would be calling back that it was making the wounds ooze.
"Good!" Weyrhealer Larandaithiel called back. "Wipe it away and keep at it!" Through all of this his hands never stopped moving over his self-assigned patient, fighting with everything he had to save a life.
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Tidesweep's decisions concerning the Grathkin's positioning on Lenaarth's back proved to be a sound one, as the takeoff went smoothly and they were in the air without losing anyone or causing any undue discomfort to the injured.
But their evac wouldn't quite be flawless, as the same 'smoke' that was scattering dragons left and right in the sky made a line for them! Oddly enough, even though the trail that came for them had to pass right by Bob, it almost utterly ignored him.
One more maneuver for a daring escape!
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The Sh'na'ka chuckled at Jason's jokes as he cleaned her wounds with only a little minor flinching. She certainly looked a sight, what with her fur singed and ever her rank's trademark long whiskers all but gone.
I *flinch* do not believe I have it in me – to hit you even if I – wanted to, she managed to reply, though her tail curled tightly around the leg of the cot to try and deal with the pain. At the mention of medicine she nodded eagerly. Please. Perhaps it was a sign of how much pain and shock she was in that she didn't even try to speak in her rank's predilection for cryptic replies. The moment the pain-relieving oitment touched her, she relaxed almost to the point of bonelessness, eyes closing in keen relief.
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Jeremi's professional approach would be quite a boon to the Sh'na'ka under his care; it was almost like having the Weyrhealer on hand himself! Almost as soon as the Grathkin would be laid down he would be unconscious, so there would be no resistance to his efforts at cleaning, stitching and in general medicine-applying. His trained healer's touch would also catch something about the streamers: they were very hot to the touch, almost like they were liquid fire beneath the veins. Perhaps a clue?
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Though the babe would put up a tiny fuss as Gertude separated mother and child, the Lagra would just quietly shush her child and he would consent to be placed on the separate cot. There would be very little limb movement but even though ragged the breathing would be constant at least.
Save... my child... please. The mark of a true mother: willing to sacrifice herself for her offspring. Without her child in her arms any longer, there would be no trouble rolling the Lagra onto her stomach so her injuries could be assessed.
The wings took the brunt of the flames, and there were almost no feathers present on the blistered skin. Beneath her fur had managed to protect her some, but the skin was red and heat radiated from it. Reasonably cooling the area would make the most sense, and as some of the healer's assistance were passing around buckets of cool water and cloths that could be unfolded to a considerable size that would at least be easy.
The Lagra would present another danger, however: her wounds would show an extraordinary amount of streamers along her wings and the exposed parts of her back. While gloves seemed to be successful in blocking cross-contamination, they were progressing almost right before the silver rider's eyes.
Several bottles and jars of medicine would sit on a shelf: perhaps something there could be of use?
((You are free to powerplay how you choose to treat her, whether it's by dumb luck or deductive reasoning, or what have you.))
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Even as the struggle within the tent was raging, a bugle from a Brown Pureblood dragon outside would sound of danger, eyes whirling crimson.
"Some sort of smoke, headed this way!" His Rider shouted as she pointed. A moment later all Bonded to dragons would be told the truth of the 'smoke' by Y'dreth, helping at the firebreak point.
The Smoke brought fire, and to touch it was to suffer and perish.
Riders outside leapt to their Dragons, knowing that those inside were particularly vulnerable. But could they really burn – or freeze, shock, or what have you - smoke out of the air?
0000000000000 ((Ok, finally picking this thing back up! Probably another round or two before I wrap it up, so get those posts in.
Consider that if I have left your segments a bit vague that you have free reign to do whatever you please to accomplish your goal. There's no right or wrong answer here.
Also, if you desire to interact with the problem growing at the healer's tent, obviously you may or the NPCs can cover it.
Lastly, if you have any questions about this PM Kay, and she'll try to asnwer.))
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May 15 2018, 12:50 AM
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I can't see, K'reesh!
"Easy, heart, just follow the screaming!" That was not advice Khareesh enjoyed giving, but it was useful enough for the here and now. Myth's lightning breath was useless to battle the flames, Khareesh himself had only nominal medical training, neither of them was strong enough for sustained firefighting.
The one thing they could do was locate the needy and evacuate them to safety. With line of sight occluded by smoke and flames, the sounds of screams were the one real navigational aid genasi and dragon had guiding them to where they were most needed.

Hurry, Shrayla, we've not much time.
"I know."
Normally, in a time of crisis, heading up to the infirmary is not where one would find Shrayla. However, in this specific instance she had already made some fruitless and futile efforts at firefighting and rescue, and having failed at those she thought perhaps finally she should go to the one place she thought she might be of some use.
