Meepfur generated a random number between
1 and 35 ...
23!
Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2018 2:29 am
Fianth began to rise high again, regaining the altitude she had given up when she'd dropped low: altitude she would need when her Flight reached its conclusion. Thoughts of that end drove him upward after her in spite of his aching wing as he sought to make up for lost distance. He could do this! He would do this! As he shot up, determined, he hissed and air-snapped at any foreign male he might find himself in proximity to. They did not belong here! The Westerners should chase their own Queens, and all those weyrless scum? Feh. They had no right to duck responsibility only to flit in for their own pleasure, only to disappear again. Such irresponsible cowards were not fit to be sires!
No, Fianth's clutch deserved the best and bravest, someone who had not and never would forsake duty. Dobrokhoth bellowed his conviction to gold and suitors alike, chasing the shining sun of the Weyr. These spineless louts have hidden away while the proud children of High Reaches bleed and die for Pern, and emerge only to grasp selfishly at your light. You deserve better, Lady Fianth. Your children deserve better.
Their children - for he now dared to hope as such - deserved better. And so for those weyrless among them, he had an acid hiss and a burning gaze. You are not worthy of sharing this sky with those of us who embrace our duty rather than shirk responsibility! Cowards!
"That I do," M'yk replied, enjoying the brush of her hands over him but resisting any instinct-driven urge to grab. It was difficult, because that sudden surge of anger from Dobrokhoth was not exactly helpful, and he regarded the other riders surrounding Olliah with distaste - especially any who touched her, or spoke lewd words. Flight or no, there were ways one did and did not speak to a lady, and the Weyrwoman Second was certainly a lady. A few of the men moved well past bold and into crass. Unacceptable! She, like Fianth, deserved better.
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Dobrokhoth's Stats Base points for brown: 40pts Between 6-15 turns: +7 points Fit/Motivated: +10 points A High Reaches resident: +5pts Respectful, Polite, Loving, or Kind dragons: +5pts (unless you're foreign. hiss!!) Total: 67
First Roll: 24 Second Roll: 37-2=35 Third Roll: 7 Fourth Roll: 23 Current Total: 89
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Shaddaling generated a random number between
1 and 40 ...
3!
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2018 4:15 am
Irath chortled and crooned, singing as he shifted and went up and seemed to have caught a bit of a down draft. He huffed struggling to recatch the wind and lift upwards and lost any advantage he once had.
He did managed to get free from the downdraft but everyone was far ahead of him now.
Roll 1: 18 Strength 15 + Dexterity 10 + Wits 17=42 Roll 2 =28 Dex +Str+Sta=40 Roll 3=40 -2 beware the Krah Roll 4=str+sta+spe= Roll 4=3 (Lost your zoomies didn't you, lol) Total:=84+3=87
Shaddaling generated a random number between
1 and 40 ...
19!
Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2018 4:17 am
Ihiannsith shifted can followed her up high, wings open and well at the very least his pace set was steady now that he was in the air. He hummed softly, focusing up on Fianth. He questioned, teasing and warm. He was still behind but he was closer then he had.
Iptoneth gave a mental thank you to Avroth, appreciating the brown's words. Then he turned around, about to head back to his weyr, thinking that Zioneth was done with his speaking to him. That was fine with him, Krah could take care of him once they saw his real colors. Just as he began to head off, that was when Zioneth's grating voice entered his head again. At first, it wasn't anything that concerned him, he was badmouthing him again. Yes, his eyes returned to the red they were from before, but he didn't care what the brown thought of him. His wings were not weak, he just tried to hard that day and sprained it.
Just as he was going to be on his way, that was when the rest of the other's words filled his head. He felt the anger in him boiling up and a roar escaped his lips. It was one thing to talk about him, that he could usually ignore, like in this instance. However, to call Ariath, her children, and High Reaches dragons slaves was an entirely different matter. No, he would not allow this stuck up brown to get away with calling his home a bunch of slaves, especially not his mate. He turned around as quickly as he could, the offending brown soon in his sights. Then with all the speed he could muster, glad the brown was distracted, he flew straight for Zioneth.
Forgive me, Lady Fianth, but I am about to take another of your suitors out of the running. You and Krah do not need babies from someone who thinks we are slaves,Iptoneth thought as politely as he could muster to the golden queen, though obviously his tone edged with the anger he was feeling. Knowing she was busy rising higher, he didn't want her to feel too much of his anger though.
