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Bare Bones - WEYR PLOT; Closed
Topic Started: Sep 17 2011, 08:07 PM (516 Views)
Watchdragon
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The storeroom was as empty as Rhyssone had ever seen it. There were no fresh foods at all, and little of the salted meats. Sweetening was low, and even worse, so was the stock of bandages and numbweed.

And the tithing trains still hadn't come.

Perhaps a week could be accounted for, with the difficulties in traversing the surrounding territory. And she would understand if caravans were wary of bandit attacks. But there had been sweepriders out regularly, ready to call for aid if needed, and not one had spotted any sign of a tithing train.

As much as Rhys didn't like it, the conclusion was inescapable. No trains had arrived because none had been sent.

"Hey," Rhyssone grabbed the shoulder of a passing drudge. "Could you find Neena and bring her here? And send somebody for O'zen as well."

Already she was making plans. They might be able to stretch the food they had for a month, but the herds were growing thin and nobody would put their dragon on short feed if they could help it. She'd need to borrow a fighting wing... maybe ask Aniese what she knew about this nonsense.
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It wasn't long before word reached O'zen. The drudge found him in his weyr, hunched over a pile of records back in his office. He welcomed the interruption; he felt as if he'd looked over those charts and wing maneuvers a thousand times, and it still wasn't good enough.

Wearily, he thanked the drudge and followed her out, glancing towards Lenth as he walked past. The large bronze was fast asleep on their weyrledge, soaking up every ray of sun that he could. There was no need to disturb him, but O'zen sent him a mental caress regardless, to which the slumbering dragon made no response.

The drudge had not specified why Rhyssone had called him to the storeroom. O'zen wasn't much involved with that aspect of running the Weyr, but he was aware that the tithing trains were late. Perhaps, he mused hopefully, they had arrived finally. However, that wouldn't explain why Rhyssone called for him.

O'zen's positive speculation was shot down the moment he strode in to the storeroom. His expression was grim as he took in the paltry amount of supplies. Lost in thought, he was silent for a moment before he finally addressed Rhyssone.

"Tithing trains aren't coming, are they." It was more of a statement than a question. It hadn't taken much deduction to come to the same conclusion that Rhyssone had reached moments earlier.
O'zen : Bronze Lenth
Lowen : Beryllium Lerriloth
Jerund : Brown Jerusk
Hama : Green Hamask
Eevai : Garnet Iopeth
Sh'ol : Graphite Hellioth
Kh'sev : Grey Saiyeth
Bervaidi : Blue Bervask
Syrsha : Brown Kalayth
Rosinthew : Candidate
Khola : Weyrfolk
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Anne the Lesser
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There were summons, and there were Summons. For Neena, the latter came only from the Weyrleaders, and they were to be obeyed with all haste. However, there were some things that even the hallowed Rider pair who led them would just have to wait for, and this was one of them.

"N'cek, what in Faranth's name are you doing?" The petite woman stood with her hands propped on her slim hips, gray eyes regarding the Rider who could throw her out like yesterday's bathwater if he put his mind to it. Physically, she was frail, but as her half-brother knew, when it came to force of will, Neena was immovable. It was that intraction that had carried her through the two Hatchings she had agreed to without Impressing, and that will which had made her the youngest Headwoman people around here could really remember.

The bluerider looked up at her with bleary eyes, blinking away the wine-induced fog in which he was currently wallowing. "Issy..."

Neena let out a snarl of frustration and tossed his pants at his head, causing him to be thrown somewhat off-balance when he tried to stand, and he sprawled on his back once again. "Isolde did not tell you to get drunk, and then come take a piss in my kitchen! Now get off your sharding bum and put some clothes on for decency's sake!"

Many of the drudges paused in their work, turning to stare at the spectacle being caused by a Rider who was drunk more often than sober. Although it should be noted that he generally held his liquor better than this. Still, seeing the generally calm Neena so worked up was a sight that typically went unseen. It quickly became apparent that the Blue Rider was incapable of standing and dressing himself, and the Headwoman flung her hands into the air, and then turned her attention to two of the drudges.

"You there! Get some men or better yet, get Litina - yes, the woman who used to be a Smith. Get someone, and haul his belligerent tailfork out of my kitchen. If he wakes with new bruises, he'll be none the wiser." Her furious gaze settled on the Rider in question. "As for you, I will be saving my lecture for when you're sober enough to appreciate it!"

With the matter settled, Neena turned on her heel and hurried towards the storage rooms where she knew the Weyrleaders would be waiting for her. Her shoulders slumped for a moment, wondering how much trouble she'd be in for attempting to ration their supplies, when days had begun to trickle by with no sign of the tithe trains.

