[Magic Clutch] So It Begins [First Blooding RP]

[Prism Shine]

I'lin and Bronze Pellereth


HP: 22/28
Hour 1, Roll 1: 4
Hour 1, Roll 2: 19
Hour 1, Roll 3: 17 / -4 HP
Hour 2, Roll 4: 15 / -2 HP / Damage Save
Hour 2, Roll 5:
Hour 2, Roll 6:
Hour 3, Roll 7:
Hour 3, Roll 8:
Hour 3, Roll 9:
Hour 4, Roll 10:
Hour 4, Roll 11:
Hour 4, Roll 12:

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15. As you're wheeling and diving and cutting through the thread, you make some impressive moves. Your dragon takes some ash damage but it's light, and a reminder to try to avoid flying directly into the burning flames. Damage -2 HP

Thankfully, throughout, you do manage to see some thread coming right at a fellow weyrling. You call out to them and save the day! My oh my, how impressive you are! Save Quote a wingmate and nullify any damage they're to take!

Diving in, Pellereth seemed to find some confidence in his ability to sear thread. I'lin calming down certainly helped, as the bronze weyrling veered to sear another clump of thread. The backsplash of ash was surprising, and though it stung at his hide, it wasn't as bad as the light scoring down his shoulder.

Yet as he veered, his eyes caught sight of ... [Damage Save]  

[Prism Shine]

I'lin and Bronze Pellereth


HP: 22/28
Hour 1, Roll 1: 4
Hour 1, Roll 2: 19
Hour 1, Roll 3: 17 / -4 HP
Hour 2, Roll 4: 15 / -2 HP / Damage Save
Hour 2, Roll 5: 16
Hour 2, Roll 6:
Hour 3, Roll 7:
Hour 3, Roll 8:
Hour 3, Roll 9:
Hour 4, Roll 10:
Hour 4, Roll 11:
Hour 4, Roll 12:

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16. Things start off slow, but you manage to catch a few strands of Thread. For the most part, you realize that things seem to be a mix of quiet followed by moments of stress. You catch a solid tangle, but another few strands fall through. You find it's tricky when there are entire groups falling overhead together, and you find yourself struggling to make the right choice on what to catch. In one instance, you almost singe a wingmate by forgetting your airspace. Rookie mistake! [If you roll this 3 times, you actually find yourself burning a wingmate. Quote a weyrling and have them take -5 HP from burn damage! The counter then resets.]

Frustration mounted in Pellereth, shared across their bond, as the pair stared at the falling strands. How were they to know which to get? Surely they couldn't sear them all, not by themselves. That's why multiple wings were needed. Yet as Pellereth wheeled to finally sear another patch, a flash of riding straps and hide made him turn away sharply, and the patch tumbled down further.

I'lin patted his hide, cringing internally but gazing back up at the sky. They couldn't live and die with each cluster -- else they might actually live and die. Head in the moment, and needing to make less rookie mistakes (for a rookie).  

[Prism Shine]

I'lin and Bronze Pellereth


HP: 22/28
Hour 1, Roll 1: 4
Hour 1, Roll 2: 19
Hour 1, Roll 3: 17 / -4 HP
Hour 2, Roll 4: 15 / -2 HP / Damage Save
Hour 2, Roll 5: 16
Hour 2, Roll 6: 16
Hour 3, Roll 7:
Hour 3, Roll 8:
Hour 3, Roll 9:
Hour 4, Roll 10:
Hour 4, Roll 11:
Hour 4, Roll 12:

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16. Things start off slow, but you manage to catch a few strands of Thread. For the most part, you realize that things seem to be a mix of quiet followed by moments of stress. You catch a solid tangle, but another few strands fall through. You find it's tricky when there are entire groups falling overhead together, and you find yourself struggling to make the right choice on what to catch. In one instance, you almost singe a wingmate by forgetting your airspace. Rookie mistake! [If you roll this 3 times, you actually find yourself burning a wingmate. Quote a weyrling and have them take -5 HP from burn damage! The counter then resets.]

Shaffit! Again!

