Violent Delights and Violent Ends - Isilsk | Walled Forces and the Walled Trinity

The vast territory that belongs to the Southern people of Walled Hold. A fishing village also exists within this territory. Between the two settlements the people aren't very large in number, but they are filled with pride and strength.
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Fri Aug 16, 2019 1:36 pm

Season - Late Spring (takes place a week after A Second Friend Lost)
Time - Night
Location - Walled, Dragon Ward - Mother's Home
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She had not come alone.

Four other riders from the cause had joined Theria in her plot to infiltrate the Dragon Ward. D'met, a young pewterrider guard who had always looked after her father in his keep; O'dyen, a bluerider of Walled who stood for the cause the day Sonia died; Veridel, weyrmate to O'dyen and fellow seditionist; and Evora, Theria's faithful sister whom she could always trust with a bow. Together, they plotted a way through Walled's forces, so they might penetrate the heart of the hold and take out the Mother.

It had just begun to rain when the five dragons appeared over Walled. The soggy pewter clouds provided them the cover they needed, concealing their forms for all their very existence would court the attentions of keen minded dragons.

They know we're here, Siligath warned as her eyes whirled a violent red.

Then we'd better work fast, Theria replied.

As the Walled watch dragon bugled out, Theria turned to the rest in her wing and lifted a hand with two fingers signally her riders. A tip to the left indicated the order about to be given were to go to O'dyen and D'met, and when she brought the hand down, she demanded they dive and charge the forces in distraction.

With a battle cry, O'dyen's blue led the offence. He folded his wings, leading Veridel's own beast into the charge. It would be a test of wills among dragons, their peaceful natures warring with the savage need to survive the other. Might violence among dragons occur this night? Theria would leave it to them to decide who drew blood first if it came to that.

The activity of the blues began to draw the aerial guard. From her cover in the clouds, Theria saw how the dragons set chase after the pair of blues, two blues who dared to turn upon them and challenge their resolves.

But Theria and her remaining forces had not gone unnoticed. Several of the aerial guard spotted the three dragons hiding in the clouds and began to ascend for them. Yet Theria waited for them, letting the dragons come dangerously close. Bronze eyes narrowed upon them, offended by the very sight of them, but a pleased smirk came to her lips. Right as the dragons might make contact with them, Theria gave the signal. Together, Siligath, Ostellith, and Gestroth slipped into the welcoming embrace of between.

When they reappeared, it was over the pavilion of the dragon ward.

Dragons trumpeted out as Gestroth landed first. When the footmen came charging, they were stunned to find a tail impact them, sending them across the pavilion. It cleared the way for Siligath and Ostellith who took to the ground next. Theria and Evora were quick to dismount, as was D'met who unsheathed his sword and charged the guards men.

They had to make it to the mother's quarters, Theria growled to herself in determination. Beside her, Evora let loose an arrow that sprouted along a guard's throat. She quickly supplied a second arrow from her quiver, and knocked it before landing a second fatal blow through a guard's gaping mouth. A third guard, who had come far too close for an arrow, jumped Theria and Evora. As Evora began to knock a second arrow, Theria tangled with the guard, blocking his blows before she managed to swing back and slit his throat. Blood sluice from the wound as he began to retreat from her and Evora. He was the last of the first wave. With an opening provided, the three riders drove forward up the path that would take them to the Mother's home. D'met and Theria covered Evora, taking out those who charged for them while Evora shot at those who might threaten them at a distance and from above.

"There's a lot of them!" D'met shouted in frustration.

"Don't worry, I have plenty of arrows to spare," Evora grinned as she let another arrow loose that took out a guard up ahead.
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The dragons in the air that took the bait of the challenging dragons met them head on. As Southern dragons with generations of exposure to fighting more than just Thread, they showed little hesitation, as focused and ready as their soldier riders. Dragonback weapons were drawn in case of the chance of closer combat when dragons locked, but it would mostly be up to their ferocious blues to lock talons and snap jaws for killing blows.

There would be no hiding from all that an attack was being made in the Dragon Ward of Walled, as some guards were killed with deft arrows, some dragons keened and betweened. Not all guards taken were riders, but a number were, making the attack more of a spectacle for those outside of the Ward than The Mother would have wanted.

”Harbinger, a group of riders has invaded!” A soldier called out to the fierce woman, who snapped her a glare.

”Of course I know that you fecking tailfork! At this rate everyone in Walled is going to know. Who the hell are they anyways, Atricis riders?”

