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Ambushed! - 3941.03.19 - Fort/Ruatha Holds - Fri Jan 07, 2022 10:01 pm

Loraine, her children, Aren, and a dozen of their armsmen had made it halfway from Fort Sea Hold to Ruatha Sea Hold before stopping for the night.  They rose early the next morning and proceeded to harness their horses to the wagons to resume their trip.  Loraine and Aren were especially alert, although Erhom and Lorler continued to sleep in the back of the wagon.

Midmorning saw them approaching the waterfall gully that Learyam had proposed for the ambush site: the roadway was narrow and rocky, preventing the wagons from moving very quickly, and the trees pressed in close to either side.  The gully widened not far from where the road crossed above the waterfall, but that widening was not visible beyond the trees and the omnipresent mist from the cascading waters.  Men on foot could travel faster and more safely than even those on horseback.  Loraine and Aren tensed further as they rocked slowly out onto the dike that spanned the headwaters.  As they approached the midpoint, her armsmen loosened their weapons in their sheaths, and a whistle from behind the wagon informed those ahead that the way back was blocked.

Shouts echoed across the water as her armsmen drew their weapons.  Thuds heralded the approach of riders, and Loraine reined in the wagon.  Loraine drew her bow, more for show than anything, expecting the riders to swarm the wagon, attempt to grab the children, and then flee.

Instead, she heard a shriek as one of her armsmen and his horse were shoved over the waterfall, and the clash of steel on steel.  The riders had said they would be going unarmed!  Why--?  Three men surged up out of the water next to the wagon, surprising her and Aren, and causing her horse to buck in his harness.  The boys screamed and Loraine flinched as she dove from the seat to calm the gelding.

The move likely saved her life.  A knife thudded into the wagon frame behind where she had been sitting, and Aren yelped, scrambling off the box seat.  Two of the attackers jumped into the back of the wagon, triggering additional screams from Erhom and Lorler.  The third sprang onto the driver's seat that Loraine had just vacated and jabbed the horse's hindquarters with the point of his sword.  Rearing and squealing, the horse leaped forward, and Loraine dove into the lake to avoid being crushed by the wagon wheels.  Aren shouted for help from her armsmen, but they had little choice in the matter, engaged as they were with the attackers.  Those ahead of the wagon suddenly found themselves disengaged with a runaway wagon bearing down on them, with their only option to run or to jump into the lake.  One was felled by an arrow, which made the decision for the rest, who drove their horses into the headwaters of the waterfall.  The four armsmen who had been behind the wagon attempted to pursue, but two had had their horses cut out from under them, and the other two were driven back by the bowmen.

Loraine screamed after the vanishing wagon and started to chase after it on foot, until one of her guards pulled her to the ground, shielding her from the barrage of arrows loosed in their direction from both sides of the gully, at the cost of his own life.  Then, it was silent, except for the excited breathing of the remaining horses and the panting and moans of the armsmen.  A final clatter heralded the disappearance of the wagon.

Aren crept forward, nursing an arrow in one shoulder, and rolled the dead bodyguard off of Loraine.  The woman clutched at his arms.  "What happened?!" she wailed, and Aren could only shake his head.  She sobbed her sons' names as her friend wrapped his uninjured arm around her and held her.

It wasn't long after that when her remaining armsmen shouted angrily, drawing their weapons again and taking defensive positions around the pair.  Half a dozen figures materialized out of the mist, then hesitated.  "Lady Loraine?" a familiar voice rang out.

The woman's head came up and she looked for the lanky bronzerider.  One of the skulking figures in the mist straightened up, gaining several inches of height, and strode forward.  Her guard growled a warning.  "Hold!" she shouted hoarsely, stopping her men.  "I thought we had an arrangement!" she cried angrily.

"We do!  What's going on?"

"You took them!  That wasn't the agreement!"

There was a moment of shocked silence.  "We...we didn't take them.  What do you mean, they were taken?!" the bronzerider's voice took on an alarmed edge.

Loraine started to charge forward, intending to beat the man with whatever came to her hand.  Aren caught her arm.  "He's speaking the truth.  It...it wasn't them," he whispered.  She stopped.  Her armsmen looked back and forth, between her and the strangers.

"My Lady, I don't understand.  What happened?"

