A Hold In Peril

HRH - Courtyard
Pushed up against the mountains, High Reaches Hold is isolated at best. The courtyard is a wide space utterly devoid of greens and laid out with paving stones which continue down the road leading to the smaller cotholds. A landing area for dragons isn't readily apparent, but several dragons could land if needed in the space. The courtyard road leads up to the large doors of the main hold sunk deep into the mountain.
During the night the courtyard is usually empty, as people seek warmth and companionship inside the Hold proper. A thick cool fog obscures anything more than a few paces away. The misty vapor swirls in random patterns at one's passage.

HRH - Linty Hold - Orchards
Row upon row of orchards are terraced into the steep hillsides north of Linty Hold. While most of the valuable fruit trees are in decent shape, several have been uprooted by the recent mudslide, and indeed it appears that a new slide might happen any day from the way a few of the terraces are barely hanging on. One tree in particular is almost overhanging the orchard's main path.

HRH - Linty Hold
You're standing in the small courtyard before Linty Hold, home to several families that keep orchards in one of the mountainous regions of High Reaches. Down here in the valley, it seems fairly safe and secluded but the overland path from High Reaches Hold is treacherous. The courtyard is kept scrupulously bare of all vegetation now that threadfall seems certain and the holders here proud despite the severe living conditions.


Dnocesth> Sky Above High Reaches Hold
Dnocesth> High above the courtyard at High Reaches Hold, one can see folks traveling along during the day and night occupied with the tasks that keep the great hold running. Great flagstones mark out the paths from doorway to storage areas and then on their winding way to beastholds. The holders here quick to keep everything green and growing back from the great doors that mark the entrance.

Dnocesth> Suarath has arrived.

Dnocesth> Suarath has left.

Dnocesth> HRH - Courtyard
Dnocesth> Pushed up against the mountains, High Reaches Hold is isolated at best. The courtyard is a wide space utterly devoid of greens and laid out with paving stones which continue down the road leading to the smaller cotholds. A landing area for dragons isn't readily apparent, but several dragons could land if needed in the space. The courtyard road leads up to the large doors of the main hold sunk deep into the mountain.
During the night the courtyard is usually empty, as people seek warmth and companionship inside the Hold proper. A thick cool fog obscures anything more than a few paces away. The misty vapor swirls in random patterns at one's passage.

Dnocesth> Roeger has arrived.

Dnocesth> Cassiath has arrived.

You deftly climb down Dnocesth's side and slip down to the ground, landing on both feet.

Dnocesth> Ed'ard has left.

Deimara deftly climbs down Cassiath's side.

L'el deftly climbs down Suarath's side.

Ed'ard has arrived with one of the weyr's goldriders, to help take notes for her as she inspects reports of damage around the area. He's trying to maintain a respectful step or so behind, while also looking out for her, on the damp cobblestones in the courtyard here at the hold.

Deimara looks about as she slides off her dragon. She nods to Ed'ard, and greets Lord Roeger.

L'el is quick to stay behind the weyrlingmaster once they arrive at High Reaches. He takes a wide eyed look around at everything, taking in all the sights even if that is not why they are visiting here today. He then falls into step with another weyrling, giving a last look back to his dragon.

Yh'val arrives here with several of the weyrlings. They look a mix of excited and anxious as they help do what is needed as the younger dragons land behind where Unvreth and Yh'val descend. Not that they are likely to see any of the more glamourous action, still there is plenty that needs doing and the Weyr, as always, will do its duty. Yh'val signals for the weyrlings to hold back a little while he seeks out those in charge to see where their efforts might be the most use, making his way over to Roeger. "Greetings Lord."

It is shortly after the dragons arrive that a runner comes up from the path to the west, gasping and out of breath as they appear. It takes the young man several minutes before he can gasp out his message. "Tree. Lady Wabella, trapped. Orchards." Then the man is doubled over again, trying to catch his breath.

Deimara nods as Yh'val walks over then turns as the runner comes up heaving for breath. She steps over to him, "Stand, it will make it easier to catch your breath." She looks up at the others "We need to organize a rescue…."

"Greetings are empty and useless gestures to you riders but I suppose if you intend on getting anywhere with me, I should do a little curtsy and be oh so grateful that the illustrious giant flying lizards have decided to spare a moment of time with the likes of me. Fortunately for you, I have a curtsy saved for just this occasion. Shall I display it for you or shall we skip the romantic gestures and get on with things?" When the runner collapses, Roeger begins to take on a venomous scowl, veins bulging red under his skin. "Why am I not surprised?!" he begins as he leans over to peer at the runner, fists clenched. "Why am I constantly surrounded by idiot people that haven't got a lick of sense in them!" He bellows at everyone with eyes on the riders, throwing his arms up at the fallen runner. "Well!? Someone take me to the damned Orchards! Be useful!"

