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 Grove Weyr: Basecamp, WI:18 {Glacial Basecamp}
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 Posted: Jun 29 2018, 12:45 PM
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Nearing full capacity in large part due to the world-wide recognition for Expedition hosting, Grove has decided that they will continue giving host to spry adventurers, regardless of what might be uncovered. This serves the dual purpose of increasing camaraderie between the Weyrs, protecting the people they've asked to help them, and focusing the exploration efforts in one place.

Many personal weyrs are open for Dragonriders who choose to stay in the South during the expedition, and many caverns have been cleared for Wherhandlers and support staff alike. Grove seems to positively bustle and burst at the seams, and Daliboreans will find many former residents of their Weyr, plus many new faces with which to rub elbows. New this turn, Caravans have come from their circuits of the South, while still more are pushing their beasts to the limit in an attempt to make it to Grove in time--muttering about how these things should be openly scheduled.

Dining Hall, Lower Caverns, Infirmary, and private weyrs are the most likely places your characters will find themselves, and Weyrleadership has asked you kindly not to tell too many stories to the Candidates and Weyrlings, too much excitement isn't good for newly-Impressed or hopefuls who might wander out into the deadly Jungle or ice beyond and find themselves eaten.

Dalibor is covered in snow and black crackdust, but here in the deep South you know a hazy Summer where fruits are ripe and plentiful and the land is dangerous. It comes with all of the traditional terrors like the large Southern Felines, and biting insects, not to mention the memories brought on by seeing the dark line of Jungle just outside Grove's walls. However, where you are going is covered in snow and ice not unlike your home, and some might begin to regret they aren't still under that warm, if dangerous, canopy.


[ This thread is for posting reactions to various events that happen to your characters in the main thread, to hang out, and to do whatever you like! People who are not on the expedition but who are delivering supplies or otherwise indirectly helping can also meet up here! (Note: Weyrlings/Candidates are still not permitted here, though they can write letters of encouragement!)

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NO!

It happened so quickly. One moment they were walking through the glacial calm, and the next, her body erupted in pain. Zel tried to draw in a gasp but failed, the world a dizzying whirl. She choked. It was like a dozen knives lodged in her throat, warmth gushing, covering, smothering. A brief instant was filled with heat and the scent of fur. It was replaced by the acrid scent of blood. So much blood. Her blood. Everywhere. Her back hit the ice. Her vision spotted and rapidly deteriorating. She couldn't...she couldn't...PAIN! Whatever attacked her was thrown off, Zelsk's desperation and ire swamping all sensation. The copper was enraged. In despair.

Zel drew in a shaky, shallow breath that barely touched straining lungs.

Her last thoughts were consumed by Zelsk. And her beautiful, terrible fury.

It was perhaps best that she couldn't remain concious. In a sleep perilously close to death, she was dragged between. Zelsk was of no mind to guide them to Dalibor. Thus they ended up at Grove. Verity and Veritsk shouted for help, a blood soaked Zelsk single-mindedly seeking out the first healer she recognized. Hers was going to die if she wasn't helped NOW. And just like when she was suffering the plague, Zelsk refused to let Hers go so soon.

YOU WILL HELP MINE NOW!

She wasn't one to raise her mind voice. Rarely belligerent. But she'd first drag half the healers in camp to Hers before she'd think to let one pass Zel by. She would survive this. She had to. She wouldn't lose Hers to some stupid feline!

DO IT!

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Wa'ut had assembled a veritable army of supplies. He'd raided Grove's infirmary and taken what he felt was important, and brought his own from Dalibor. Just in case. He'd set up shop outside, where dragons and whers could be nearby their wounded companions. And then he'd waited. Qith was nearby, willing and eager to help soothe anyone that needed it, but it was Wa'ut that did the dirty work among the pair of them.

So when Zelsk's demands reached them, he was up and moving, rushing towards the copperhandler without pause, dumping his pack out and barking orders to anyone that got too close. "Pressure there. Get needlethorn ready. And that sinew." He didn't care who did what he demanded, but he slathered numbweed on the handler's wounds and, without waiting for it to take effect, began stitching her up.