He was soon upon Zioneth, his claws reaching to tear into the other's side. He would use all the strength he had to rip him down from the sky, he would not allow such filth to have another clutch here.
If you think we are slaves, then get out of here. My queen is a smart and loving gold, no one calls her a fool. Those of us here choose to serve those who cannot protect themselves. That does not make us slaves, the only slave here is you..to your selfishness,Iptoneth snarled to Zioneth. He had no problems with some unaffiliated, one of his sisters being one, but this one was a jerk who needed to learn his place.
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Just being courteous to let her know what he was doing and why
Revel1984
A quick thanks to Avroth
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Wheee!
((Last post for Iptoneth, just to take care of some business lol. And taking down Zioneth is with Hatt's consent))
Tsunake generated a random number between
1 and 50 ...
35!
Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2018 6:48 am
Oh, but how she flew now! Garganth beat his wings as hard as he could to rise with her in turn, instinctively sensing that time was short. She had flown so long and hard already--and though he had no doubt she could ride the skies forever as their rightful ruler, instinct would not allow it! The huge blue snarled at him, and Garganth bellowed in turn, eagerly welcoming his rage. Let him prove his might! Though a formidable opponent indeed, Garganth had fought and won his own battles. He would not shy from a fellow warrior's assault!
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About Garganth: Garganth is an immense creature, scarred and snaggle-toothed from fights with other dragons during mating flights. As a result, he looks rather bestial, and his tendency to stay more quiet only lends to the idea that he is a vicious, brutal creature. In truth, Garganth is not the brightest bulb. He prefers the simple and straight forward, and will gladly throw himself at any task assigned to him. He is a sensitive beast to boot, often flinching away from harsh words or insults. From a young age, he was forced to learn how to be gentle due to his size, and he is an affectionate, eager-to-please creature once he feels he can trust someone. And it isn't hard to earn his trust. Those looking to manipulate him will find a perfect target.... assuming they can get past his rider
NPC Garganth's Stats
Base points for bronze: 45pts 48 Turns turns: +7 points - Fit/Motivated: +10 points -Unaffiliated: +1 -Respectful, Polite, Loving, or Kind dragons: +5pts Total: 68
....A-A DANGER ROLL AT LAST, WITH EMPHASIS ON ROLLING...
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Tsunake generated a random number between
1 and 36 ...
30!
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2018 6:54 am
Down... and now up again, a test of true endurance! Elzebuth felt his own wings burning as he immediately righted his course, chasing after the glittering golden hide that always remained so tantalizingly out of reach! A rush of air, and the stormy colors of Krahsujunth filled his gaze--but ah, he had learned well! Elzebuth rolled again, twisting out of the way of claws and teeth--and was smashed so hard in the snout that he was temporarily blinded.
He hissed instinctively, tasting ichor in his mouth. The tail... yes, of course. Another lesson well-learned, and he rubbed his bitten tongue ruefully against the roof of his mouth.
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Elzebuth's Stats
Base points for brown: 40pts - Less than 5 turns: +3 points - Fit/Motivated: +10 points -A High Reaches resident: +5pts Total: 58 points
medigel generated a random number between
1 and 50 ...
45!
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2018 9:36 am
His own song began to suffuse him. So did Argoth turn from sheepish would-be harper to thirsting skall. It was the double-edged sword of his heart that let him: it was so sensitive that when he sang, he was always influenced by his music. What more could an artist ask for than to be swept up in their own work?
His throat burned and his wings burned even more, but the brown surged ahead all the same, purple eyes flecked with hints of red as the war song continued. He could feel Ulix's pride in him and was bolstered by it and the waves of lust coming from Fianth, and his singing was pierced briefly by a clarion call for the hunt before he continued anew, teeth beginning to poke from his lips. The storm did not abate in his music video vision, but neither did Argoth. He dodged a lightning bolt and pumped past some of the crowd.
Higher fly while fliers try, Tired males need not apply, For I am Master Hunter here: You will not get away, my dear! Shining sign of love divine, Fall to me and we'll entwine, Clutch strong eggs that you are due From singing brown for storming blue!
