Logs:Troubled Tithe Train - Revision history

Weylaughn at 20:22, 20 September 2015

2015-09-20T20:22:05Z

Faryn: surprise dragon talk~

2015-09-19T23:47:07Z

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Hattie at 23:35, 19 September 2015

2015-09-19T23:35:02Z

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-| who = Edric, Hattie, Kh'tyr, Parli, Rhiannon, X'vin, Dee/ST, X'vin{{!}}Besmernyth, Hattie{{!}}Elaruth, Parli{{!}}Swaronth
+|who=Edric, Hattie, Kh'tyr, Parli, Rhiannon, X'vin, Dee/ST, X'vin{{!}}Besmernyth, Hattie{{!}}Elaruth, Parli{{!}}Swaronth
-| where = Living Cavern, Fort Weyr, and on the road to Fort Weyr
+|what=The Boll tithe train needs help! Fortians respond.
-| what = The Boll tithe train needs help! Fortians respond.
+|where=Living Cavern, Fort Weyr, and on the road to Fort Weyr
-| involves =Fort Weyr
+|involves=Fort Weyr
-| day =11
+|day=11
-| month = 11
+|month=11
-| turn = 38
+|turn=38
-| IP = Interval
+|IP=Interval
-| IP2 = 10
+|IP2=10
-| custom =
+|gamedate=2015.09.19
-| gamedate = 2015.09.19
+|quote=<< Any who would assist in bringing the tithe to the Weyr and in aiding those accompanying the train should gather in the southern end of the bowl for a quick departure. >>
-| quote = << Any who would assist in bringing the tithe to the Weyr and in aiding those accompanying the train should gather in the southern end of the bowl for a quick departure. >>
+|weather=Stormy, sleety, rainy.
-| weather = Stormy, sleety, rainy.
+|mentions=Erinta, Jenilynn
-| mentions = Erinta, Jenilynn
+|type=Log
-| ooc = [https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/1B7k5fU1VTaqTQrvjA4Edldp1dSTfo3smogZ1o8jkhBk/edit?usp=sharing Because visuals are helpful!]
+|ooc=[https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/1B7k5fU1VTaqTQrvjA4Edldp1dSTfo3smogZ1o8jkhBk/edit?usp=sharing Because visuals are helpful!]
-| icons = edric business.jpg, Hattie Hmm.png, kh'tyr hand.jpg, Parli Really.png, x'vin isnotamused.png, Hattie Elaruth.png, x'vin bes tsaroflife.png
+|icons=edric business.jpg, Hattie Hmm.png, kh'tyr hand.jpg, Parli Really.png, x'vin isnotamused.png, Hattie Elaruth.png, x'vin bes tsaroflife.png, Swaronth Glare.png
-| type = Log
+|log=As the autumn deepens, the storms that are a usual part of this time of the turn have begun to roll in. Today's which features not only dark clouds, winds and rain, but also is interspersed with sleet and not-quite-snow. There's a tension in the Weyr with the last of the autumn tithes expected in the morning now running late.
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 As the autumn deepens, the storms that are a usual part of this time of the turn have begun to roll in. Today's which features not only dark clouds, winds and rain, but also is interspersed with sleet and not-quite-snow. There's a tension in the Weyr with the last of the autumn tithes expected in the morning now running late.
 It's late afternoon by the time the train is heard from and that word comes by way of bedraggled messenger now entering the living cavern with one Assistant Headwoman, Rhiannon, at his side. The messenger is a youth of fifteen, his clothes soaked to the bone and the lad looking like his knees might give out from him given half the chance. His eyes search wildly among the faces before looking to Rhiannon like she might know what to do better, he being the Holder on Weyr turf.
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 ''Upon arriving, however, they had not only the storm to contend with but chaos of another sort. Accounts vary, but it seems that some of the guards were trying to make off with what they could carry of the Weyr's tithes when the riders arrived. Not all the guards or accompanying drivers and herdsmen seemed in on whatever plan was afoot, but anyone who traveled with the tithe who could be collected was along with as much of the tithe as could be managed and brought back to the Weyr. The only outstanding Bollians arrive the following day, herding what beasts could be wrangled back together after the storm, escorted by the pair of Flint riders left behind to keep guard over them through it.''
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 "I hope you're not afraid of dragons or heights, because it looks like you're going to be helping with directions once anyone is near enough to your estimated location," Hattie tells the boy a little dryly. "We'll assist, but your Lady needs to be informed as well." Then: "We'll handle that too." To Rhiannon, she says, "If you wish to help, I suggest you go and get changed. It doesn't sound like it's going to be easy going." Only then does her gaze settle on the Steward. "I want you to work with Erinta and make sure that there are not only hands available to deal with the tithe, but that the infirmary is ready to deal with anything that any of Boll's people require," she tells Edric. "Whether the latter is needed or not, we should be prepared." Which could just as well be 'she needs the practice', but with Rhiannon there she doesn't undermine the Headwoman aloud.
 "Of course. The teams have been ready since this morning, but I suspect their focus has waned," Edric notes blandly and with a slight shake of his head at something or another. "I will make sure they're prepared to move quickly." Hattie's additional suggestions are taken with a thin, polite smile and a dip of his chin in concession. "Absolutely. The Infirmary, stores, and stables will be prepared for their arrival. Now, if you'll excuse me. We have further preparations to make." Subtle weight sits on that ''we'', Erinta implied if not named. There's a flicked glance askance to X'vin, one that's unreadable, and then he's gone to see that things are handled efficiently - and properly.
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 Rhiannon nods at the Weyrwoman. "Yes, ma'am." She seems interested in the plans made between Edric and the Weyrwoman, but since there's limited time she doesn't linger. She leaves through the Inner Caverns exit and returns a few minutes later changed into warmer clothing and a coat. She carries another coat over her arm, and holds it out to the messenger. "This will only be a little big, and it might be better than the one you've already soaking in." On her arm under the coat was a towel, which she also holds out to the messenger when he's ready.
 "Ah," X'vin says, rapping a knuckles on the table a couple times and laughing at her. It makes it sound stark, even if X'vin's clearly paying attention to what's happening. His tip of the head is minute for Edric, easily just a natural sway, but then his eyes drift down to make contact with Parli's as she adjusts. "You'll have plenty of time for naps, Parli. Just not today. I hope you've treated your leathers for the rain. A Flint rider should take that boy." It's a suggestion. A ''nudge''. A test.
 Dragon> To Fort dragons, Elaruth is not ''loud'' when she reaches out to all the dragons of her Weyr, yet there is suddenly a quiet, but insistent voice there where before there might have been silence or the murmurings of the dragon community. << The tithe train from Boll requires urgent assistance, >> is an announcement impossible to escape from. << Any who would assist in bringing the tithe to the Weyr and in aiding those accompanying the train should gather in the southern end of the bowl for a quick departure. >> And that's where she'll be waiting, some of Citrine already gathered around her.
 "My thanks, ma'am," is offered to the assistant by the messenger as he puts empty cup down and takes up the towel to give himself as much of a once-over as he can manage in limited time before donning the jacket and making to follow those heading for the bowl.
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 Kh'tyr's head cocks to the side as if listening to something faraway. The look on his face is resigned then so it can be little wonder that he starts buckling his flight jacket and making paces toward the bowl.
 Hattie lifts her voice to call, "Well, you heard her," in the manner of one used to being heard without outright ''shouting''. For those who ''haven't'' heard Elaruth, she adds, "Anyone who'll assist Boll's tithe train should find meet our riders in the bowl." ''Where'' must be obvious by now, given the growing collection of dragons. She gathers her notes up from the table and hugs them to her chest, telling Parli, "Then you had better get going. We'll all be ready to follow soon." She glances to the messenger, then back to the brownrider. "Don't let him freeze," is lower, yet not entirely out of hearing range. As for her, she's off to do as she advised Rhiannon: to change, and to gather Elaruth's straps before the group departs.