”It hasn’t been determined,” the soldier admitted unwillingly, Nakoma huffed then waved a few soldiers who were about to meet the intruders headon.

”Take yourselves and your dragons to The Mother’s quarters, guard her closely,” she ordered sharply, and the group obeyed her immediately, changing course with their dragons swooping closer to the Mother’s home.

They are a small group, my blade, they have taken out many so far and they make their way directly to the Mother. Rustomth reported from the air, gliding overhead and swooping away with a skilled twist as an arrow dared to try to reach him. Another dragon wasn’t so lucky, his rider hit and betweening only moments after.

Swiftly away, Rustomth, we cannot have you fall this day. Wait for my signal. She ordered the blue, and the tri-toned beast obeyed, winging himself away from the battle as a pair of dragonback archers swooped into the fray.

While many of their own littered the ground, they saw who they needed to focus on of the group the most as they made their way toward the mother’s home. The plan was, with two of them it would be hard for the archer to take them both, and their dragons were small, swift greens trained to dodge and even take non-lethal blows to their own hide to protect their riders. One archer shot for Evora’s heart, but her aim wasn’t as certain as Evora’s in that moment, an arrow piercing the archer rider’s left chest, uncertain if the arrow hit a lethal point or not as she gripped her bleeding wound and her dragon curved to retreat. Even as one rider suffered a wound from a freakishly well aimed arrow, the other took her own aim, and loosed an arrow right to Evora’s throat.

Nakoma stood before the Mother’s abode, waiting for the intruders making their way suredly down the path. From her view, their archer, while beautifully skilled, was felled by one of her best dragonback archers. She grinned.

Rustomth. Their archer is down.

The blue knew what this meant, and from where he had waited, he flew out, two other dragons flanking him as he rose up over the intruding fighters. They looked like they might fly over them, but instead, the blue twisted away from his flanking companions and with a splitting roar he intended to land on one of the fighters, aiming for D’met to squash him with his talons and his weight.
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Several keens reverberated through the skies. Which dragons fell, her side or theirs, Theria could not entirely tell as she felt the hear of life spray against her neck from a wound she inflicted at the throat of another. There was more than two, which meant O'dyen and Veridel fought with skill and precision. It should have come as no surprise since they were Walled's own. May they take out the sky before their final fall.

May they all take out this blight on the world before they died! She screamed out as she plunged her dagger deep into an oncoming enemy. As she twisted the blade, she reached out with her opposing hand, grasping the guard's throat tight. They both smelled it, an offensively toxic fume that clung to her skin as fingers gripped him tight.

Firestone.

She saw that realisation in his eyes. Did he honestly think they would have come here without it? Walled dragons were violent, and fire was one of the few weapons an Atrician dragon had to wield. His lips parted for a word, mouthing it, but Theria was not the sort to bother reading them. Instead, she heaved the guard away, trading him for another attacker. BURN IT TO THE GROUND SILIGATH!

Back in the pavilion, tongues of flame began to lick out. The aim of the trio of dragons was not to burn civilians, but rather the buildings they dwelt in. Atrician dragons could not hurt a human without a great force of determination and desperation to embolden them, but that did not mean they were not capable of horrific destruction. While stone did not catch, the wooden supports and everything organic did, threatening the supports of the buildings. Not only would the blaze help to destroy the literal foundations of these corrupt men and women depended upon, but it would serve to draw more men away from her, Evora, and D'met so they could push towards the Mother.

Theria tangled with another man, but missed her aim. He jumped back, pulling her in a dance. It was as they tangled that Theria heard it.

"Theria anothe-" The voice, Evora's, ceased with a gargle.

"Evora?" Theria called back as the man dove for her. She blocked his aim, and swung with her own dagger for the space between his neck and shoulder. She missed, but not without her blade cutting a long gash across his chest. It was enough to catch him off guard, just long enough for her to flick her blade back up and bury it in his gut. As he stumbled back with a fatal wound, Theria turned to her sister.

The bluerider lay prone with a hand clasped about her neck and a bolt through her throat. Her eyes closed as she kept muttering "G-o... g-g-o..." through the deluge of blood that streamed from her lips. She was gone.

"EVORA!!!!!!!!"

From the pavilions, a dragon keened and took flight.

Ostellith! Siligath cried out with a roar.

D'met, however stayed strong for them both. "Theria!" he grabbed her arm violently after dispatching yet another guard. It seemed the guard was the last of the recent wave and the path was clear to the Mother. He yanked her to her feet before he began to run ahead. The cry he let out was a battle cry as his brandished his bloodied sword. He reached the opening of the courtyard in a charge.