Loraine waved her men to stand down, and the one who had been tending Aren's arm cautiously resumed that task.  T'lon approached the group warily, keeping his hands out to his sides where they could see them.  He took in the dead men wrapped in their cloaks on one side, the dead horses, and the various cuts and arrow wounds.  "Shards and shells, what happened?!" he demanded.

One of the guardsmen spoke up after a moment.  "We were ambushed.  I thought I saw Mordyn's colors on one, but I couldn't be sure.  They got the wagon with the boys."  The man had the grace to look ashamed at failing in his duty.

T'lon stared at him.  "What are the odds...?" he muttered, turning his gaze to Aren and Loraine.  The Lady Holder was a mess, sopping wet from her jump in the lake and grief reddening her face and eyes.  Aren was in marginally better shape, if you discounted the arrow in his shoulder.

Loraine reached for his arm, clutching at it.  "You have to save them!  You can find them before they can get away, it hasn't been more than a quarter hour!"  The Weyrleader stared at her, trying to make a decision.  Shard it all, but those boys were in danger!  But it was a huge risk for them to be seen.  "Please!"

T'lon sighed, and cursed.  Taking the woman's shoulders, he met her gaze.  "You have my word!"  Then he turned and ran.  Two of the others fell in beside him and they vanished into the mist.  The remaining three came forward to join the armsmen and began helping the beleaguered group make their way across the dike to solid ground.

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Candidate Bunkrooms - Wed Jun 17, 2020 9:53 pm

Housing Groups: Male
Suite No. 1:
Aren
Erhom
Lorler
Suite No. 2:
Quarion
Dynkl
Terisan
Suite No. 3:
Shemov
Ildel
Suite No. 4:
Lerane
Kimta
Taien
Suite No. 5:
Liadon
Patelo
Learyam
Suite No. 6:
Burlar
Dryden
Artie
Suite No. 7:
Skeldar
Theram
Strakel
Suite No. 8:
Tugar
Taysen
Polran
Suite No. 9:
Ceraven
Riakel
Burineo
Suite No. 10:
Gaskel
Runal
Erdran


Housing Groups: Female
Suite No. 1:
Marrisha
Nymine
Zerana
Suite No. 2:
Nylee
Xilosci
Secha
Suite No. 3:
Amaki
Rineta
Pola
Suite No. 4:
Luthi
Lorali
Liasa
Suite No. 5:
Nemeia
Neme
Safira
Suite No. 6:
Sindri
Leena
Hirana
Suite No. 7:
Theirasta
Lyeala
Alyena
Suite No. 8:
Warema
Tiora
Tarisa
Suite No. 9:
Ibani
Utani
Helja


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Candidate Remedial Education - Wed Jun 17, 2020 9:31 pm

Harper Lesson Groups: Week 1
Lesson Group A: Reading (morning)
Nymine
Secha
Pola
Kimta
Burlar
Liadon
Lesson Group B: Writing (morning)
Dynkel
Taien
Liasa
Safira
Leena
Theram
Nemeia
Theirasta
Lesson Group C: Math (morning)
Amaki
Erhom
Ildel
Patelo
Lyeala
Skeldar
Lesson Group D: Reading (midday)
Rineta
Taien
Lorali
Liasa
Safira
Theirasta
Lesson Group E: Writing (midday)
Quarion
Marrisha
Pola
Patelo
Neme
Dryden
Liadon
Lesson Group F: Math (midday)
Shemov
Lorler
Aren
Kimta
Artie
Hirana
Nemeia
Lesson Group G: Reading (evening)
Shemov
Neme
Leena
Hirana
Lyeala
Lesson Group H: Writing (evening)
Lorler
Erhom
Ildel
Rineta
Amaki
Burlar
Xilosci
Lesson Group I: Math (evening)
Marrisha
Nymine
Dynkel
Secha
Theram


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Candidate Craft Lessons - Wed Jun 17, 2020 9:10 pm

Crafter Groups: Week 1
Healers: (afternoon)
Quarion
Marrisha
Herders: (afternoon)
Nymine


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Candidate Craft Trials - Wed Jun 17, 2020 8:57 pm

Craft Groups: Week 1
Craft Group A: Carpentry (afternoon)
Shemov


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Candidate Chores - Wed Jun 17, 2020 8:48 pm