Ed'ard looks a bit shocked, before he can cover it, as he moves to stand closer to Deimara, as if there might appear a tree out of nowhere to fall on the goldrider he's got protection duty over today. Then he darts a quick look over toward Lord Roeger, reaching out with a hand toward Dei to keep her away from the Lord Holder, as even he backs away from the man.

Arsalen merely looks at the Lord Holder. "We will. However, getting there all helter-skelter will scarcely do Lady Wabella any good. I'm not saying we take all day but some organization will aid in our efforts.

Deimara steps a bit closer to Ed'ard.

L'el takes the time to fall back in step with another weyrling, whispering to him and shaking his head slightly. There is a slight arch of eyebrows for the master miner, as he tries to figure out what was said, after the lord's outburst, but even he heard that last part.

Arsalen steps closer to the runner. "If you've your wind back can you give us a bit more information on what happened?"

Yh'val looks unmoved by the sarcasm espoused towards the riders. They could just leave after all. but then O'mohe's directed him to assist with the 'lings and that's just what he'll do, whether wanted or not. The arrival of the runner and the news he bears changes the situation in a heartbeat. Ah, action to be had, as tempted as it might be to just have his bond grab the Lord and be ontheir way that's probably pushing it. "We'll be fastest." he indicates the dragons. "Of you would M'lord?" he turns and heads towards Unvreth without giving room for negotiation.

The runner takes another gasping breath as he stands up. Looking around first for Lord Roeger before answering. "It's the Orchards at Linty, they were hard hit by the slide and the Lady went to have a look. One of the trees slipped and it's got her pinned and the runner killed." Then he's back to trying to catch his breath.

You move closer to Dnocesth.

L'el moves closer to Suarath.

Arsalen nods and grips the runner's shoulder. "Thank you, good work.

Deimara moves closer to Cassiath.

Arsalen looks about. "Shall we then?" and he motions to the west, "We know where and whaat needs be done…"

Ed'ard offers to take the Masterminer with him, on Dnocesth as they move to get ready and leave for Linty. "If you would sir, Dnocesth won't mind a bit and he's a good quick flyer. We'll be there in no time."

Arsalen nods "Be glad to."

HRH - Linty Hold - Orchards
Row upon row of orchards are terraced into the steep hillsides north of Linty Hold. While most of the valuable fruit trees are in decent shape, several have been uprooted by the recent mudslide, and indeed it appears that a new slide might happen any day from the way a few of the terraces are barely hanging on. One tree in particular is almost overhanging the orchard's main path.

Roeger has arrived.

L'el has arrived.

Deimara has arrived.

L'av has arrived.

Arsalen has arrived.

Yh'val has arrived.

It doesn't take very long for Ed'ard and Dnocesth to arrive and the land, well back of the slide spot, although they can see the group standing around Lady Wabella. Ed gives a look up at the slope and shakes his head, although he makes no comment on the state of things.

Unvreth circles the orchards above several times before descending off to the side where he isn't likely to cause further damage. Yh'val dismounts, offering a hand to Roeger amid the slick ground toward where a group of folks cluster around a fallen tree.

Suareth lands back a ways, making L'el walk up. Something he's grateful for as he gets closer and sees just how unstable everything looks. A glance up ahead to Yh'val before he plants himself where he is, not taking the chance of walking closer.

Deimara directs Cassiath to land near the other dragons, as that seems the safest area. She climbs down and joins the others nearby.

L'av lands behind the rest, motioning for Stelinth to stay where he is while he moves towards the other riders.

Wabella cries in clear pain and frustration from her ground bound vantage "The useless lot of you. Don't step on the tru… aaahhhh!" It's hard to see exactly how she's pinned, beyond being stuck at the lower junction between the trunk of the largest limbs of the lower canopy. The slick ground may be aiding things, in cushioning the fall so that the Lady is pinned painfully but not crushed, at least, not yet.

Arsalen climbs down the blue dragon's side and hears Lady Wabella's cry. He looks up and adds a bellow of his own. "Get off the tree trunk! Your weight could shift it and crush her further!"

It takes some doing, but Ed is working on letting Dei see what is happening, and also keeping her away from the worst part of the damage to the terraces, from at least what he can tell. There are a few short harsh words in her direction, something about more duties at home, before he steps back once more to keep a wary eye on her.