Theria heard it before D'met, the whisper of wings in the darkness just before the blue descended down upon the pewterrider, crushing him to death. Siligath! She was alone, and would need support lest she go next far too prematurely.

The green took quickly to the skies as the pewter succumb to a deathly fury. D'met's beast unleashed the last of his flames upon the pavilion, caring not for stone, wood, man or beast he burned. It was a cry of agony from the pewter and a roar of deathly glory just before he took to the skies and succumb to the vacuity of between.

Siligath zipped through the skies, quickly reaching the space between Theria and the blue who killed D'met, and by extension, his pewter. She felt her rider's will to survive, to destroy... felt the determination course through her lungs as she inhaled deeply and felt the burn boil in her belly. When she exhaled, Siligath let out a might roar laced with tongues of fire. The space between Theria and the blue was set ablaze as Siligath swept down the path. She even dared to threaten the blue with her fire, if only to protect Theria. She did not want to harm the beast, but pressed between the forces of life and death, Siligath was determined to survive, to push past the beast, and plough a path with fire all the way to the dwellings of the Mother herself.

From behind her, Theria began to charge as the fires whirled and diminish along the stony path, yet took to every beam of wood and cloth around her. She knew not to keep a straight path, but darted too and fro to avoid the archers above her. When she reached the courtyard, she watched out for men. She would be surrounded by them if she did not move quick. She saw the mother's door had caught flame. Glass windows had shattered. Curtains had caught.

Would the mother burn in her own home?

No, Theria knew better than to believe the woman would die by fire. Unless Theria reached her, she would escape. But what hope was left? Evora and D'met were gone, while O'dyen and Veridel had begun to fail in the skies. Veridel was gone, and O'dyen had become overrun by the Walled aerial forces.

Soon, only Theria would remain to face the world.

But she was not alone. Siligath had landed and roared out her warning to those around her, ready to guard her rider. But her stomach had grown light, and there was no more firestone to be had. They had nothing left but one another. If they died this night, they would die together. A battle cry screeched out from her, especially towards the blue just ahead of them.

Bronze eyes locked upon the men. It was then that she saw her. Only from a distance had Theria ever seen her, the Harbinger. Now she was here in the flesh. With a step forward, she readied her daggers, ready to face off against the woman and those who stood with her.
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”Clever,” Nakoma muttered at the use of fire of their dragons, then turned to the soldiers around her. ”Get The Mother safely out of her home,” she commanded one group before turning to another group of all riders. ”Take your dragons and the water bags, put out as much of the flames as you can!” She made her orders without hesitation and all the resolve of someone who knew decisions needed to be made quickly. Her commanded forces responded in kind, with only one of her highest ranking soldiers stopping to pose a question.’

”What about the intruders?”

”Their numbers have been depleted, Rustomth and I will take care of the last and her dragon ourselves. Focus on the flames and make sure there aren’t others on the way!”

The decision wasn’t questioned, the Harbinger was a force to be reckoned with in a fight, and while Rustomth had retreated to the air at the billow of flames let loose from the green earlier, he hadn’t left the battle yet, now locking red and orange eyes with the green as his rider looked upon the final woman.

”You make a valiant charge. It is quite a shame such skills had to be wasted, but you will not advance any further.” She called out to the woman, unholstering first her bow from her back. In her position, she was a woman almost never without her weapons, always having them near so she could use them at a moment’s notice. With her women and men handling the flames and the last vestiges of the intruders, her focus was solely on the greenrider left on the ground and her green. The leader, she’d suspect, by how she made the bold charge herself, even after her comrades had fallen.

An arrow was shot, but not expected to hit its target, as she was sure the woman would move or her dragon would try to deflect it. But the arrow was also a signal, one chosen specifically for its loud whistle. Rustomth moved as soon as he heard the noise, leaping back into the air from where he had landed behind the Harbinger, diving straight at the green, swooping and daring her into the skies.

In the brief period of dragons taking flight, the Harbinger picked her favored weapon up, a long handled flail weapon, and charged Theria. She tried to use the reach of her weapon to swing the heavy metal end swinging into the other woman before she got too close to the woman’s sword, but the first swing left a momentary opening for her opponent. It was, however, one she recognized herself, stepping back to correct it with the long handle of her flail to block any incoming attacks.

