Author's Note:
This is Dungeons and Dragons involving dragons from Pern. I did that in my D&D campaign and I am putting it here. Just so everyone understand.

THREAD FALLS AT ISTA NORTH!

A terrified silence fell on the entire Weyr, but was almost instantly replaced by the rumble of movement. Riders dressed, yelled around, searched for straps; weyrlings found sacks of firestone and goldriders looked for flamethrowers. It was the pleasant rumble the usually filled the Weyr on the morning of a Fall; but today, a harried and ominous feeling hovered in the air. They could time it to catch the Fall; but still, an unpredicted Fall was cause for anyone to worry.

Talia was rushing around her room, searching for riding gear, straps, and her flamethrower. Even this goldrider was nervous and hurried. "J'li!" she yelled. "Do you have any idea-?"

"No!" replied her weyrmate, sounding just as worried as he looked for his own gear. In approximately two minutes, they had both gotten to the point of putting the straps on their dragons. Elleth and Jeriith were thoroughly agitated, eyes whirling in terrified white, angry red, and nervous yellow- all at once.

Soon the full weyr was assembled on the Rim. Weyrleader P'tral gave the signal; all three hundred dragons rose into the air silently, awaiting the cry. It came. "We fly!" the weyrleader cried.

"WE FLY!" echoed the voices of six hundred riders and dragons. WE FLY FOR ISTA!"

And the riders of Monaco Bay vanished, to assist the two thousand strong who numbered all the Weyrs of Pern.


A young girl by the name of Lori awoke from a peaceful sleep. She was leaning against the trunk of a tree, sitting on a wide branch and perfectly comfortable. Her stuff sat safely on the adjacent branch. This was perfectly normal for an Archdruid, to wake and find herself looking at a full tribe of orcs, about to coup-de-grace her friend Eiema. The girl who appeared to be a young elf, no older than Lori herself (who was only eighty or so- perhaps sixteen to a human's point of view), was in fact the daughter of a Goddess, Ehlonna. Eiema was not yet immortal, nor quite as powerful as a full Deity. She wore loose deep forest-green pants and a lighter green T-shirt. Eiema also wore arm bracers like those you would wear when using a bow; they were simply green soft stuff that Eiema liked to wear. She did use a bow, however; lying next to Eiema was a longbow and a full quiver of arrows- magic arrows, and the bow was a +2 holy longbow. Lori and Eiema certainly did get around.

Lori, in similarity, wore a similar outfit, and in fact neither wore shoes, either. She had a leather belt which held two pouches in which she kept small objects, and a sash around her shoulders which normally held both the scabbard to her +3 scimitar (which, oddly enough, had once, long ago, almost killed her in the hands of a kobold) and the quiver which was full of, not arrows, but wands. Many wands, all of which she could use. There were benefits to sorcery.

Seeing the orcs, Lori sighed. Eiema, orcs, she told her friend telepathically (that was her special power- several people by now had insisted she was psionic). Will they ever give up?

Eiema woke instantly, also sighing. I doubt it. With that, she grabbed the dagger that was inches from her hand for exactly that purpose and stabbed it through the heart of the closest orc. This gave time for two things:

One, Lori leapt down from the tree, and landed lightly on her feet, holding her scimitar. She grinned at the orcs, saying one thing before she charged (to their shock) into their midst: "Why do you creatures even bother?" Two, Eiema picked up her longbow and started arrowing the orcs methodically while Lori whacked away at them.

The orcs, who had been expecting more of an "Eeeeek!" sort of reaction, nevertheless attacked Lori with gusto. And failed miserably, for the most part, clubs bouncing off her +5 leather armor of blending. Lori laughed in their faces and beat the bunch, though not before getting a solid whack in the head. Eiema had helped, naturally, and both were laughing hysterically by the time the fight was over; one of the orcs had said, "You should scream."

Lori's reply had been, "No, you should." The orc, dumbfounded, had met his confused death at one of Eiema's arrows.

"Nice shot, Eiema!" Lori said enthusiastically. "You must've gotten at least half of 'em." The two were collecting Eiema's arrows back from the dead bodies, and checking for any sort of treasure. Aside from the bloody clubs, there was nothing. "Well, there goes our camping spot.." Lori commented, surveying the blood now spattered over the clearing.

Both erupted in laughter again, grinning at each other. Though highlevel and thoroughly scary, Lori and Eiema were still effectively teenagers, and acted it. A nineteenth-level druid, an Archdruid, was a high rank; it had, however, no age limit, and Lori had held it. She and Eiema was currently looking for Stretch, who'd gone and vanished into the forest again. It was annoying how often the monk did that, actually, but he was their friend.


Cold between blasted their skins, even through the gear. Talia shivered, as she always did, and counted the five or so seconds it would take to get from present day Monaco Bay to half-an-hour-ago Ista. She appeared, as usual, and sighed with relief at the warmth, then focused, looking for the Thread that would any minute fall from the sky, deadly silver rain that would eat a person alive.

And she saw a cloud. Erm. Talia looked down and yelled in surprise; she was above a forest. And this was most definitely not Ista. Talia looked wildly around and saw a few others. There was J'li, and Izzy, and G'hray, and H'jan, and R'rit. Six, including herself - one goldrider (her), one bronzerider (J'li), a brownrider (G'hray), two blueriders (H'jan and R'rit), and a greenrider (Izzy). "Shards!" she cried.


Lori and Eiema collected their stuff, not much, and set off again in search of Stretch. They got about three things at about the same time: a purple winged lizard flapped over into Lori's face, cheeping, a small note appeared in a flash of silver light, and six dragons appeared in the sky with a loud crack.

"Shards!" She heard someone yell. Lori looked around. She first addressed Rage, the lizard. "Yes?" The lizard dropped a piece of paper also: it read, in purple ink,

Stretch came back, Lori and Eiema, you guys can come back now.

-Xena

The other note read, in green,

Lori and Eiema, wait there for a moment;

Lyrai and Koly are coming to get you. We have a problem.

-Lonna

Those read, Lori looked at the six dragons which had appeared. They were coming down, right towards here. Lori drew a small pen from her pouch, one which wrote in blue. She wrote underneath the green note from Ehlonna:

So do we.