Who

Abriem, D'cen, Francis, K'vvan, Keelie, Luciana, M'noq, Rylov, Zavyr

What

The Weyr's final confrontation with the remaining crew of the Wandering Disgrace.

Quite a lot of violence and gore.

When

It is evening of the nineteenth day of the fifth month of the ninth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Southern Bog, Southern Coverage Area

OOC Date 10 Nov 2016 05:00

 

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Abriem gets bitten, yelps a very loud and squirrely, "OW YOU LITTLE SHIT!" and tackles Rylov.



Southern Bog

From dry plateau and tall grasses, the winding river changes the landscape here. Underfoot the ground is soft, and one has to step careful to avoid thick pits of mud. Deceptive the ground it, seeming solid when under a green layer of moss, water hides to drag down the offending foot. Off in the distance cliffs rise with the ocean just beyond, but to get there, first one must get through this treacherous land.


Hankar's group of wildlings make a break through in tracking down the pirates, but due to the treacherous conditions are forced to ask the weyr for help in investigating their lead. The rain is hideous, pouring down in unforgiving sheets with lightening bursting overhead. But when you've got a solid direction to go in after months and weeks of searching, you take what you can get as soon as you can get it and damn the other risks. That and this rain is going to wash away any tracks of them so time is an issue. Southern's wings are flying overhead, approaching the cliffs at the edge of the bog. There's a cave opening and the looks of fire just inside the entrance, however the bog is becoming quickly filled with more and more water. It's dangerous to be on foot but, well, what other choice are the riders going to have once they get close enough to land? As for anyone else not on dragonback but traveling with the ground crews? Hope you brought your water resistent shoes because you're definitely getting a bad case of swamp foot.

D'cen has the most amazing water resistant shoes. They are the best shoes, really great. Nobody does water resistant shoes like he does. Okay, they were picked out by Raxsonath. But whatever. And since he is rather unfamiliar with anything outdoorsy that does not correlate somehow to the sky ~ he's letting others take the lead in getting them here kthx. He's really just there in case things go severely awry. Mostly.

MEANWHILE IN THE BAT CAVE: So it's fine, it's just a bunch of hungry, exhausted and foul tempered criminals holed up in a cave during a major storm. They won't be upset at all if they're cornered. Especially since the leader of this group of idiots has clearly lost his grip on reality. When no one respondes to his pleas for a deal (granted he sent them by anonymous firelizard…), he pretty much loses it. "Send him out into the bog. Let him die out there!" He declares to the people inside, who are horrified? Fine with it?

Zavyr is in a ground crew, and has some luck in having achieved that. Initially, he'd had his mop of towhead hair tamed by a skullcap, was clad in boots, and generally dressed for an outing in the wintertime Igen desert. The skullcap became utterly soaked with water and was pulled off. Pants were rolled up, and when the mud claims one boot, forever, Zavyr gives up on footwear and after a bit of hopping on the other one, simply steps clear of it as well. So what's swamp foot?

Abriem is fine with it. You know what - fuck it. He's more than fine with it. He's been suggesting they just kill the kid, dump his body, and run for the hills for days now. He gives up poking at the feeble flame that counts as a fire, standing up straight the second the those words are outta the Captain's mouth. No need to tell him twice.

One might think that Francis would turn in her pirate-hunting license; she got her boyfriend back, right? One would be wrong, because shit is owed. She's on the ground, a choice that Oriecorth is not thrilled with, but making her way through the mud with the others, a little ball of focused determination.

Luciana is with the ground crew as well and likely cursing her decision. She's probably cursing a lot of things right about now. Weather included and the terrain. Definitely the terrain. She's probably glaring at Zavyr while she's at it too when she can but that'll be an argument for another day. Soaked through, squinting against the rain and trying to focus on the task at hand, she'll follow the rest, just as determined to see an end to this.