Candidate name and first day they'd be participating.
Chore Groups: Week 1 (3/23-4/1)
Chore Group A: Food Services (morning) -- Nium
Marrisha - 3/24
Quarion - 3/24
Shemov - 3/24
Alyena - 3/26
Chore Group B: Housekeeping (morning) -- Ashendel
Sindri - 3/23
Artie - 3/25
Ibani - 3/27
Chore Group C: Groundskeeping (morning) -- Nadra, Eletia
Nylee - 3/23
Hirana - 3/25
Strakel - 3/26
Polran - 3/26
Ceraven - 3/27
Erdran - 3/27
Chore Group D: Caretaking (morning) -- Lorie
Lerane - 3/23
Aren - 3/23
Neme - 3/25
Chore Group E: Errands (morning) -- S'nom
Zerana - 3/23
Learyam - 3/23
Rineta - 3/24
Chore Group F: Food Services (midday) -- Nium
Dynkel - 3/23
Nymine - 3/23
Ildel - 3/24
Secha - 3/24
Chore Group G: Housekeeping (midday) -- Shyen
Burlar - 3/23
Leena - 3/25
Utani - 3/27
Chore Group H: Groundskeeping (midday) -- Nadra
Amaki - 3/23
Erhom - 3/23
Theram - 3/25
Tugar - 3/25
Riakel - 3/26
Chore Group I: Caretaking (midday) -- Ryndena
Xilosci - 3/23
Lyeala - 3/25
Gaskel - 3/27
Chore Group J: Errands (midday) -- S'nom
Terisan - 3/23
Liasa - 3/24
Warema - 3/26
Chore Group K: Food Services (evening) -- Alina
Pola - 3/23
Kimta - 3/23
Taien - 3/23
Patelo - 3/24
Chore Group L: Housekeeping (evening) -- Shyen
Liadon - 3/23
Lorali - 3/24
Helja - 3/26
Chore Group M: Groundskeeping (evening) -- Eletia
Luthi - 3/23
Safira - 3/24
Skeldar - 3/25
Taysen - 3/25
Burineo - 3/26
Chore Group N: Caretaking (evening) -- Lorie
Nemeia - 3/23
Tarisa - 3/26
Runal - 3/26
Chore Group O: Errands (evening) -- D'ver
Theirasta - 3/23
Dryden - 3/24
Tiora - 3/25


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Alyena was nervous.  And annoyed.  She'd never gone anywhere by ship; when she had moved to Fort from Benden, she'd traveled overland.  Ship was supposed to be much faster, but it wasn't considered as safe.  The idea of being stuck on a boat, which wasn't particularly large and was, by her standards, confining, was not at all appealing.  Being stuck in close quarters with Polran, who had spent the last three days trying to talk her out of this trip, was just plain obnoxious.

But Aleamor and Rodia had made it quite clear: she was going this way to Tillek Hold, with their daughter Yesia and son-in-law Tinas, and Polran was her escort.  Officially, the trip was to give Alyena and Polran broader experience.  Unofficially, it was a way to transfer the two youngsters to Exile Weyr - they would be picked up at night by dragonriders and taken to the Weyr, presumably with no one the wiser except for the parties directly involved.  Unfortunately, it meant Alyena was seeing a side of Polran that she'd never noticed before: overbearing, overprotective, and overdone.  She wanted to whack him over the head with one of her mixing spoons.

In the early morning, they boarded the sloop, named Jonbee.  Apparently, the ship was named after a song that had been found in the AIVAS database, which the sailors were singing as they made ready to cast off.  Alyena wasn't musical at all, but she could appreciate good music.  She'd grown up hearing the cooks humming to themselves as they worked in the kitchens, and knew that it helped pass the time.  Her lip curled at the cabin she'd been assigned: tiny, just like she'd expected.  She tossed her pack on the floor under the hammock and made her way to the railing at the front of the sloop as they started to creep away from the dock.  She resisted the urge to watch the mountains of Fort diminish behind them as they pulled out.  Her new life was in front of her, now.