Pellereth barked, having once again dove to sear a clump and have found himself out of his own airspace. The flash of hide startled them both, but thankfully had been saved by Pellereth's quick action.

The guilt edged at their minds, falling back in formation, and I'lin patted his beloved's hide. Easy, now, Pell. You got this, we've got this. Had his own insecurity and panic set off his dragon's own anxiety? The bronze weyrling took a shaky breath, trying to calm himself, and was rewarded with a wave of affection through their bond.  

[Prism Shine]

I'lin and Bronze Pellereth


HP: 22/28
Hour 1, Roll 1: 4
Hour 1, Roll 2: 19
Hour 1, Roll 3: 17 / -4 HP
Hour 2, Roll 4: 15 / -2 HP / Damage Save
Hour 2, Roll 5: 16
Hour 2, Roll 6: 16
Hour 3, Roll 7: 7 / Damage Save
Hour 3, Roll 8:
Hour 3, Roll 9:
Hour 4, Roll 10:
Hour 4, Roll 11:
Hour 4, Roll 12:

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7. This is horrible. Thread is a lot more potent than you expected. While it started off relatively quiet, the wind gusts so high up are a lot stronger than you expected.

If you’re a brown whose adult size is 34’ or larger or a bronze, you’ll fight against the wind but your strength and stamina allow you to pull through. You're able to play a bit of heroics and even manage to flame some Thread from one of your struggling fellows. Save Quote a wingmate and save them from damage!

The wind proved to be more of a factor than either had quite anticipated, and a strong gust threatened to pull them out of alignment. But size and bulk had it's favor, and Pellereth was quickly able to fight his way through it, diving to chase a clump of thread that was threatening ... [Damage Save]  

[ShinosBee]

Theo of Bronze Iweth
HP: 23/28
Hour 1 – 1: 18
Hour 1 – 2: 19 (1/3)
Hour 1 – 3: 4 (1/5)
Hour 2 – 1: 2 (1/?)
Hour 2 – 2: 8
Hour 2 – 3: 17
Hour 3 – 1: 4 (2/5)
Hour 3 – 2:
Hour 3 – 3:
Hour 4 – 1:
Hour 4 – 2:
Hour 4 – 3:

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You're suddenly having a moment of panic. This is real. This is too real. You are now face-to-face with the deadly menace that has killed so many. The silver strands wind and twist and reach out for you, and you suddenly find yourself filled with doubt and worry. Can you do this? Why are you up here? What about all those that failed? How can you do this for the rest of your life -- a life that could well be cut short!?! Thankfully, while you are having a moments panic, your dragon seems to know what to do--especially when the lurch to the side and dive to flame down a few patches of Thread. While this doesn't really calm you, and you're still sweating bullets beneath that helmet, you do begin to focus more on sweeping up the Thread. [If your roll this five times or more throughout the course of the game, your Panic will get the best of you and you will panic yourself as you jump Between. You may choose to 1. die and be lost forever 2. appear from Between way off course and take Major Damage -12 HP by jumping right in a nasty clump that you weren't even supposed to be near or 3. appear from Between way off course right in your fellows airspace. Quote a weyrling and give them Major Damage -12 HP for flaming them or startling them into a patch. You in trouble now. Encouragement has no effect on this outcome or counter though you can be saved from damage.]

Like waves on the shore, a tide of panic swept up again to smother Theo, leaving him shaking in his straps as Iweth once more guided them through the fall, scorching thread as his rider moved on auto-pilot. We're going to be fine, my Theo, you'll see! We'll be heroes, I promise, but I need your help...! It was unfair to the dragon, but thankfully with a little coaxing he was able to rouse Theo from his stupor once more in time to avoid calamity.  