STILL IN THE BAT CAVE: "Put a bag over his head, Abriem." The First Mate (tm) announces after the Captain (also tm) makes that declaration. Water is pooling into the cave, so it's nice and cozy in here. Lightening happens outside and it illuminates the group of ten or so guys, holed away in there. Rylov is in there too, tied up at the wrists by free at the feet. "NO! I DON'T WANT TO GO OUTSIDE! PLEEEEEASE!!!" Not surprising that he'd object, all things considered.

Well, does the sound of a kid shouting mean something has gone awry? Maybe. But if not, it probably means that awry is going to happen really really soon. So, the bronzerider tries to have it communicated around the pirate-hunting group to keep quiet, and surround the outer edge of the cave but try to remain covered by .. bog foliage or something. If the kid gets outside and they grab him, he's less likely to be hurt when they move in for the wrangling of criminals. At least, that's the idea he tries to pass on through the riders who then whisper or signal to the non-riders of the group.

Rylov's a tough dirty little boy. Mostly recovered he's done his OWN WALKING to this place, and now is apparently going to walk himself OUT. Mustering up some courage (because he's a damn good 5 year old) he spits in the direction of the man, holds his head up high, and takes himself right out the door. If they let him. HE IS LEAVING.

M'noq is on the ground crew as well. He hates the rain and the muck and the jungle generally, but training with Lynx has given him all kinds of skillz, making moving through the difficult terrain much more easily. He has his "muck boots" on, and this time of Turn, they see a lot of use. He's got his trusty machete in hand, giving a chop here or there when the growth gets too thick. A noise, and he pauses briefly. Was that a kid crying? Double-time now.

Should Igen protectorate ever find a faultline, Luciana, they should name it 'Zavyr's Fault', because everything else sure is, isn't it? ;) The pale youth casts a look over to Luciana and sends a quick grin, snaps a salute to her, but continues forth. Nevermind the brief moment of cowering when that light crackles over the scene and the resultant thunder momentarily destroys Zavyr's command of his nerves. He un-crouches, now boasting more mud on his pants, and glances sidelong to Keelie, and past her to Francis. The youth then catches sight of D'cen's motions. A few steps bring him over toward M'noq and his path-clearing. The knifethrower will be in the know, but also keep himself at a distance.

"A bag." Abriem looks around the dim cave, at their shitty fire, at their sparse supplies, at their dirty, dirty selves, and sighs. He turns his back to the entrance and finds a bag that probably used to have something semi-useful in it, like potatoes or something, and starts shaking it to be sure it's empty and then Rylov just walks out. "Uhhh," he lunges after the boy, reaching for his forearm, still with a bag in his hand.

Rylov totally has tears on his face TOO. So yeah. He was crying. And now he's getting GRABBED to be put in a bag. Nope. Nope. NOPE NO MORE BAGS. He's just gonna try to bite Abriem.

Hip to D'cen's plans by way of Raxonsath by way of Oriecorth, Francis swings a little wide and draws her beltknife, then edges up on the edge of the cave. To stay in cover from the scraggly dripping foliage near the entrance, she's forced to get very cozy with some mud.

IN THE BAT CAVE: They're really not being too subtle about this. Rylov is shouting, getting a bag chucked over his head. Some of the other men do apparently have a problem with it becaus, "Hey man! Just let him go! It's enough already." To which the Captain replies: "DO AS YOU'RE ORDERED! BAG OVER HIS HEAD! OUT INTO THE STORM!"

Abriem gets bitten, yelps a very loud and squirrely, "OW YOU LITTLE SHIT!" and tackles Rylov. Not like a normal person would try to restrain a child mid-tantrum, but like someone who would, say, honestly mean it when he wanted to kill the kid and leave his body would tackle a kid. Hard. This while the Captain and the random dude over there are arguing. Abriem is so fucking over everyone's shit at this point, guys. So over it.