Back and forth the women would go, while Rustomth goaded Siligath into the skies with him, daring her to take on a Walled dragon. She would be swift though, faster than he given her color, so grasping her in talons would be difficult. Still, he snapped at her, even daring a powerful hind kick when he thought he’d be able to hit her, with his real objective being leading her up and locking talons with her to use his jaws and hind legs to grasp her neck and kick her abdomen. It’d put him at risk as well, but he was trained to fight like his rider was.

Below the Harbinger fought ferociously, noting that Theria fought with the passion of someone on a mission, someone who believed she had a just cause. Still, the Harbinger was sure this woman would face fatigue sooner than herself, for she had been fighting her way this far with her companions. She would use that to her advantage, as Theria was a skilled combatant, someone that could earn Nakoma’s respect on the battlefield, but had to be taken down as well.

Of course, even with all of the skill in a fight, a battle could sometimes be about luck or a poorly chosen move. Such a moment allowed Theria an opening, and Nakoma felt a blade rake against her ribs. Pain and blood split from her side as Rustomth screamed in the air and arrowed at Siligath with ferocity of a dragon whose bonded had been hurt.

Hurt, but not fallen, even as Theria was close enough to try to deliver a solid killing blow, Nakoma deflected with the pole of her weapon, only barely though, feeling the bite of blade in the muscle between her shoulder and neck before it was knocked away. A close one for the Harbinger.

Nakoma moved again though, not letting her pain stop her. This woman wouldn’t go any further, she wouldn’t make it to The Mother, nor would the flames burn down everything they had. Dragons were bringing in thick cloths dripping with water, dumping it on the flames and jumping between to fetch more. Smoke and steam thickened in the air as the burning buildings were evacuated and dragons bellowed their worry for their riders.

For all of Theria’s skill, however, the Harbinger would come out victorious. It was the greenrider’s turn to make a wrong move from her fatigue, and Nakoma’s turn to take advantage of it.

The Harbinger swung low in that instant, the end of the long flail tearing into the lower leg she had just had to step onto, making it hard to lift it back up in a dodge. Blood splattered the ground as the spikes tore flesh open to the bone. Nakoma drew her weapon back quickly to do as much damage as she could, and take advantage of any delay. She swung the weapon back, slamming it into Theria’s side opposite her injured leg. Again the spikes tore, worse now as they hit softer flesh below the bones of the ribcage.

Nakoma didn’t speak, didn’t comment on her victory or talk about a quick death for the intruder, even if Nakoma thought how the woman had at least earned that much with her combat skill. Whatever was left of Theria after that blow, she would end it swift, and put an end to this bold push for The Triad’s lives.
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When the arrow flew, Siligath deflected the blow instinctively, letting the bolt catch her in her arm shoulder rather than pierce into her worn rider. How dare she try to harm her rider! Outraged by the offence, Siligath's ruby eyes whirled red as she inhaled sharply and let out a massive roar at the Harbinger. Hot breath coursed forth from her gaping maw, steaming the air with the last of the firestone. Flames flickered along the rippling currents, but not enough to catch into a blaze of fury. The fires were spent. Nothing remained within the green, leaving the dragon and rider open to attack from the forces of Walled. With the blue diving quickly after her, Theria screamed at the Siligath to take flight, to survive as long as she could while she faced off with the Harbinger. A cry of fear trembled from the green just before she flung herself into the skies.

Theria shot after her enemy. The rider fought valiantly, with all the skill and precision she had honed into her form over the turns. Mul'rec had taught her well, a fact the Harbinger would learn as they locked into battle. Yet even when Theria had the upper hand, still she knew.

Death was coming.

Both rider and dragon felt it in their hearts as they fought for their lives, Siligath in the skies, and Theria on the ground. But where Theria charged without hesitation, Siligath struggled against her better nature, one that distinguished her from the violent beasts of Walled. Rustomth lashed at her, snapping at her in an attempt to lock his jaws about her, and raked his sharpened talons at her tender flesh. In an attempt to drive him off, she lashed back, but she never committed to deal a blow, thus always did she miss with ease. Instead, she attempted to out fly him. When he made a kick at her, the green felt the force of it not only rend at her flesh, but throw her towards the grounds below. It took a moment for Siligath to catch herself, but she had come far too close to the buildings below. Arrows speared against her underside, enough for Theria to wince in pain before she retaliated against the Harbinger. It was her rider's strength that fuelled Siligath to return to the skies, to dart, and roll and survive, but she could not withstand the terror of Rustomth.

Once Theria delivered several blows to the Harbinger, Siligath found herself dangerously locked talon to talon with the enraged blue. The two dragons spun out of control through the skies in their fall for the ground, the air whistling about them, screaming to Siligath that she needed to claw through the blue and escape lest she fall to her demise.