Polran joined her soon after, stepping up behind her and leaning on his arms, possessively placed on either side of her and pinning her to the railing.  At first she stiffened and considered elbowing him to get him to back off, but then the boat slewed sideways, making the turn out of the harbor, and she found herself glad for the arms that kept her from staggering to the side.  They had only recently started to become physically affectionate, when she had reached her majority and he had relinquished any claim on inheritance in favor of his twin brother.  It was "okay" for the two of them to associate once he was no longer likely to become Lord Holder; not that marrying the Hold's Headwoman would have been a bad thing for a Lord Holder, by any means, but Peruon had to at least appear available to other Lords with eligible daughters.  For his Lord Marshall-to-be, however, there was nothing standing in the way.  As they turned south to travel around Southern Boll's peninsula, the wind surged, filling their ship's sails, and the craft leaped forward, pushing her back against the young man's chest, and Alyena found herself smiling and remembering just why the two of them had become affectionate in the first place...and decided not to shove him away right now.  If he'd just stop begging her to not stand for Hatching...

It would be 3 days until they reached Southern Boll.  They would drop Elden and Ristabel off there.  The four older holders had traveled by boat many more times than the two youngsters.  They spent time getting their bunks settled before coming topside and spending time walking the decks and talking to the captain.  Polran seemed to sense that saying anything right now would set his companion off and just braced himself behind her against the rail as their transport glided smoothly across the morning's calm seas, enjoying the feel of her leaning back against him.

Before long, Alyena started to feel a little chilled.  They were heading south, and the wind was at their backs, but there was still wind in her face, and it was early morning and cold.  The moment she shivered, though, she knew that Polran would become solicitous and she wasn't in the mood for that.  With a sigh, she leaned forward and ducked under his arm to make her way back to her cabin.  She swayed a bit, unaccustomed to the motion of the ship, but quickly found her footing.  She was glad she hadn't felt any signs of the queasiness that others had warned her about.  She did collide with the door post as she entered her room, but she was alone in the hallway and no one saw.  She rummaged in her pack until she found the sweater Rodia had given her.  Both teenagers had been given heavy clothing.  On their second night out from Southern Boll, they were supposed to get dressed in it and wait on the deck for the dragonriders to come get them.

Alyena wasn't entirely sure she believed in the dragons and their riders.  She knew Learyam a bit, from his travels to the Hold over the years, though she didn't know him well.  But she trusted him.  She was fairly certain that Polran was convinced this whole thing was a charade.  He should have known Learyam better than she, but then again, he'd always been the type who needed to be able to touch the evidence to believe in it.  Well, if this wasn't a charade, he'd soon have all the evidence to convince himself that he could ever want!

She wasn't sure she wanted to go out on the deck again, but the size of the cabin was already starting to bother her.  She decided to try the galley; after all, wasn't she a baker?!  To her disappointment, it wasn't much larger than her cabin, and was cluttered with tables and benches.  Finally, she wound her way back topside, on the stern, away from Polran and the other passengers who were standing at the bow and talking animatedly.  Unfortunately, she found herself starting to shiver again, and made her way to the wheelhouse instead of going below decks again.  The wheelhouse wasn't large, but it had windows almost all the way around, allowing the captain a relatively unobstructed view of their surroundings, so she thought maybe she'd be more comfortable there.  That august character glanced over as she poked her head in the door.  "May I come inside?" she asked timidly.

"Of course, lass.  Rodia warned me about your claustrophobia.  If you're comfortable in here, you're welcome any time."  Alyena was fascinated by the meerschaum pipe that bobbed about his mouth, barely causing a lisp in his speech.  It didn't appear to be lit.  Out of the wind, but not feeling as confined, she perched on a stool in the corner.  "First time at sea?" he asked.

She nodded and then realized he wasn't looking her direction and spoke, "Yes.  It's colder than I expected."

The big man guffawed.  "Always chilly in the mornings.  Warms up fast once the sun's up, though.  Give it a couple of hours, you'll be baking in that sweater."  Alyena smiled, suspecting that the captain didn't know her profession, nor how funny that statement was to her.

The captain was correct: a couple of hours later, she was out on the deck with her sweater tied about her waist.  She leaned against the rail of the poop deck, watching the languid activity of the sailors below her.  They were never still for very long, though unless the wind changed or something unexpected occurred, they didn't hurry, either.  She found that she liked the sensation.  The kitchens were always so busy, and there was always a time constraint on everything.  Except very early in the morning - which was when she liked to work.  She could work at her own pace without people shouting and running about like their smocks were on fire.  It led her to wonder what like was like in the Weyr: did they hurry around, always under the impending threat of Fall, or did they take time to enjoy life?  Well, she'd find out soon enough.