Alright. Rylov's FOR REAL crying again. LOUDLY. LOUD ENOUGH TO BE HEARD OUTSIDE. LOUD CRYING

Luciana resists an urge to cuff Zavyr right about then (she would totally vote for that name too), gritting her teeth as she struggles to free her foot when it sinks a little too deep into the boggy muck. She may catch the sound of a kid's shouting too, from the way her head lifts up and she's now on high alert. As word trickles down and commands given, she'll shift her path and move ahead as stealthily as she can. She'll probably end up more or less behind Francis, weapon drawn and ready: it's a crossbow, her crossbow and it's pointed right at that cave.

Abriem also gets in a few punches. Fuck this kid.

Abriem AKA The Next Guy To Be Left Out For the Thread

With that wild red hair, Keelie kind of has an elvin look about her; she might even be able to stand on mud like Legolas… except just when it seems like she might, she can't. She sinks that footstep, then squelches up to take the next one. Duties call for regular garb, which is tightly laced high boots and leathers, far from her earlier search efforts in wildling gear. Suddenly, she pauses, her keen ears hear the little boy's cries. "Rylov!" A call, but a quiet one. AND THEN HE'S CRYING LOUDER. OMG IT'S HIM.

Rylov's going to watch as you die. >(

Shardit, can't anything go as planned? Assuming nobody else is close enough, cause D'cen can see those teeth zoning in on that arm from where he's standing, he darts out to try and grab Rylov away from Abriem at the cave entrance before the boy can be squished by the pirate. "ENOUGH." His shout will hopefully cut through /the bickering inside the cave. HI EVERYONE YOU HAVE COMPANY PLZ BE GRACIOUS. "Get away from the boy, NOW" Everyone else gets the signal to just pile on in an attack. Get em! Rawr!

Nuh-uh.

"WHAT THE FUCK? WHO WAS STANDING GUARD?" Cue confused angry shouting as the pirates are shocked by D'cen's arrival. Shocked I tell you. "WHERE IS LEO? LEO? HE'S ASLEEP!!" Awesome. Well, these guys are a bunch of damn idiots. However they're all armed, which makes them still very dangerous. The Captain charges D'cen, gutting knife at the ready.

The storm is bad, which makes it tough to see where you're going, much less hear people talking or fighting. He isn't all that sneaky when he bursts through the thick underbrush, near the mouth of the cave. "Hey!" is all he manages to shout, before everything goes all to hell. Dropping his machete to the mud, he rushes in, his target the man trying to restrain Rylov.

The thrashing bag is Rylov trying to take another chunk out of his bag-er from inside the back. Words are muffled in the fabric though. Never mind that maybe the person who has him (honestly plz put your name in the poses guys) is a good guy, he's going to keep fighting tooth and nail.

Francis glances over her shoulder at Luciana, gives the crossbow totin' blonde a little nod, then it's on, y'all. Since Luci's covering high Francis stays low and lunges at the nearest pirate leg within view and tries to plunge her knife into it; apparently the leg attack is her thing now except this time she's not trying to keep the damage non-lethal. There's a femoral artery around here somewhere.

"She stabbed me in the leg!! ARgggh!" Shouts the man that Francis just shanked. He goes down, bleeding all over the place as his short dinky sword skitters away. He's going to try and punch he for that one.

And also the First Mate rushes Luciana because: "YOU BITCH."

Oh. That voice, Zavyr recognizes: The Captain. And the crying. But he'll scuttle in now, becoming even more covered with mud, to try to slip over to the side, keeping M'noq's air clear for him. A quick glance over at the other crowd tries to locate Luciana, but Zavyr then will launch himself into the cave. Flanking. But Zavyr's hands are empty. All the better to balance with; he peels in near the First Mate with every intention to tangle a leg with that one's, to trip.

The second all this commotion started, Abriem did a smrt and unsheathed his knife, which means M'noq is going to get a good, solid slash across the front of his shoulder and down his upper arm for his efforts. This frees Rylov, though Abriem aims one last hard shove before he himself gets pushed/tackled/shoved out of the way. He lands and crawls right toward that dropped machete, HELLO BIG KNIFE, COME TO PAPA.