Ranger charms, healing artifacts, potions, bandages, Sehanine's prayers of faith, the trick was going to be getting there in some manner of timely fashion.
Werewolf and Gryphon found Weyrhealer Larandaithiel and several other faces Shrayla could not yet put a name to working on the injured.
I come bearing words of healing, Sehanine announced.
"And I have spells, potions, bandages," Shrayla added, addressing all of the healers in the med tent. "Tell me where you need me."

BETWEEN, NOW!
Mialuth obeyed without question shortly before a suspiciously wriggly cloud of smoke would have engulfed her, blinking back in what passed for clear air to allow Linah to drop another basket of water on yet another patch of fire.
Vos? What-?
The smoke is alive! It's creating the fire -- if it touches you, you burn!
Ahead, more. I can't between away from this entirely, Mialuth warned, and Linah had that much cautioning before a band of smoke wrapped around her arm and came between with them.
Linah's going to have a great deal of fun when they pop back. ^^ Which, I mean. She heals fast, so burn her as much as you'd like, it won't stick.
Khareesh has no idea where he's going because he can't see, so anywhere's fine. Shrayla just needs instructions so she doesn't step on anyone's toes.
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Jun 17 2018, 12:17 AM
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Khareesh Entering into the firefight – literally! - was entering into pure chaos. Dragons and Riders everywhere, trying to fight the flames and now apparently the smoke itself, cries from below and in the air, and under it all the crackling of the remaining flames. With the Smoke Creatures focusing on the dragons, any efforts to douse the flames would be considerably more effective, and the fire was at least being contained.
Over this, the genasi's ears would pick up the sounds they'd been listening for: cries for help! Winging around to get closer and peering down, the pair would see in a clearing, surrounding on all sides by flames and fallen trees, two Noble Dalga Grathkin protectively flanking a Noble female Grathkin, one of white fur and no wings, graceful of build and almost, when views closely, like a hybrid of human and simian: Matriarch Lakada of the Stoneheart Legion herself!
They would be moving slowly, one of the wings of her guards hanging awkwardly, not broken but definitely injured, and the other would be limping. Of the Matriarch herself, she would have her head bowed and be leaning heavily on one. Perhaps it was smoke, perhaps heat, or maybe even a thus-far unseen wound that caused her to slow. But the one she wasn't leaning on had spotted the blue dragon in the sky and was flaring his remaining good wing up and down for attention, calling out with all the oomph his smoke-choked and heat-scorched lungs could muster.
Here! Down here, Dragonrider!
Shrayla When Shrayla and Sehanine entered the frantic and now fire-causing Smoke Creature-threatened infirmary, they encountered a storm of both activity and chaos.
And Weyrhealer Larandaithiel was the eye in the center of the hurricane.
The moment they entered and made their offers, the elf glanced their way, then quickly turned back to his own patient.
"Whichever of you is stronger in your magic, get over here and help me. This infection is spreading faster than I can counter it – we need magic! The other..." Another quick glance around, hands never ceasing their movement, and he growled out a sound of frustration; far too many wounded, far too few healers! " - start with R'ege; he got a faceful of smoke and some of those blasted things out there got under his flight jacket before Rununth could get Between." The bluerider was laid out on a cot actually near the edge of the tent, moaning as he struggled to breathe and an assistant healer was bathing his chest burns in wet cloth, but the streamers that were present in all the cases was clearly a cause for concern. Just on the other side of the thin fabric a dragon's worried croon could be heard.
Linah Vos' warning came just in time the first time, though not so fortunate the second. Linah would have just a breath to register the things wrapping her arm, fire-red eyes, insect-like bodies destroying the sleeve of her jacket and the shirt beneath, starting to redden and blister her arm that fast -
Then the black nothingness of Between, the bone-shattering cold and loss of all sensation -
Then back out again!
The chaos would still rage, the fire still burn... but Linah would have some interesting passengers clinging to her arm: the insects would be frozen, utterly frozen in ashen-colored miniature ice sculptures. She'd have a mere few moments to see they looked almost wasp-like in shape, aside from an extra pair of wings and their coloration of course, before they melted into so much dirty water droplets she could shake away from her easily. And though her arm would sting like from any mundane burn, it would have stopped their attack – pun intended, cold.
And there would be no streamers trying to race through her skin. Between's nothingness put a halt to that too.
And finally, behind them, the remainder of that 'swarm' that those had been a part of would suddenly go still and in a ripple freeze over as well, as if they had made the trip Between. Unable to fly they'd fall until melted completely away, and the water would rain down onto the fire below, extinguishing a portion.