Yh'val catches up to the group of riders "I don't think it's safe for the larger dragons to get any closer, though clearly it'd be easiest if the tree could be lifted up off of the Lady." since the holders efforts at shifting it upon the ground are as yet unsuccessful. With the cry of pain he shifts his weight looking at Deimara nearby "I don't think there's time to waste here being politically correct. L'av's Stelinth will be the one with the best shot to get in closest and be able to lift the tree, it looks like they may already have some ropes about the larger branches that he could grab…" he squints towards the activity and then looks back. Decisions?

L'el is happy to stay back with his fellow 'ling and simply watch what is happening, glancing at the scene and then backing up quickly before giving L'av a tiny shove forward when Yh'val says his name.

"Oh shut up you worthless herd beast! If you would've done as I told you instead of grazing off in the Orchards on your own, this wouldn't have happened and I wouldn't had had to rely on /THEM/!" Lord Holder Roeger's voice echos, sending rumbling through the surrounding areas. He glances around the disarray to get a good sight of the unsightly beast he calls a lesser half. At the mention of dragons moving the log, he pales and clenches his teeth but the bulging veins stay prominent on his temples.

Deimara pffts "Duties at home eh? I'm needed here," she mutters and smiles at Ed'ard. She looks at Yh'val "You know the weyrlings best." she turns and calls "L'av? Get over here!"

Arsalen peers closer at the tree after sparing a look at the Lord Holder "Yes it appears that they do have some ropes tied to branches there on that tree."

L'av mutters a quiet curse under his breath at the shove but he straightens up and begins to carefully watch his step as he's called. "Moving, Ma'am." Stelinth rises from sitting but makes no moves forward just yet.

Roeger isn't content to just bellow at both his wife, the Linty hold folks and the dragon men. Now he's stalking up near the tree that is holding Wabella pinned. "Always told you, that you'd come to a bad end, my dear. Even if we've got a rescue this time. Next time you embarrass me like this, I'm leaving you there." He looks back at the riders. "Well, it definitely doesn't look like they're actually planning on rescuing you. I think I'm going to have to help them, sod it all."

Deimara smiles as the younger rider approaches.

Ed'ard tugs lightly at Dei again. "Remember lady, You're acting as our ambassador right now. Please step back. What will I say to Sazey and O'mohe if you're hurt? Think of me, would you?"

Deimara looks at Ed'ard

Deimara says, "I'll not step closer as I've no clue what I'd be doing. I am here to observe and help where I can." she smiles at the blue rider "Truly, I'll be careful."

Yh'val nods "Very good. L'av, have Stelinth make his way over" carefully, does he bother to say the obvious, no. You'll hopefully have enough of a brain cell after months of training to fill in that blank "You, L'el and I will go to the tree and pass the ropes to him as best we can. " he's been watching where the holdfolk have indicated the Lady is pinned "It looks best if he takes off and uses that to lift the tree and backwing hard in that direction" various hand motions ensue, "to pull it to the side. It doesn't need to go far but Stelinth should be ready to get jerked back down if he can't let the ropes go fast enough. That's towards the slide so at least it'll be clear of other trees if he gets a bit of a hard landing." he looks to see if the other two understand and agree before having to go closer and deal with the Lord.

L’el nods swiftly, moving to follow Yh'val, his instructions relayed through Suareth. He sticks close to the older rider, using his hands as they start to get closer to where Wabella is pinned, but making sure he always, only follows where Yh'val has already stood and been safe.

Wabella has enough wits on her to put a fist together and shake it towards her 'husband'. "If you bothered to be half the…" her words are lost in a snap of smaller branches the holdfolk clear securing another rope as they get an idea of the riders plan and do what they can to prepare. "… you ungrateful … Oooow! Watch what you are doing you…" not exactly grateful, but at least she is the one in real pain here.

Arsalen moves a bit closer, watching where he is stepping, making as sure as possible that where he steps is sturdy footing. He reaches the tree. "Lady, they are working to get the ropes secured to the tree to lift it. A Dragon will do the lifting, as soon as he gets it moved we shall have you free. We do need you to be as still as possible though so as not to aggravate any injuries you might have.

Determined to make a mess of things Roeger is stomping around the tree. "Well, aren't you folks finished yet? Get this off of her so we can get her back to the hall. Where she will be staying, always. You will not be coming back here lady. Do you hear me? You are to put this measly little hold behind you. I need a lord holder's wife. Not a peasant."