The slim little Headwoman nearly tripped over her hem as she approached, face flushed and chest heaving from the combination of her exertion and her ire. "My apologies, Weyrwoman. There was an....incident in the kitchens."

She paushed to regard them for a moment, pressing one palm against the wall and leaning her weight into it as she caught her breath. "I was going to tell you the less than cheerful news myself, but I was hoping the rationing would hold. It won't though....the numbers just don't add up. Especially with the live beasts for the dragons. Now, it's fortunate they don't eat every day, but with the young ones...food goes out as soon as we can get it in anyway, even with consistant tithing."

The Headwoman's gaze went from flustered and nervous to flat out concern. "I'm afraid, Weyrleaders, that something will have to be done."
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Rhyssone's faint frown was for once, not caused by the presence of her Weyrleader. For all his skill in making a fool of himself, he grasped the heart of the matter immediately. "No, it appears not," she responded. "If I cou-"

Her statement was interrupted by the arrival of the Headwoman, who burst in looking both irked and ashamed. Without more than a breath (something she could have used more of at the moment), she apologized. Apologized, indeed.

"No, Neena," Rhys cut in before the woman could say any more, the hand gesture unintentionally sharp, "This is not your fault. You've done wonders with the little you had available, and that is a large part of the reason why you are the Headwoman here. I need someone like you as my right-hand lady."

That, at least, was sincere. For all that she had come into her rank suddenly, Neena had done a spectacular job. If she hadn't needed to be on hand to accept the trains' deliveries, Rhyssone herself probably would not have wondered at the increasing frequency of water grain and other filler foods in their meals.

"I'm going to need you to continue with your rationing plans; in fact, if you have some time this afternoon, I'd like you to go over them with me." Her gaze drifted over towards O'zen, though she still addressed the Headwoman. "The pressing matter is, as you said, the sheer bulk of food a place this size needs. Especially with the weyrlings needing meat daily; they can put down as much as a full adult dragon in a meal, and that is several times in a day."

It was not Rhys's way to waste too much time beating around the bush. "O'zen, I'll need to borrow a fighting wing, and if it's yours, I wouldn't object. We need to pay the Hold folk a visit. Remind them why it is that we don't do much farming or crafting for ourselves."
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Lines creased on O'zen's forehead as his frown deepened and he remained in a stony silence as Neena burst into the room, panting from exertion, then spoke. The Headwoman's report was grim, but undeniable. Yes, something had to be done.

He thought as he listened to Rhyssone's brief exchange with Neena. The information that the woman relayed was familiar; dragons, especially weyrlings, consumed an incredible volume of meat. How could they possibly manage with no tithes?

Bloody holders. O'zen had expected trouble from them, had expected tithes to be weak, but to be cut off completely... truthfully he didn't think the holders had the guts to do such a thing, despite the hostility he knew many them harbored towards dragonriders. Well, this was an insult O'zen would not meekly take.

He peered back at Rhyssone and forced, almost instinctively, a lopsided smile. "We'll send my wing. When do we leave?"
O'zen : Bronze Lenth
Lowen : Beryllium Lerriloth
Jerund : Brown Jerusk
Hama : Green Hamask
Eevai : Garnet Iopeth
Sh'ol : Graphite Hellioth
Kh'sev : Grey Saiyeth
Bervaidi : Blue Bervask
Syrsha : Brown Kalayth
Rosinthew : Candidate
Khola : Weyrfolk
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"As soon as possible." Rhyssone had already turned on her heel, rousing Lisenyth with a mindtouch. "Faranth knows what they'll start thinking if we take to long to tell them just what we think about it. Feel free to invite the other bronzes to come along. We want the biggest and most impressive dragons to help us make our case."

Lisenyth was on the ledge of her Weyr, visible even from the entrance to the Lower Caverns. Why are you upset? she queried, following that thought immediately with I'm hungry. Can it wait until I have eaten?

"No it can not!" Rhyssone snapped, apologizing even as the hurt feelings of her dragon flooded her mind. "Sorry, dear, I'm not angry at you. But we can't wait. The Holders aren't sending any more herdbeasts unless we can change their minds."

Lisenyth was in the air, Rhys' riding straps clutched in one massive forepaw. But is that not what they do? Bring us beasts and food so we can help them?

"That's the idea, love," the Weyrwoman said, aloud this time as her dragon settled onto the ground next to her. "And it's what we have to remind them."
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