Luciana makes a mental note never to piss off Francis as the greenrider goes after one target. She's got her covered though and if she can't finish the job (or takes a punch), then she may just help things along a little. If she's not preoccupied at being rushed by the First Mate. Bitch? Really! That's all he has to say? Crossbow is lifted, reloaded if necessary and without hesitating she fires it at him. Does she hit? Miss? She's a good shot but running targets have a nasty habit of evasion, unless Zavyr's tactic works and makes targeting a hell of a lot clearer.

Oh goody! A gutting knife. D'cen's day just keeps getting better. But, BUT… the short dinky sword (of +1 pirate) skitters close enough that his hand closes around the hilt and he brandishes it upwards to defend himself; still trying to insert himself between danger and Rylov. "Get Oriecorth to land as close as possible so Rylov can climb up and she can get him somewhere safe!" Hopefully Francis registers that. The small dragons will fit; Rax would just squish everything.

Rylov is still in a bag. Damn pirate is good at knots.

Abriem should've put some snakes in there with him.

Hand-to-hand combat is really far from being M'noq's favorite thing. And probably Myziri kicks his ass on a regular basis when they spar, because she's a bad-ass like that. He grunts as Abriem's knife does its damage, but it isn't enough to bring him down. He lunges after the man, who, if he's crawling and scrabbling through the mud, will soon have a brownrider kneeling in the middle of his back, pushing his face into the mud. Maybe the dropped machete was bait after all?

Fine! Someone get him out of the bag first so he can climb >.>

Francis has little choice but to take the punch fairly solidly in the eye if she's going to try to do anything about the guy going for Luciana; maybe between her and Zavyr they'll effect something. The greenrider's ears are still ringing from the blow but she doesn't need her ears…or that one eye…to try to trip the guy. There's some question as to whether or not she hears D'cen somewhere in there, but it's really not that long until the pale, slender red-eyed dragon roars into the fray just outside the cave, hovering, roaring, until she can drop safely into a nearby clear area. Her figurative hackles are up and a constant low-level growl spins from her throat.

Keelie notches her arrow on her bow, taking aim, pulling back her arm. The rain is heavy and the movement of bodies make marking her target difficult. She doesn't want to hit M'noq! Or Zavyr. Or D'cen or Francis, or that pirate woman Luciana. She spots an overhang of rocks and aims for that instead, near where the first mate is. The arrow is loose. Hopefully it might fall on his head!

And then someone bag themselves a pirate yo!

In the Captain's struggle to kill D'cen good and dead, he spots Zavyr deftly tripping up his First Mate. "TRAITORS!" Which only seems to make him angrier and more hostile, for some very peculiar reason… I can't imagine why. He lunges towards the bronzerider, swinging his gutting knife and trying to get past the sword. He's reasonably adept at what he's doing, despite the blind rage. So it's unfotunate that he gets close enough to D'cen that he slashes and manages to draw blood across the man's upper arm.

The First Mate gets tripped by Zavyr and then shot with an arrow by Luciana. This really isn't his day at all. And it just got a lot worse because someone just shot and arrow and knocked a bunch of rocks down? One of them hits him in the head. He's dead, he's really dead. But now there are rock tumbling all over.

Not super big rocks! Really.

<Southern Weyr> Hajath senses that: The clang and clash of battle is now infused with the coppery scent of human blood; a slash of panic slices upward with rage, and the seething hiss of a dragon that is rarely angry. But right now? Rage coats everything with a fine red mist instead of Avalon's fog. (Raxsonath)

Oh, and K'vvan is out here somewhere probably doing sailor swearing and yelling things.

<Southern Weyr> Hajath senses that: Denivoth thinks « Yeah, this is why we decided to 'catch up on paperwork' tonight, boss. »

Zavyr is back up on his feet again, and now in the middle of the struggling bodies, and still without weapon. He reaches over the nearest pirate, who happens to be wearing a hat, and YANKS the pirate's hat down on the man's head, with every intention to wedge the thing over the man's eyes. Then he's twisting into another fellow, and reaches, as if dancing, to deftly remove that man's small beltknife, which Zavyr evidently intends to use to cut the man's cloth belt, that holds up his pants.