[Prism Shine]

I'lin and Bronze Pellereth


HP: 22/28
Hour 1, Roll 1: 4
Hour 1, Roll 2: 19
Hour 1, Roll 3: 17 / -4 HP
Hour 2, Roll 4: 15 / -2 HP / Damage Save
Hour 2, Roll 5: 16
Hour 2, Roll 6: 16
Hour 3, Roll 7: 7 / Damage Save
Hour 3, Roll 8: 18
Hour 3, Roll 9:
Hour 4, Roll 10:
Hour 4, Roll 11:
Hour 4, Roll 12:

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18. You're doing great and feeling good! Though you wind up with a few small ashburns, and you're still feeling a little anxious, nothing has gone horribly wrong. When Thread gets close, you make your move and flame it away. When you're tapped to deliver firestone, you do so with no trouble. This isn't so bad... Not at all! You're feeling good, and that's what matters. You and your dragon surely are naturals, baby! Good job! You're certain the Weyrlingmaster's have noticed your natural skill.

After such a rocky start, I'lin and Pellereth seemed to be able to relax into the motions. It wasn't too bad, being able to finally work out what were perhaps an awful case of first time jitters.

Easy.

Don't get cocky now.

We are born for this. This is our duty, and we are beginning to excel at it. What could be better?

Not dying.  

[Prism Shine]

I'lin and Bronze Pellereth


HP: 22/28
Hour 1, Roll 1: 4
Hour 1, Roll 2: 19
Hour 1, Roll 3: 17 / -4 HP
Hour 2, Roll 4: 15 / -2 HP / Damage Save
Hour 2, Roll 5: 16
Hour 2, Roll 6: 16
Hour 3, Roll 7: 7 / Damage Save
Hour 3, Roll 8: 18
Hour 3, Roll 9: 14
Hour 4, Roll 10:
Hour 4, Roll 11:
Hour 4, Roll 12:

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12-14. Firestone run! A weyrlings primary purpose, after all. Roll 5 D100s. Odds were successful tosses that make their mark. Evens are botched tosses that result in a second or third throw needed.

Several botched throws in a row, all needing to be thrown new firestone sacks. It stung, immensely. Angering wingriders, a wingleader -- and Faranth, that botched throw to D'mon had his heart absolutely sinking, and hoping that all of his shortcomings weren't entirely on display for his dad to see today. He'd never been happier to return to his formation, heart still somewhere in the pits of his stomach.

Uta

Sorry D'mon, your son is having a bad day.

 

[Prism Shine]

(Prism can't read directions, rerolling)  

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(Actual firestone roll)  

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I'lin and Bronze Pellereth


HP: 21/28
Hour 1, Roll 1: 4
Hour 1, Roll 2: 19
Hour 1, Roll 3: 17 / -4 HP
Hour 2, Roll 4: 15 / -2 HP / Damage Save
Hour 2, Roll 5: 16
Hour 2, Roll 6: 16
Hour 3, Roll 7: 7 / Damage Save
Hour 3, Roll 8: 18
Hour 3, Roll 9: 14
Hour 4, Roll 10: 2 / -1 HP
Hour 4, Roll 11:
Hour 4, Roll 12:

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2-3. Things got heavy, fast! Thread seems to be everywhere, or at least, slipping through more than you thought it would. Is it just your location? Are other weyrlings this unlucky? Your dragon catches some, but not all, of the strands and what's worse, you wind up getting scored in the process! Thankfully, while the damage isn't major it's enough to send a shock of pain through the link. Threadscore: Take -1 Damage from Threadscore. Every time you roll this prompt, the damage goes up +1 as you and your dragon begin to exhaust themselves. Saves can nullify some or all of the damage, but the counter will continue to go up; Encouragement will reset the counter back to -1.

Rejoining back with their wing, it seemed that they'd gotten back just in time. Searing the thread that fell so heavily, but they'd overextended again, as another sliver of thread laced through Pellereth's wingsail like a hot knife through butter. Giving a bark, they snapped between once more to reappear, as the dragon gave a shudder at the pain.  