It wouldn't be pretty - It was too vital for him to worry about neat, attractive stitches. Though, his skill wasn't to be overlooked. They weren't sloppy, just quick work and he settled into an easy routine. Stitch, stitch, stitch. Pause, move pressure, change bandages, stitch. Stitch. Stitch. "Don't try to talk, my dear. Zelsk, was it? If you would keep by her legs, I would appreciate it. On them is just fine. She's going to be hurting, but I won't know what the damage is done to her vocals or otherwise until we get the bleeding stopped. She isn't a harper, is she?" Wouldn't that be unfortunate?

It took time and when he finally managed to get the bleeding to stop, he was covered in blood that was not his own and still stitching away. Now that the blood was firmly inside her, where it belonged, he could be more concerned with making sure the wounds were appropriately closed and try to see what the lasting damage would be.



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Fresh waves of pain stirred Zel to the cusp of awareness. Voices. Someone telling her to not speak? Zelsk's mindvoice was louder. Demanding. A repetitive echo. She slipped back unconscious despite the wher's forceful mantra. It was better this way. She went limp in the healer's care, leaving an agitated copper pacing nearby, braced for a battle she couldn't fight. When Wa'ut asked her stay by Zel's legs, she growled but complied, sprawling across them and glowering at anyone and everyone who wasn't moving quick enough for her liking.

Not harper. Not talk much... Zelsk eventually replied, calming as the flow of blood stifled. She urged Hers to talk more. To speak louder and more proudly. They were going to be leaders some day. A proper leader knew how to hold oneself and address other people with poise and confidence. Well, it didn't matter. If Hers lost her voice, she would just speak for her as she often did anyway. They'd move past this. They'd move onwards. Always.

SmartMine no need to speak, just live. She flashed her teeth with unspoken promise. Let no one forget that she was wild born. Bonded though she may be, she'd be fearsome in her grief.

As the blood finally stopped seeping and the healers were able to declare her 'stable', Zelsk peered up at Hers' pallid complexion. Her skin was chalky and her chest barely rising and falling. The fight to survive was far from over.

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 Posted: Jul 1 2018, 04:32 PM
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"She should live, unless something goes wrong. I'm not perfect, but she's stitched up and the bleeding is under control. We'll be by to check on her, but if you see the bandages getting too bloody, call someone over." He really needed to get a couple of flits to train to help with this sort of thing.

"When she comes to, keep her where she is. Don't let her try to talk just yet. If no one is here, summon us. We'll try to get some liquids in her. I'll see about getting some broth made, too. Now," he focused on Zelsk as though she were human. Zel was his charge and, by proxy, Zelsk was. He studied her with a seriousness that was never very far from his expression. "I need you to listen for three things," he held three fingers up, and tapped his chest with his other hand. "Rattling in her chest, wet breathing or air escaping her wounds. None of those should happen, but if they do we have far more to worry about." He wasn't going to explain it to the wher. She didn't need details to worry about. Just her list.

"I'd tell you to keep close, but you will anyway. Questions?"

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Zelsk was at the most basic, a predator. She killed her prey in a similar manner that the icemauler attempted on Hers. A bite to the throat. Teeth locked into soft flesh, keeping her prey from moving and a swift snap of her head broke its neck. When this failed, keeping her jaws shut would result in a number of outcomes. She would strangle her prey, their violent thrashing unable to free themselves from the pressure crushing on their windpipe. Or, should they rip away, her teeth would slice apart their neck. If they could still breathe, they'd bleed out, vital paths in the body severed. Somehow, someway, that icemauler failed to snap Zel's neck or strangle her with its bite. And when his teeth were ripped free, he did not cut air from her lungs. While there was blood, Zel could still breathe. That little fact was what kept her alive. Had those fangs cut off her ability to breathe, Zelsk doubted even the best healer could have changed her fate.