<Southern Weyr> Hajath senses that: Nemekhath transmits a quiet, silent version of 'this is why we can't have nice things'. Along with, « Your rider is the new Weyrleader and you've allowed him to be damaged already. Quite disappointing, Raxsonath. »

Abriem, now blind and smothered and crushed beneath M'noq's weight, reaches and reaches and reaches in the direction of the machete. But, when it becomes patently clear this isn't going to work, he fights back instead. ELBOW TO THE NUTS STYLE, as a matter of fact. Whether or not he connects with M'noq's balls, the motion must have been enough to wriggle him free, 'cause he staggers to his feet and bolts straight out the cave opening. (But don't worry, guys. K'vvan is out there!)

While D'cen winces, Raxsonath's sudden bellow of doom makes the water ripple. For a moment, he swoops in near enough that his wingbeats can practically be felt. But wait! Chicks dig scars right? This could turn out okay; the big dragon still circles constantly, near enough to make local fauna nervous. And despite the slash on his upper arm… eh, screw it. He's really no good at the swords thing. He twists his hand around so that he can just knock the pommel upside the Captain's head after darting to the side to escape more gutting.

Luciana isn't sad to see the First Mate bite it and she may have gone on to try and help D'cen out by firing at the Captain (damn right she's a traitor!) or any other of the pirates trying to attack or escape only… rocks. Rocks tumbling everywhere! And she'd rather not have either Zavyr or Francis squashed (or herself) if she can help it. If any are in trouble, she'll reach out to help or, y'know, shove them out of the way.

K'vvan is outside, doing the directing from the rear as any SMART PERSON IN CHARGE WOULD DO D'CEN. It also means he probably figured he was OUT of most of the fighting. Until one of those bastards come running out. "Shit no that isn't happening." Breaking away K'vvan runs at Abriem with a knife out because his mama never told him to not run with knives. It's with deadly intent too. STAB STAB ABRIEM K'VVAN IS COMING FOR YOU.

Keelie shoulders her bow and arrow and jogs over to help M'noq. "You alright?" She goes to check his slash, and put extra weight on that horrible pirate, swooping down to grab the machete… and he 's gone! SHARDIT.

The Captain makes another attempt at stabbing the shit out of D'cen and hey, maybe he gets another cut in there! But ultimaely he's taken out by the surprise use of the pommel. It cracks him solidly in the head and he goes down like the sack of potatoes that Rylov was inside of five minutes ago. Unconscious but very much alive.

When Francis finds that she hasn't died yet, she struggles to scramble free of the rocks that fell around First Mate, briefly catching at Luciana's fingers for a hand up, where she stands for a moment, breathing heavily. "Where's the kid? I lost him."

M'noq would not have guessed Abriem would have such flexible elbowshis elbow-to-the-balls move ends up being more of an elbow-to-the-ribs, on his injured side, too, which is enough to send him sprawling into the mud. "Hey, stop that guy" he starts, clutching at his shoulder. The blood is flowing pretty freely now. He looks to Keelie. "Don't let him get away!"

That leaves less than a dozen guys in the cave, who are scared shitless by Raxsonath and Oriecorth right outside the entrance. "We'll stop fighting, we'll stop!" Now that the Captain is down and the First Mate is dead, well.

Oriecorth sidles, snapping at any she's picked out as Bad Guys who come near (don't worry, Francis is helping her with that).

A bunch of guys throw their weapons down and hold up their hands and the only idiot who tries to run away is Abriem.

Abriem lost his knife in the scuffle, and never managed to grab the machete, but he has a handful of mud that he shoves right into K'vvan's face when he's in range. He follows that up with some kidney-punching, and some nut-kicking will follow pretty shortly if K'vvan doesn't make with the stabbing soon. It's not even remotely an elegant fighting style, just flailing punchykickingdesperation. HE IS SO OVER THIS SHIT, GUYS.

