Logs:Raided.
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| RL Date: 24 November, 2013 |
| Who: Aukiri |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: A perfectly grey and muddy morning is interrupted by dragons and fire and panic. |
| Where: Rone's Winter Camp |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Weather: Muddy. |
| Mentions: Alikos/Mentions, H'kon/Mentions, Joran/Mentions, R'sig/Mentions, Rh'mis/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: I should've written this sooner, but work makes me busy sometimes. |
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| Dragons. They were everywhere. Just like the panic. Men and boys were running, gathering into groups, splitting up again, yelling, jostling, running more. Aukiri didn't see how running would help, so he got jostled, and didn't do any of the jostling. The worst part of the whole thing was that no one, no one, would stop and answer the questions he was trying to ask. They wouldn't even let him finish. "What's goi-" and he got hit so hard, shoulder to shoulder, that he spun around. "Is there a pla-" and he got shoved aside. "Do you know where Joran-" and the guy he was asking never stopped moving. He didn't know where anyone was now. Butters was long gone, Joran he hadn't seen since they'd bedded down the night before, Alikos had been missing for days - and Kiri got bumped again, by the same big redhead who'd bumped him once before, he was pretty sure. Shouts were coming from the centre of the camp. When he stood on tiptoe, he could see some of Rone's guards running in a sort of formation, barking orders. He tried to tiptoe a bit closer, and a dragon swooped, and he got hit so hard from behind by another campmate that he was face to the ground. There was a little bit of vegetable and a muddy cooking knife. Kiri bet that if anyone had known it was there last night, they'd all have come running for the food. Maybe he'd've got pushed away then too. He took the knife and got up, trying to clean it on the edge of his coat, that had once been green and purple. It didn't really work. He spotted the guards again, and they saw him looking. They did a much better job of coming to him. Everyone knew not to run into them. "What's going on?" "A fucking raid is going on." "Do you know where Joran is?" "Who?" "Never mind. I found a kni-" "Look kid, just go form up with those guys okay?" Some of the other guards had managed to get a few people to stop running. Some of the running men were slowing down to see what was going on. Kiri looked up, wondering where the dragons had got to. The guards were gone, then, and Kiri was all alone, again, and getting jostled some more. He reached up to rub the back of his hand under his nose, and just mixed mud with some snot. Overhead, a dragon screamed and belched fire, and for a moment the air was warm and Kiri smiled at it. And then he was bumped, and there was no more formation. Kiri wondered if the guards were swearing more, or if they'd just started running too. The dragons were all flaming, and there was nowhere to go. He wasn't going to find Joran, or probably even that guard. He looked down to the knife in his hand, and tried to clean it a little more, turning it this way and that, and managing to get some glint of metal away from some of the mud. Kiri saw a blue landing in the distance. He kicked at the vegetable in the dirt, and turned around, letting the edge of his coat fall away from the blade. That's when another man ran into him, straight on. They both fell, Aukiri on his back with the other man on top of him. He couldn't breathe, and for a moment all he could hear was the fucking joke Joran would've made if he'd seen it. Running feet passed over them, and Kiri ducked his head. Once they'd gone, he tried to push the other man off of him, and laughed a little when he realised his fist was still clenched around that knife. He let go, and squirmed, and the handle poked at his gut a few times before he managed to get his hands on the other man's shoulders and give him a good shove. Kiri gasped when the weight was off of him, and rolled up onto his side. The other man was gasping, his mouth moving like a fish that was pulled out of the water. The handprint on his shoulder was bloody. Aukiri looked at his fingers, red and muddy-grey. He looked up and around him, and the dragons were still circling, and a few men were still running. Nobody stopped. He looked back to the man, and watched the panic - and everything else - fade out of his face and eyes, until they were just a face and eyes. A massive bronze dragon set down, much closer. Kiri wiped his hand on his coat, and reached back to the handle to retrieve the knife. If there was one thing he'd learned in the camp, it was that you didn't waste anything. He stowed the thing away in a pocket, and made a note to walk carefully, so he didn't stab himself. He could hear a voice yelling, probably that bronzerider, pretty close behind him. Kiri took one last look at the man that wasn't anymore. When he looked back up, he saw a group trudging toward where the rider was pointing. Finally, Aukiri moved to join up with them.
CommentsVaried (Varied (talk)) left a comment on Sun, 24 Nov 2013 20:08:55 GMT. <
Brrrrrrr.
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Makes you really feel for the ones conscripted.
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Varied (Varied (talk)) left a comment on Sun, 24 Nov 2013 20:08:55 GMT.
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Brrrrrrr.
Edyis (Edyis (talk)) left a comment on Sun, 24 Nov 2013 20:59:40 GMT.
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Makes you really feel for the ones conscripted.
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