She offered to help in the galley as lunchtime approached.  The cook shrugged.  "Not much to do.  Fire isn't a safe thing to have aboard a ship, so we mostly eat cold foods, things that don't require baking.  If we have something we want heated up, we put it in a solar oven on the deck.  Not many dishes to do, either.  People come by as they're hungry and grab something."  Oh.  Not what she was expecting.  So she got a cold cut and slipped back outside to the deck.  She sat on the stairs leading to the poop deck to eat, enjoying the sea breeze and the smell of the ocean.

Polran joined her before long, although he didn't have any food, and looked a bit green.  She refrained from teasing him, knowing that if he wasn't feeling well, it would help keep him from haranguing her during the trip.  No point in making it any worse.  A couple hours later, the water became choppier as the wind changed directions, and sent the boy scrambling for the railing.  Alyena took the opportunity to slip away, back to the wheelhouse, where the first mate ignored her as she settled on the seat she'd occupied earlier.  Her stomach full and feeling pleasantly warm, she started to doze, leaning into the corner of the windows.  No one disturbed her until the captain came in to take a turn at the wheel again as the light started to fade.  "Go try out your hammock, lass.  It's much more comfortable than that old stool."

Properly chastened, she slipped down the steps and into the cabin.  She opened the porthole window, giving the room some air.  She stared at the hammock, not entirely certain how to get into it without getting dumped on the floor.  She finally just tried and found it wasn't nearly as unstable as it looked.  Realizing there was a bite to the air gusting in from the window, she decided to use the blanket that was secured on a nearby shelf.  She cautiously stretched out on the suspended cot, finding that it folded a bit in the middle, cupping around her securely.  It made getting the blanket situated a little awkward, but she finally managed to completely cover herself without falling out.  She stared out the window as the stars started winking on and didn't notice when she fell asleep.

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Leena & Artie

The twins' parents had gone away for a day to some meeting and when they got back, they told Leena and Artie that there was a new project for their smithy to work on.  They wouldn't go into detail about what the project was, but given that there were reports of Threadfall coming down in other longitudes, they didn't really need to.  Every Apprentice was put to work building parts that the older smiths could weld together.  For Artie and Leena, that mean bending flat and round stock as needed to make chains and corner braces.  They were learning how to straighten stock, too, and because of this massive project, there were plenty of bent scraps coming in that needed straightened and, after being straightened, they were reforged by one of the older smiths; sometimes, those reforged bits would come back across their anvils, waiting to be bent into new, useful shapes.

During the work, Leena developed a knack for making chains.  Her parents quickly caught on and she and her mother teamed up: Leena bent and interlaced the links and her mother welded them.  Meanwhile, Artie worked with another Journeyman bending shutter frames.

Leena had no idea where all the materials were coming from, nor where all of their finished products were going to.  She saw tables and tools being being made, especially stonemason tools.  She was curious and regularly asked where the tools were being sent, but her father always shushed her.  Finally, she got Signy to follow one of the shipments; unfortunately, the distractable green fret got sidetracked halfway through the trip.  So she got Artie to convince Hagbard to follow it instead.  That's how the twins found out that they were being shipped to the volcanic atoll south of the island they lived on.

They confronted their parents with the information the next evening over dinner.  "We're fourteen, not eight!" Leena pointed out.  "We can keep a secret.  What is going on?"

"Leena, Artie, it's not a question of whether or not you can keep a secret.  There are people out there who can learn that secret without you actually telling them.  You know that from your Harper classes.  The fewer people who know what's going on, the better.  You need to keep what you've found to yourselves."  Their father was so livid that he'd been unable to speak and had to leave the room while their mother explained.

The twins were too old to be very frightened by their parents' statements, but it did impress on them the seriousness of the situation.  They sat quietly through the rest of dinner and considered what their mother said.  Finally, Artie asked, "Are we going to be moving there?"

Their parents looked at the two of them solemnly.  "I don't know," their father said, finally.  "Some people might.  I don't know if we will."

The twins went to bed that night, wondering what the next few months would bring.

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