<Southern Weyr> Hajath senses that: Raxsonath has no words Nemekhath. NO WORDS. Instead, he totally exaggerates D'cen's leap to save Rylov from a pummeling. From his angle, it obviously looks heroic instead of bumbling. Ain't nothing wrong with taking a cut on the arm for good cause. He's just going to rip the Captain's head off that caused it, that's all.

K'vvan's ass is so going to get handed to him so he can have some nice bruises that no one will coon over him about. But that's okay, because the final shot is his as his knife goes deep into Abriem's chest and through his rib cage. Oh, hello blood.

<Southern Weyr> Hajath senses that: Denivoth slow claps. Mentally.

<Southern Weyr> Hajath senses that: Nemekhath sends a very clear image of a steaming pile of dragon dong.

<Southern Weyr> Hajath senses that: Raxsonath flicks his tail at both of you. Not even the Weyrleader can get any respect around here.

<Southern Weyr> Hajath senses that: Nemekhath thinks « Oh no, I'm quite fond of D'cen. »

All through this Rylov has been creeping. First getting himself out of the bad and getting his BACK against the wall. Tears flow freely down his cheeks and he is slowly trying to crawl his way towards the doorway. He sees a flash of green outside and that has to mean dragons. Dragons mean safety. Working along with hands and knees though is slow slow business, especially when he gets to the edge of the rockfall and wimpers at having to figure out a way over it without drawing attention.

<Southern Weyr> Hajath senses that: Raxsonath sighs with mock wistfulness. « Do give Clementine my undying love and affection. »

Zavyr is also, for the record, also scared shitless of Raxsonath and Oriecorth right outside the entrance. He, also in the middle of the fighting group of pirates, as he was continuing his insidious vandalism of humans. Now that they, as a unit, have surrendered, Zavyr'll back up into the cave as well, at least confirming his reservation in the not-so-downpour section of the battle. And he'll begin to sidle to the side once more, to catch sight of the others on his side, if he might.

<Southern Weyr> Hajath senses that: Nemekhath thinks « Stay away from my ledge. »

Oh, hello blood. Abriem is mystified. Like, of all the ways this was going to end, a knife in his chest? Never occurred to him. "You stabbed me, you shitty bitch." He takes the knife out, which is STUPID, because the blood just gets worse then. There's some sort of choking, drowning noise in his throat, then he lands in the mud at K'vvan's feet. Probably he twitches a couple times before the lights go out.

Luciana will help Francis to her feet and she can only shake her head, grim expression, "I lost track of him too." she admits and not exactly proud to do so. She lift her crossbow again, keeping it aimed on those that surrendered because she wasn't born yesterday and doesn't trust that someone won't get over being scared and try to bolt. She may catch Zavyr's movement too and, startled to still see him there, promptly call him on it. "Get out of here!" She'll apologize later.

"There!" Francis finally gets a bead on the weeping Rylov and half-skids on the scattered rocks to the boy, crouching down beside him. "Rylov. Sweetheart, come on, let's go see my dragon." Shoving her beltknife in its sheath, she tries to wrap her arms around the little boy and stay low, out of the remaining fray.

Yeah, there's another slice down the bottom half of the same arm. T'zaim's probably going to give him that totally unimpressed look of 'I told you we shouldn't get involved in these things'. But D'cen is clearly determined to just finished this damn thing once and for all. Because fuck pirates, man. Right in the ear okay? They are a total PITA at this point. Raxsonath's more martial nature takes influence over him though, and with one clean stab of the sword , the metal slips right between two ribs to pierce the Captain's heart end put and end to this thing. His bronze doesn't even hesitate; just swings right down to grab the now dead pirate with his claws and skip ::between:: to drop him there. Probably after ripping him in half.

That saves the Weyr that trial.

Maybe if they keep one half?

Keelie shakes her head firmly to her weyrmate. "K'vvan will get him. You are hurt." She is already looking for something to try to stop the blood pouring from his shoulder. She spots Rylov first tho, and begins to hurry over to him, but Francis has things well in hand. Back to M'noq she goes.