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 It's hard to say as the melee increases to include the riders and weyrfolk as well as guards coming from the front of the caravan which of the Bollians is friend and which is foe. Even if one can distinguish by who's carrying items away from the tithe train alone, can the rest be trusted?
-There's patience in Elaruth's reply, if the same weight that's been there since she landed. << To the best of your ability, >> she says slowly and surely, << keep your riders from preventing ''anyone'' from leaving. >> As futile as that might be, by now. It's by chance more than anything that Hattie finds herself with someone clearly ''fleeing'' in her path, and though she might not have weight or true strength on her side, she's well-trained enough in combat and how to use that ever-present knife that he ends up with the blade pressed to his throat before she shoves him into the waiting grasp of one of Hematite. "''Don't'' send him back to Boll," she instructs in a growl. She doesn't trek any further into the mess, but turns and begins to head back to her queen. << We go to the Hold, >> Elaruth shares with all. << Bring ''all'' to the Weyr. >> People, innocent of intent or those otherwise who might be caught, goods - everything.
+There's patience in Elaruth's reply, if the same weight that's been there since she landed. << To the best of your ability, >> she says slowly and surely, << keep your riders to preventing ''anyone'' from leaving. >> As futile as that might be, by now. It's by chance more than anything that Hattie finds herself with someone clearly ''fleeing'' in her path, and though she might not have weight or true strength on her side, she's well-trained enough in combat and how to use that ever-present knife that he ends up with the blade pressed to his throat before she shoves him into the waiting grasp of one of Hematite. "''Don't'' send him back to Boll," she instructs in a growl. She doesn't trek any further into the mess, but turns and begins to head back to her queen. << We go to the Hold, >> Elaruth shares with all. << Bring ''all'' to the Weyr. >> People, innocent of intent or those otherwise who might be caught, goods - everything.
 Rhiannon's return quip is missed when her rock lands true, and X'vin is surprisingly quick on the heels of his riders from there. Their path is quickly cut towards him - and the man who is addressing him. If they're not quick, they'll be set upon by Flint's riders, as are several up and down the road where they'd scattered out to offer their aid. Some get away -- there is a furious roar from a blue when his rider loses footing and, consequently, a large load of goods and the man carrying them into the trees -- but there seem to be no injuries or heavy mishaps. When X'vin wraps his fist in the collar of the fallen man, his smile is more ''wicked'' than pleasant. His words are too friendly. "Going for a ride, my friend. What was it? Bart, is that what he said? Bart." Beat, a little too long. "You're riding with ''me''. It'll be ''fun''."