Crash Landing

[redraven]

DATE & TIME : August 13th
WEATHER CONDITIONS :Very stormy
CHARACTERS INVOLVED :Redathin, Hysterians

Lightning flashed infront of Redathin. His dragon screeched in fear. He was on a return trip from delivering a message web he had encountered an ocean storm. He tried to fly around it, but it spread so quickly that he just ended up flying through it. Unlike most storms, this one was powerful. Redathin swore he could feel strength emanating from it. Another bolt flashed, deafening him. His dragon screeched again and started to dive lower. The rain pounded down on them making it difficult to fly.

Redathin wasn't sure where he was going anymore. He couldn't use the stars to navigate so all he could do was hope that he could find somewhere to land. He squinted ahead and saw an abnormality on the horizon. He continued flying and as he got closer, land came into view.

"Take use down." Cloud Cutter dove sharply toward the land. Redathin gripped the saddle tightly, but the rain had made it slippery. He knew that his dragon had a habit of very rough landings. "Slow down bud!" The dragon couldn't hear or was to scared of the storm. The were about land, or crash as most would call it. "SLOW DOWN!"

The dragon landed abruptly and Redathin was thrown off and and rolled across the ground. He smacked his head on a rock and became very lightheaded. In the distance he saw shadowy figures and heard Cloud Cutter screeching before taking off and flapping away. Redathin moaned his head felt like it was going to explode. He slowly drifted into unconsciousness as the figures approached.

When he awoke he was in a small hut and his hands and feet were bound with rope. His whole head and face hurt. Redathin opened his eyes and gasped to find that he could hardly see out of his left eye. He tried to focus his sight, but the strain was too painful.

[Baldr the Bonkers]

Baldr rather liked thunder storms. Though them in themselves were never helpful village wise since they had the propensity to burn the village down, they did help silence his voices for a bit. If only for a bit. Most Vikings were inside now, since there were rarely any attacks by anything other than the occasional Skrill.

Baldr decided to take a step out of his hut for a bit, while he liked the heat he did need the air. He looked up at the sky as the thunder rolled. He smiled slightly; it didn’t look like there’d be anything. As if by cue, there was another flash and he saw the siluete of a dragon and rider. It was diving down at ground a distance away. That dragon was going to crash. He couldn’t see it anymore and was hoping that the lighting would come again so he chould work out where it was.

Two peals happened one after the other, the first showed the dragon about to go out of site in the distance, and the next showed it coming out the otherside, riderless. He knew by the speed that the human wouldn’t have gotten off unharmed. He had to go and see what happened. He started to rush in that direction, calling a nearby Viking to follow him as he ran.

As the got to the spot where Baldr guessed he’d landed, he saw there were already people by him, who had obviously seen what had happened too. “What are you doing, get him back to the village already,” Baldr yelled.

“But sir,” one of them said, “He came from-”

“I saw where he came from! Get him to Theraputix, get him fixed up, then tie him up in storage so we can question him later!” While yelling at large dragons didn’t work, yelling at overgrown men did. They picked the man (who was barely a man) and took him back to the village. He had a feeling this guy was from berk so he needed to find out as much as he could from him without raising anyone’s suspicions.

After the fallen kid had been fixed up and typed up, Baldr sat inform of him on the edge of the hut they were in and waited for a bit. He was glad that, even though the rain had stopped, the voices hadn’t returned yet. The boy started to stir. After giving him about half a minute to wake up Baldr finally said, “Good morning, dragon rider. What brought you past Hysteria?”