But now she was sleeping. Neck stitched up, blood washed away, bandages stark against her complexion. The copper curled about Hers, encompassing the young woman as much as she was able. No doubt Hers would attempt to go back to those foolish, self-doubting days when she awoke. Zelsk would not abide by that. They'd just prove they could rise above moments like these...

All Zel had to do was wake up.

She let out a short huff.

How long until SmartMine is recovered? Not, when can she speak again. Not, when might she wake. Her query implied that she had no doubt that Hers would heal up, it was just a matter of when. Weeks, months...? Her experience with neck injuries always resulted in death for her prey. She knew little of survival beyond it.

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NeedDragonhealers, said Koloth appearing over the Basecamp even in the situation that he found himself in speaking in a rapid speech pattern outside of one word sentences. Though considerably awkward for both Dragons both the Cyan and Burgundy landed safely though Koloth had to stay in the air longer to put Sizinith down onto the ground of the basecamp.

Kiveena looked towards the senior Dragonrider wondering what would have to be done about the bones in Sizinith’s wings, though she wasn’t a member of Marchenta’s family so it wasn’t really her place to pry. She would stay at least until the Dragonhealers arrived and give them the story as to how Sizinith was injured if needed by the Healers. As for what she and her Burgundy would to after the Wingrider didn’t think that far ahead of time though she didn’t feel like going out for the expedition for a couple of days. Hopefully she would have better luck next time but that was hardly a guarantee especially considering how she caught the disease that was going around the people assembled for the previous expedition that she still didn’t have a definitive answer as to how it started.

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"I don't know," Wa'ut replied honestly, giving Zelsk a look that conveyed that he wished he could give her a certain answer. "It varies from person to person. And her wounds are extensive. Make sure she doesn't move around too much until we can get her well again. I'll be able to give you a more accurate response tomorrow. I've never treated her before, I don't know how quickly she heals. But she's strong," he smiled down at the handler. "We'll get her back into shape as soon as we're able. Qith, don't venture too far, will you? You'll be able to tell me if she wakes faster than Zelsk could, and can relay any further questions, of course."

Of course. Qith agreed, settling in nearby but far enough away so that he wasn't in the middle of everything and, thus, in the way. He knew how to manage this and kept his attention fixated on Zelsk and company, ready and eager to do what he could to help his rider. His eyes swirled with worry, although in muted tones. He had the utmost confidence in Wa'ut.

And I appreciate it as always, my love. The healer gave his dragon a smile and rushed off to handle the next emergency that showed up, fortunately not nearly as bad as Zel's. Though, he stopped back by her cot every time he had any sort of break, checking her vitals and speaking to Zelsk about her recovery and what could be expected.

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Cold. Ice, snow and cold. And then...

"SHIT!!"

The ground opened up beneath Skyler faster than his Wher could pull him away, and he slipped inside, feeling his jacket tear as Skylsk's teeth caught in it trying to grab him. Darkness closed in around him as he fell, and he hit the ice hard, though not incapacitatingly so. He was moving to sit up when she landed on him, screeching in protest of the fall, and he screamed as his leg audibly cracked, her weight hitting him hard and crushing it. Mine! SorrysorryMine! Sorry! she yelped, leaping off of him and cuddling her head into his chest, trembling.

"SKYLER!" Terran cried, landing next to him. He'd also slid down, but in a more controlled fashion, his Miner's training kicking in and helping him shift himself. He kneeled next to his brother's leg, which was showing blood where the bone had broken through the skin. "This is gonna hurt, brothermine," he warned, pulling the first-aid supplies from Skylsk's bags and moving to straighten the leg. Skyler screamed again, and Skylsk whimpered, her guilt and sorrow flooding her Handler ALMOST enough to overwhelm the pain.

Terran thanked the stars his brother had insisted he at least LISTEN to him before they'd come out, in case First aid was needed, and wrapped the leg tightly. Snow and ice landing near him warned him, and Tersk landed heavily nearby, looking around him swiftly to be sure the trio were safe, then beginning to investigate to see if there was anything potentially dangerous present. "Tersk, let them know what we'll need help," he said, and the Brown turned his massive head back towards him. Storm dangerous. Dragon dead. No come 'til morning, he replied, and Terran winced, but nodded. They were on their own then.