Meanwhile, back at the Infirmary, the situation was growing more dire by the second. The couds of fire insects were swarming en masse on the location, putting both defenders and those inside at risk. Larandailthiel's eyes would keep darting between the patient under his hands and the entrance, maintaining awareness of everything that was going on as best he could. Finally he realized he had to make the call.
"Prepare all able patients for Evacuation to the Weyr! We need to get them out of here before those things get through!" He didn't stop his efforts of sewing, bandaging, and applying medicine and poltices for a second, though. "Weyrhealer?" one concerned assistant dared ask, receiving a growl in reply: "Not everyone can be moved. I'm staying until they can be! Now go!!"
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Jun 17 2018, 08:09 AM
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Tidesweep noticed how the smoke flew right past Bob and straight for them. Were they the bigger threat? Was the smoke going after the Grathkin cause they knew something about it? Or was it trying to lure out the dragons and destroy them? Or could it simply be it somehow knew it couldn't hurt Bob. A zombie t-rex can only really die once and last Tide knew, Bob didn't actually need to breath. He made attempts, but really, they were awful ones and Tide had to poke him more than once to make sure he was still...Semi-alive?
Anyway, Tide didn't think she was giving the smoke too much credit for apparently having a mind of its own (and really, that would be the least strange thing she had seen in Haven), but as for actually picking targets...Maybe. Not that she was going to sit around and debate this. "Incoming Lenaarth!" Bob, hearing her cry turned around and try to snap at the smoke. For all the good that did.
Could they go between? Would it hurt the injure? Could Tide keep it together long enough to hold a picture? No. Too many risks and Tide was not an experienced between rider at the best of times. They would just have to take their chances. "Everyone! Hold on!" That was about the only warning the group was going to get before Lenaarth shot up into the sky. She was hoping to out climb the smoke or at the very least, choke it out without choking out any of her passengers. If they had been heading towards the ocean, Lenaarth would have dived and let the water keep the cloud at bay. But the Weyr generally laid in the opposite direction of the ocean from the jungle (on a good illogical field day), and so Lenaarth didn't have that luxury.
The best she could do was pour on the speed and climb and hope it would be enough.
Jason immediately got the salve and smeared it around the burns, doing his best not to put it somewhere he shouldn't. When his patient went limp, he was immensely relieved to know she was feeling better. "Well...I would say I have magic hands at this point, but that would be taking credit when it isn't due. Is there anything else I can do for you?" She seemed to be okay for now and if Jason was needed elsewhere...Well, he would go where he was needed. It was all he could do.
Jeremi took notice that the streamers were still hot to the touch. Like liquid fire or some type of lava that was a lot more...Liquidy then he was used too. "Today would be a good day to have learned some sort of witchcraft from my mother. But nooooo. I just wanted to learn the plant side of the magic. Not the actual spell side of it." At this point, he was more complaining to complain as he filed away that little clue for later. Right now, in the chaos, there wasn't much he could do till Larandaithiel actually had a free moment.
Though at this point, as more wounded was brought in, Jeremi doubted that would happen anytime soon. Overhearing that they needed magic, he couldn't help but pipe up. "The streamers feel hot, so cold or cooling magic should help. If they follow opposites, water or ice magic should be strong/weak against it. Depending of course." Ice could turn to water after all and water beat fire even as fire beat ice. But hopefully that might help. If all else fails, water magic was better known for healing and at the very least, it could cool down the burns and help with the pain.
Gertude watched for a moment, fascinated by the progress of the streamers along her patient's back. It was almost like it was following...No. It couldn't be that simple, could it? Could the streamers really be following along someone veins and arteries? Or was she just seeing patterns where there were none? Sometimes that happened. Either way, Gertude didn't have time to mess around. It didn't matter how the streamers were traveling at the moment, she just had to stop them from spreading further.
Somehow.
The row of medicines offered little help. It wasn't like Gertude was unfamiliar with them, but names and effects didn't always translate well between worlds. As she had found out by accident one day just how numb numbweed made you feel. But she was going to do her best. Finding one that said something about cooling relief, she picked it up and went back. Cooling was good for burns right? Maybe if she cooled the areas before the streamers got there, it would stop them? Was worth a try and that was what she set out to do.
Without gloves.
Oops.
(Magical Arts: Witchcraft, 800 words)
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"I will protect what is mine with a will forged like a diamond."- Mildred Fresi
"Healing can take time. Lucky for you, you should having nothing but it for awhile."- Jeremi Kgute
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