And then she felt it, the rake of the Harbinger's weapon across her rider's leg. Theria, no! Run, my love, run! Instead, Theria did not run, but instead attempted to return to her feet, to fight, letting the injury fill her with a tempest of fury rather than deathly fear. Her determination fuelled Siligath once more. Claws began to grip and tear at the blue in her attempt to escape, but it was when the second blow hit Theria that Siligath succumb to wrath. With a below the green swung back at the blue with purpose, to lock her jaw upon Rustomth's face and rip at his flesh.

Theria bellowed out with her beast, and spat back at the Harbinger as she readied the final blow. "This was just five of us. Imagine what will happen when the rest of us reign down upon you." She grasped a thin chain about her neck, and and broke it to present a pendant to the Harbinger. It was a pendant the woman would recognised, for they would have retrieved one similar to it from D'ran after they removed his head. "'I have ears to hear, eyes to see, a heart to feel, and blood to bleed'-" she read out the lines that formed the arch of the pendant as her hands tightened about her blade's hilt "-'Am I not a man?'" They were the words of the abolitionists, words of Mul'rec. Walled, Atrician, Evanorian, five riders attacked Walled this night, but it was one cause that tied them all together. Let the Harbinger see with her own eyes the enemy that she and her ilk had created. "Everyone is mortal in the end, but at least we're ready to die for what we believe in."

But Theria would not let the Harbinger have that final blow. Far above, she felt the way Siligath continued to tangle violently with Rustomth. Take that bastard between Siligath! With her final demand resounding in her lifemate's mind, Theria brought her own short blade to her throat and cut deep enough to end her own life.

In the skies, Siligath roared out from the loss of her rider. Theria's final wish was made clear, and to Rustomth she lashed out in an attempt to bite the blue deep and hook her talons into him before taking her final jump to their deaths.
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Rustomth was both surprised and pleased that at last the Green dared to truly fight him, and her lashing out at him, scoring him even, was what gave the Harbinger a moment of hesitation in dealing her final blow. She hadn’t had intention on letting Theria speak any final words, not wishing to hear them, but she spoke, and the Harbinger let her speak now, though she looked down at her with a neutral expression, even as she showed her who she was and what she was part of.

”Ah, but see, Greenrider, I know you are coming,” was all the Harbinger said to Theria before the woman finished her piece and slit her own throat. Here, Nakoma furrowed her brow, frowning, but releasing her weapon, especially when she heard Rustomth bellow out. The green was on him overhead, and she grabbed him.

*Rustomth! GET AWAY!* She ordered the blue in shock and as an order, knowing now what the green was attempting. It was just seconds though, seconds between her grabbing at him, claws hooking into his hide. Nakoma’s stomach dropped…

But Rustomth tore himself away just barely, flesh ripping to escape the claws and the nothingness of a final between with a doomed green. He was injured though from the struggle, and landed quickly, bleeding ichor from the deep wounds she had inflicted on him in her last ditch attempt to take him with her. Nakoma herself wasn’t doing much better actually, but still she abandoned her weapons and the dead woman on the ground to go to her blue. After looking at his wounds, particularly a deep one along his ribcage, she yanked off the outer layer top she had been wearing, ignoring it was already stained with blood, and pressed it to Rustomth’s injury.

”Someone get healers,” She yelled in command to anyone who would hear and respond.

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When the intruders had been recognized and had breached the Ward, Vi’van had gathered his clerics to safety. Then the buildings were set aflame, and he had to help evacuate them. Luckily, as lowly male greenriders, the office for his clerics that he had sequestered them away in was far from the central most area of the Mother’s abode and high ranking dragons’ pavilion that had been first set to fire. He had time to get his people out, and his clerics soon helped to evacuate riders from the other buildings, as many as they could, though some were unfortunately lost.

Vi’van looked out though, seeing as Rustomth tore himself from the clutches of a grieving green before she betweened. He saw from where he stood the signs of injury on The Harbinger, the blood staining her clothes deeply. At that, and the site of the burnt, smoking buildings around him, he knew something needed to happen. Now.

He gathered up a few of his most trusted clerics and pulled them into privacy while everyone else of the Dragon Ward was dealing with the aftermath of the attack.

”Leave here, quickly. Take any families or friends that don’t want to be here anymore and flee to New Atricis Weyr,” he urged them, earning concerned looks.

”But why, Pedagogue,” one of them asked. His brow furrowed in response.

”War is coming.”
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