"I'll... Be fine," Skyler panted, stroking Skylsk's head gently where it now rested on his abdomen. "Lift... Leg, Skylsk. It'll help stop the bleeding." The Orange moved instantly, waiting as Terran very gently lifted it, then rested it on her head. The Miner then removed the blankets from Tersk's bags and made a makshift pillow from one, covering his twin with the other. It was going to be a long night...


With morning came rescue, and they were returned to the Basecamp. Both Whers insisted on remaining with their Handlers, and goggles were found for them so they could. The Orange was pale, her skin-tone faintly grayish with her negative emotions. She was still suffering from guilt and sorrow, her thought that her Handler would have been fine if she had been faster, or smaller at the very least, causing it. Skyler's insistence it was not her fault was only faintly helping, and she refused to move far from his side. Terran reported in with what they had, then returned to his twin as well, his Brown sleeping close by in case he was needed for something.


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Quith. QUITH! SmartMine is waking...

A few days had passed since Zel was injured, and each one of them a nightmare for Zelsk. The young handler occasionally blinked awake since being rescued but she'd been far from lucid. Fever set in. Her body fighting against lost blood and infection. Zelsk did her best to keep her bonded still when she started to shift and thrash in her sleep, not wanting her to open up her injuries and invite further complications. But today, the copper could sense it. While still feverish, Zel was waking up properly. Sticky eyelids cracked open and she groaned, the noise catching in her throat, pain radiating through every nerve.

Zel's breathing quickened and hitched, each breath difficult.

'No speak. Be calm and breathe, Mine.'

'W-what happened?'

'...you almost died.'

The copper rested her chin beside Zel's head, tail flicking against her shoulder; she'd effectively draped herself around her handler like a tunnelsnake. Warm-colored eyes fixed on the young woman's flushed face and unfocused green gaze. She'd be asleep again soon. But she was fighting. That was the important thing. This brief respite of wakefulness meant there was a chance for her to stay awake in the future.

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 Posted: Jul 12 2018, 11:08 PM
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Wa'ut, Zel is awake.

The words jolted the healer out of an unplanned nap and he sat bolt upright, blinking until he could orient himself and remember where exactly he was. Oh, right. South. In their little camp that was slowly turning into a hot mess of injuries, but a hot mess of injuries in which he was in the middle of and barking orders without hesitation. Other healers could listen or they could do their own thing. Wa'ut wouldn't wait around long enough to find out, he'd do it himself if they didn't jump to.

"Right, right," he scrambled up, grabbing his bag and rushing to the handler's side.

Qith informed Zelsk before the bluerider had made it and gave a happy croon when he did arrive. She is frightened, Qith informed his rider, though whom he was speaking about wasn't very clear, nor did he bother to limit his careful relay to only Wa'ut. Zel and Zelsk could assume it was about whomever they wanted. It didn't change the fact.

"How are you feeling, my dear?" Wa'ut asked, then immediately held up a hand, waggling a finger at Zel. "Tell her, she will tell me. Won't you?" He asked Zelsk as though legitimately concerned the copper wouldn't, but his concern was limited as he pressed the back of his hand to Zel's forehead.

Immediately, he launched into a basic once over, the likes of which he'd done nearly every hour she'd been asleep. Temperature, pulse, check the bandages for pus or excessive bleeding, listen to her chest, listen to her breathing. Of course, when she'd been asleep he'd also taken the time to carefully arrange her limbs so she at least looked comfortable. But now, he reached for her forearm, lifted it, then blinked at her as though surprised she was awake.

"Right. You can do that on your own." He gave a small chuckle and smiled at her before fetching a stool and sitting.