[ShinosBee]

Theo of Bronze Iweth
HP: 20/28
Hour 1 – 1: 18
Hour 1 – 2: 19 (1/3)
Hour 1 – 3: 4 (1/5)
Hour 2 – 1: 2 (1/?)
Hour 2 – 2: 8
Hour 2 – 3: 17
Hour 3 – 1: 4 (2/5)
Hour 3 – 2: 9 (1/3)
Hour 3 – 3:
Hour 4 – 1:
Hour 4 – 2:
Hour 4 – 3:

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It’s all the little stuff that is causing you problems! One minute your airspace is clear, another minute you find it full of Thread. Where is your cover!? If you’re a bronze or brown rider, you can’t help but feel that the smaller colors aren’t doing their jobs in trying to keep your dragon safe. Whether it’s actually true, or paranoia from all the stress, you can feel your irritation levels rise. Aren’t you supposed to be on a team and work together? Ugh! Damage -3 HP.

[If this is your 3rd time rolling this prompt throughout the game, Quote a Wingmate to take Strife. For the rest of the game, you are feeling salty. You cannot save the quoted dragon from damage of any type and if they save you from damage, it will only half what you take (rounded down). Huff. The counter resets after you take Strife. You may carry this agitation with you post-game to work out (or duke out?!) in the Barracks.]

Another tangle of thread seemed to appear from nowhere to threaten them, leaving the poor bronze yelping and skittering away between once more. Though normally calm and quite friendly, in his lingering distress, Theo couldn't help but find himself feeling slightly bitter towards his wingmates. Of course he understood logically that they were doing their bests, that they had their own dragons to worry about, but his heart was screaming that Iweth, only Iweth was important to him... and they were letting his poor perfect bronze get hurt! It left a thread of anger laced through his otherwise anxious demeanor that had not been there before.  

[Prism Shine]

I'lin and Bronze Pellereth


HP: 13/28
Hour 1, Roll 1: 4
Hour 1, Roll 2: 19
Hour 1, Roll 3: 17 / -4 HP
Hour 2, Roll 4: 15 / -2 HP / Damage Save
Hour 2, Roll 5: 16
Hour 2, Roll 6: 16
Hour 3, Roll 7: 7 / Damage Save
Hour 3, Roll 8: 18
Hour 3, Roll 9: 14
Hour 4, Roll 10: 2 / -1 HP
Hour 4, Roll 11: 6 / Damage Save Alque / -8 HP
Hour 4, Roll 12:

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5-6. Your adrenaline is pumping and you feel fit to fight! Whatever fears or worries you have, you’re absolutely ready to take the world by storm. Your dragon wheels and dives, and you wind up successfully flaming some strands. Of course, you also find yourself suddenly dangling in some mighty precarious positions as your dragon avoids getting smacked by a tangle of Thread. The straps you so valiantly worked on are the only thing keeping you from plummeting to your death. Let’s hope Thread doesn’t latch onto those thick leathers… and if they do, that your backup security straps work! Thankfully, as the fight continues, you focus on what’s important--flaming down Thread. If white, green, or blue, you wind up saving one of your wingmates thanks to your impressive quick wingwork! Damage Save Quote a wingmate and save them from the damage they would take. If brown or bronze, you play a bit of hero. Knowing your dragon should be able to take a hit, you can Self-Sacrifice. Quote a wingmate and take their damage instead. While it may hurt you, it also means you were able to save the day.

They could do this! Wheeling in, Pellereth flamed down another clump of thread, as I'lin felt a surge of pride for his dragon fighting on. A fighter's spirit not diminished in the face of thread -- not like his had been.

Pellereth wheeled, turning in a sharp maneuver that had I'lin's stomach turning slightly as suddenly the only thing keeping him from falling was those few precious straps he'd made. Yet the bronze spied another clump, heading straight for Alquemieth. His personal feelings on his family aside, Alquemieth was still his cousin, still family.

To his blundering horror, he needed to chew more stone, and there wasn't time.

Alquemieth! Watch out! Diving in, Pellereth wedged himself between his cousin and the falling clump of thread, unable to help the shriek that came as the clump bit into him--and bit in hard. It nested into his side, biting into I'lin's leg and threatening the very straps that he'd been thankful for, only to snap between and take the clump with him.

He'd reappeared a heartbeat later, shaking more profoundly, but at the very least happy and a touch proud to have protected another.

medigel

A timey wimey save, and I'll take that chunk of damage pls and thank.