L'av clears his throat and glances over to his brown, Stelinth rumbles as he quickly makes his way over. After working along side the others in getting the tree ready for lifting, the weyrling is drenched in sweat. Stelinth rumbles, taking position and awaiting further instructions with eyes whirling red. Claws begin to knead the ground in impatience. "Ready, Sir," L'av replies with a winded voice, glancing around them and following the paths of rope and dragons.

L'el has backed up now, that L'av and Stelinth are in position and hopefully he and Yh'val have got the ropes secured correctly. He glances to the weyrlingmaster for a moment, then back to L'av, offering the other weyrling a quick smile and nod as he takes himself out of the way.

Ed'ard nods to Dei, glancing at all the preparations before he offers his arm to the goldrider. "Shall we back up a bit more, Lady? They are going to need a lot of room to work I think, and we don't want to get caught in a loose rope or anything."

Yh'val reaches the tree, his lower half dampened and splattered with mud. It doesn't deter him from the effort of the moment, grabbing for the ropes which are attached and passing them to the weyrlings which follow to pass to the dragon who will hopefully be able to maneuver in close enough. He adds a few knots to group several of hte individual ropes to make them more secure. Knots which may look rather familiar to the 'lings with some of their harness lessons "Lord, it'd be best if you stood back some. The tree should be lifted and pulled this way but we can't say for sure exactly." he turns to L'el making sure he's gotten out of the way before indicating the same for L'av as Yh'val scrambles off to the side himself. "If it feels like he's got a good grip have him fly when he's ready." the other holdfolk have gotten out of the way, well ahead of the dragons and riders (and Lord).

Arsalen backs away

Wabella moans not finding words enough to respond to Roeger "Just get me out of here." the repercussions she'll deal with, later.

Roeger simply sneers at Yh'val and stays put. "AS if I'd listen to a rider tell me what to do." With nary an amount of caution. "You woman. Once you are healed. You are going to start obeying me. Do you hear. Have I made myself plain?" He actually takes a step closer to her, where she is pinned. "I will not have you defying me ever again."

Arsalen says, "Lord Roeger, is this REALLY the time and place for this conversation?"

Deimara hangs back but has Cassiath ready to render aid to young Stelinth if need be.

L'av swallows hard, raising an arm for his lifemate and the brown rears back on his haunches, wings unfurled and ready. "He's ready," the weyrling begins as he quickly moves out of the way along with the other riders. The arm drops, and into the air Stelinth goes, the rope held tightly.

L'el and Yh'val go in, working quickly as Stelinth strains to get the tree off the Lady Holder. With a great deal of huffing and puffing and a lot of effort, they get her rolled out of the hollow where she is, and quickly into a carry position to be moved off the side of the hill. But they're still having to pass Lord Roeger, his face purple with anger, although the bellowing has stopped for the moment. Once they are clear enough of the tree and on to somewhat more stable ground, they both turn back to look at L'av.

Stelinth shrieks as the rope slips free, his wings flailing to regain steadiness as the weight under tension sends everything into motion. L'av's eyes dart back and forth between his stressed lifemate and the tree that was once on the Lady, watching it in horror as it lurches. The massive trunk and branches come down hard, sending audible snaps and cracks around the riders with splinters and shards flying on impact. The Lord Holder? Suddenly nowhere to be seen.

Wabella grabs for the reaching hands, and any part of L'el and Yh'val she gets ahold of she grips fiercely as if her life depended on it, which it likely does. The location of her Lord is forgotten in the rush of being moved from the tree and she tries not to cry out so much, sobbing softly as she is set onto firmer ground "Oh, thank you."

Roeger had actually taken a step closer to where Wabella was pinned, and when the young dragon is suddenly freed of the tree, there is a quick unintelligible bellow before all is silent, where Roeger was standing.

Ed'ard looks to Dei, before actually laying hands on the goldrider to keep her right where she is when all the tree falling and splintering goes on, trying to back both her and himself up and away from the suddenly seeming more unstable spot.

Yh'val looks back to L'av and Stelinth in time to see the ropes slip free. Any he words he may have to Wabella are lost in the creak and crash of the tree. The Lord is not seen, only heard briefly in the action and then the groan of wood settling, as if with a sigh of finality. He swallows, not sure he wants to be the one to go check. Several holders rush towards where the two riders and Wabella are, but notably hold back from the tree itself. Is it settled now?

Deimara stumbles slightly as Ed'ard pulls her backwards.