"I'm sure Zelsk has given you a run down of the encounter - She'd know it better than I would - But your neck is very badly wounded. Torn open, but your windpipe and throat remain in one piece, or were put back into one. Whichever. I don't know the range of your vocals, nor will we until you heal more. The body is wonderful at taking care of itself."

"I've kept you dosed with numbweed, something I expect will be continued for quite some time. I also have something to assist with scarring, once you are healed enough to remove the bandages. You'll find it pulls on the skin, but that's normal and expected. Does anywhere in particular hurt? You are stitched up rather heavily, and working on the unconscious is so much easier than the conscious. Quieter." He chuckled at his own joke and gave her another smile, patting her hand. "You'll be alright. I'd bet my knots on it."

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Zelsk refrained from grousing at Wa'ut. The healer actually thought she wouldn't act as Zel's voice? Stupid man. Just like during the jungle plague, her eyes would be swirling with warm tones until Hers was out of the infirmary and back home. Once this injury healed up they would go back to patrolling. They'd show everyone how strong Hers was. Prove everyone with doubts that Zelsk did indeed choose well. She'd...she'd try to find a way to make up for her own failure. Her bonded was harmed within arm's reach. No matter that it took mere moments to rip the feline off Zel, its fangs plunged into her throat while the young woman's hand was on Zelsk's harness.

Pale fingers lifted to lay against the copper's hide. Green eyes peering into swirling depths.

'Don't blame yourself for whatever happened, love. I'm alive, aren't I?'

Zelsk flicked her tail, watching the healer check over Hers, SmartMine is in pain. Guilt and possession clashed as she refocused on Zel. She offered a tiny glimmer of her perspective of the events. Feeling Zel's fear and pain, turning to see that predator going for the killing bite, daring to try to drag her off like prey. Zel tensed. Healing would be long in coming, both physical and mental. Give more. Make pain stop. Her handler tapped weakly at Zelsk's tail, chiding the wher for her haughty demand. 'He may have given me all he can.'

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It had seemed like a perfectly normal night. Their mapping had gone smoothly. Too smoothly, it seemed, in hindsight. How long had they been stalked? Had they simply wandered into the beast's territory? No one would ever know. All they had now was the sad task of culling and burying their dead. Despite any effort of wher and human, too much blood had been lost to save Taralo - she had borne the brunt of the attack and had those extra moments between mauling and salvation.

Tariv barely fared better. Maybe it was the fact that he had already survived one feline attack. Maybe it was dumb luck. Maybe Tarele and Ariancha had arrived just in time. Regardless, he now lay broken, stitched, slathered, and bandaged on a cot in the Grove Weyr base camp. But he was alive, and that was the important part.

His Green let out a long sigh that ended on a whine, curled as she was by her handler's side. She, too, was bandaged, but wher hide did not part as easily as flesh and so her wounds were far from serious. Tarisk didn't like this, having next to no presence from Tariv's mind, drugged as he was. But she loved him, wholly and truly, and wouldn't leave his side. They had a long road ahead of them as too many others had.

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Taresk didn’t like the position that he was thrust into, kulling a wher should never be taken lightly especially if the wher lost their bonded not to old age but to injuries caused by some beast that a wher didn’t manage to kill. The thought that the Southern Icemauler that ultimately killed Taralo, indirectly caused the death of Taralosk, severe injuries to Tariv, and comparatively minor injuries of Tarisk was still out there didn’t help with the Brown’s mood either in contrast to his normal attitude.

Tarele didn’t really have any clue as to what to do or say at the time, the former Trader wasn’t injured nor was Taresk, though Ariancha and Arisk did come away with injuries it was nothing compared to what the other pair sustained and would heal in a day or two enough to go back out. A thing like this happening to Tarele himself was the reason why he didn’t want his firelizards coming along. Whether or not Nirvan decided to go against that was yet to be seen though whether or not that meant that he followed it or he managed to not get caught wasn’t clear. As long as the Blue didn’t die, turn up injured (especially missing a limb or two), or he got word that Nirvan did something that got him in major trouble Tarele didn’t really have any reason to force the issue.

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