Raxsonath favors efficiency.

<Southern Weyr> Hajath senses that: Raxsonath is going to stretch out enough that just the tip of one claw touches Nemekhath's ledge the whole night, once they return.

Rylov doesn't know Francis on sight, and after all the abuse he's been through the last few sevens, it would be remarkable if he didn't recoil from Francis. But the last word and her tone makes him give her a second chance. "Ddd…agon…?" His arms are clutched around himself as he hovers between well learned stranger-danger, and trusting dragonriders implicitly.

T'zaim is back at the Weyr, writing a strongly-worded letter to D'cen about how ill-advised this whole thing was. He's on page 19 by now.

D'cen will make sure to take his time reading that letter. Like, forever.

No. No, Luciana. Zavyr is staying RIGHT here… Behind the pirates. Thanks. That way the dragons out there can eat the pirates first and might be sated by the time they get to Zavyr. However, he's not too keen on being exactly by this herd either; they know him. The youth stays quiet, stays put. Watches Francis collect Rylov, instead of watching pirates looking around thinking if they are going to do something stupid.

K'vvan pushes himself backwards from the now dead pirate. To his credit he doesn't drop the knife, just glares down at him. "Better a shitty bitch then a shitty pirate." And because apparently he really hates Abriem, K'vvan kicks his body and then turns around to go do what he WAS doing before. Someone else can deal with the body~~

Francis chews her lower lip for a second, reading the boy's caginess easily; she's had her own stranger issues of late…and her hands sort of hover just under the boy's elbows. "Rylov, you know Leevi, right? I'm a friend of his. And that's my dragon, out there. Oriecorth. I know she looks scary, but she won't hurt you." Oriecorth…well, she still looks intimidating. Also, T'zaim.

In Conclusion: The Captain, First Mate and Abriem are all quite dead. The rest of the pirates are all pretty petrified and stand there waiting to be arrested basically, about eight of them in total. One is bleeding out on the floor though. There are other dragonriders in the background, you know, the other guys who were searching but not in the cave. They show up around now and begin to grab the men one, by one. Someone hesitates by Zavyr, "Isn't he one too?!" which gets a response of 'No idiot, he's not. Don't you listen to news?"

DAMN! ICE BURN, K'VVAN.

Rylov hovers indecisibly only for a moment more. "You.. know… Leevi?" Maybe he'll trust this woman after all. Reaching out he takes her hand, and will let her lead him outwards. Once he sees that dragon tho? He so ain't sticking with the humans. A DRAGON never tried to hurt him. :( Ori's gonna get a Rylov clingon for as long as she lets him be there.

M'noq ends up just sitting in the mud for like a minute, trying to decide if he's dizzy from adrenaline or if that shitty pirate knocked him in the head or something. It's still raining hard, so it's hard to tell how much he's bleeding, since he's soaked through and covered in mud. "Hey, where did I leave Ravaith?" That's a problem, when you forget where you parked your dragon.

Luciana will back down once the dragon riders show up and unless she's ordered to do something else, she'll probably storm right over to Zavyr and go collect him herself. Unless he resists or does something silly! Then it's all about getting the hell out of there and preferably somewhere warm and dry.

Zavyr takes the exit behind the fellow who has, evidently, heard the news. But he won't fully exit the cave until the dragons are settled, or gone. Only then will the lad squelch through the mud, toward Luciana, and HERE SHE IS. "Hi Sharps. Look. No blood? You get bloody?"

Francis folds her fingers around Rylov's and walks with him to Oriecorth like it's a jaunt in the garden, what bodies and stuff? She helps him up and mounts up behind him, curling around the little boy protectively until they're given their next instruction.

Keelie kneels beside M'noq, and tries to help him to his feet. "We need to get you to the infirmary." She'll try to stop some of the blood too. Possibly with cloth. Or leaves. Or whatever people use.

Someone make sure to put Abriem's body with the other corpses, k?

that's what she said.

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