L'el swallows nervously, looking around and watching the ground as a small trail of rocks starts to fall down off the hill where they are standing. "Err, maybe we should move back further." He looks nervous to be saying it, keeping his grip on one half of Wabella and deliberately not looking at the tree where Roeger might be.

Arsalen steps forward, a grim look on his face. He steps carefully, approaching the tree. Reaching the tree he stoops and examines the grim scene. He stands and turns, shaking his head in the negative. "He's dead." he moves to Lady Wabella's side.

L'av doesn't say a word, he just stands there motionless for a moment, swallowing hard. First, he moves to Stelinth who is back on the ground, checking his lifemate for any signs of strain or injuries. Anything to get the mental image of that tree crashing down… on a person. "We need to get the tree back up," he begins with a shaky voice, slowly turning towards Arsalen. "It needs to be lifted again. We need to check the ropes…to lift." The weyrling moves off to the side, leaning against his brown as he begins to wretch in the mud.

Wabella clutches, looking between L'el and Yh'val. Well, won't one of them look already? Her complexion is pale and now that she's freed it's clear that her right leg is broken, and she has some smaller cuts which are bleeding lightly. Overall it’s not great but it’s not quite as fatal as the turn her husband has apparently taken. "Really?" she gasps at Arsalen's pronouncement, letting the others go as she tries to sit up. The tone is almost… hopefully.

Yh'val prys himself free of Wabella and murmurs to L'el before he makes his way to the tree, confirming what's been said and then over to L'av and his dragon. "It's alright to leave it. An unfortunate accident…" he pauses in his words as he starts to sink a bit into the earth, it's clearly going to give way s'more. "In fact, we'd best clear the area. You've both done well." Since the dragons closest he nudges L'av towards his mate, grabbing ahold himself so they can get to a more stable area before the ground gives completely. He won't be endangering one of his charges any more than necessary.

Arsalen nods as he looks at the tableau, his left brow arching slightly. "Yes ma'am. I've seen accidents like this in the mines as a younger lad."

L'el moves back with Suareth, trying to catch L'av's eye and failing somewhat miserably. He continues to hold on to the lady, dragging her with his dragon as they are commanded back toward Linty hold.

L'el has left.

Ed'ard has a firm hold on Dei, and makes sure she gets to Cassiath before he finds the Master Miner and gets him settled on Dnocesth for the short hop to the south and Linty Hold.

HRH - Linty Hold
You're standing in the small courtyard before Linty Hold, home to several families that keep orchards in one of the mountainous regions of High Reaches. Down here in the valley, it seems fairly safe and secluded but the overland path from High Reaches Hold is treacherous. The courtyard is kept scrupulously bare of all vegetation now that threadfall seems certain and the holders here proud despite the severe living conditions.

L'av has arrived.

Arsalen has arrived.

Deimara has arrived.

Yh'val has arrived.

Wabella has arrived.

Wabella is carried/hauled over to the hold courtyard proper. Instead of grieving she looks relieved, almost happy. A healer moves in to tend her injuries. "This'll need to be cleaned and set. The other injuries don't look so severe. Though we'll need to keep watch for several days before we can give a clear." One might blame the drugs for her state, only she hasn't had any just yet. To the riders her husbad was so ungrateful for who've saved her life, and more "Oh, thank you! You've been ever /so/ helpful!"

Deimara nods "You're welcome Lady Wabella."

Ed'ard moves to try and be near L'av, glancing around at the other riders once he's relieved of the Lady holder and with is face pale he looks at the other weyrling. He reaches out to try and touch the brownrider, but brings his arm back down to his side.

L'av doesn't say a word, merely peering out of the edge of his distant gaze for a moment, playfully punching the bluerider in the shoulder. "I don't know if I should be absolutely horrified that I killed a man or beside myself with pride for the Lady's safety. What a messed up… mess, this is." The weyrling takes in a deep breath and sighs heavily. Oh restrictions and integrity, why must you keep a man from drink?

Ed'ard shakes his head slightly. "You didn't kill him. Man's own arrogance killed him. Who would go stand under a barely supported tree? Just make sure Stelinth's alright." He does then reach out and clap the brownrider on the shoulder. "You'll do well. And it's well, we're lucky he's the only casualty."

Unvreth lands with the other dragons, his rider with L'av agrees with Ed'ard "Not your fault at all, he was warned to back away. His own fault for taking the risk." and then he's got the other to see, making his way to L'el "Good work there."

Deimara shakes her head "L'av, don’t let me hear you say that again. You did not kill him. He knew everyone was moving back, away from the tree. He chose to step forward at an inopportune time." she smiles at the young rider "Every precaution that could be taken was."

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