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Ulix could feel some of the heavier gazes on him and laughed scornfully--not at Olliah, who danced away and snapped, but at the would-be suitors who thought confidence a sin. As if they all weren't itching to act. T'nor in particular made him scoff as the man moved between them.
"You assume protection? As if you were her parental guardian. As if the weyrwoman can't choose for herself," Ulix said dryly. "I don't offer what she isn't asking for herself, you righteous mongrel." He stepped aside and brushed past as if the rider hadn't been there at all.
His words, although loud enough for all, were aimed at Olliah in particular as he continued to follow her. "Manners and pretty words are for pillow talk. I'll chase, you playful creature, but you will be mine tonight." Perhaps his smile would have seemed less vicious if Argoth's lustful anger weren't coloring him.
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about ulix A proud, eye-patch wearing specimen of a strong man who used to hunt both animals and lawbreakers for holds before his dragon finally convinced him to go back home. Think Gaston if he were a lot more clever. (And a momma's boy.)
argoth pros: patient, dutiful, loyal cons: low self esteem, clingy, sensitive basically a draconic dog with a p good singing voice who wants to be told he's a good boy
So focused had he been, so intent upon chasing after Fianth as she danced and dove, wove her way through and managed to work her suitors to what felt like the brink already, that Zioneth missed the most important cue of all. In the midst of all this bloody talking he'd forgotten to check that he himself wouldn't end up bloody and a pair of claws raked into him.
Hard.
At first he thought that the blue had finally caught him, it made sense since he'd been ripping his way through all the other dragons that even attempted to get close but thus far the brown had been spared the mauling that came with getting a bit too close to the blue's lady. No, this was a retaliation from a bronze that apparently had lost his mind and instantly Zioneth's eyes burned a fiery red color as he twisted back to look at him. Where a mere moment before he'd been fully focused on the gold so far ahead of him the brown was now thinking thoughts only of death and violence as he lashed out in retaliation at Iptoneth with a roar of fury and hatred.
Ichor sprayed down his side as he flexed the muscles in his torso so he could grab hold of the larger bronze, an effort given the sheer size difference between the pair of them. Luckily it wasn't as if he were the smallest of browns or even the smallest of blues, so when he was able to latch onto the bronze he sunk his claws in and used his own wings to foul Iptoneth's. Without either of their wings beating the two tangled dragons began to fall as a ball of claws and teeth, ichor spraying everywhere as they went. All that he could focus on was trying to rip the bronze to shreds before he could hurt him any further, not that it was all that successful given how they were entangled with one another.
Snarls and roars of anger were the only noises that Zioneth could emit as he fell, words now gone in the fog of hatred that nearly threatened to have him forget where the ground was that was suddenly coming up faster than he ever expected. Though he wanted to see Iptoneth smashed below him, that would require that he was smashed along with him and the brown was not going out that way if he could help it. At the last second he could manage without, crashing onto the rocks of the mountains below, he kicked himself free from the bronze in a splatter of ichor as his wings and sides and shoulders were torn to shreds and managed to open his tattered wings to catch wind and soar upward once more. It was all he could do to glance over his shoulder and hiss back at the bronze once more and the insults hurled in his direction by the other male were enough that he snorted in derision and soared off to find his rider.
The gold that was flying above was long forgotten as he tried to limp himself back towards Bail, his voice already hammering into her head at what seemed like the very wrong time. Not that Zioneth cared one bit.
Zioneth is OUT
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Nilah44 generated a random number between
1 and 40 ...
33!
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2018 2:22 pm
NPC Bronze Picassath Total: 70
L'eo had finally found himself within the throng of others around the weyr woman second. Olliah was looking so beautiful he had to try and suppress his flight lust to try and remember every detail. Picassath would likely have something for his rider to work on, the man might as well do something for himself as well.
Picassath struggled internally with the pledge to give his everything and yet his performance said otherwise. His actions didn't match his words and he was ashamed. He focused in again so much so that he didn't see the gold's mate Krah swoop in until the last second. He had enough time to dodge or so he thought. The blues tail whipped at the last moment right into his faceand across his snout. Even if the gentle bronze had wanted to retaliate, Krah was already out of the way. Picassath wasn't going to go out of his way to go after the blue. There wasn't anything to gain from that.
For once, the bronze was angry with himself. He wasnt as eloquent or strong or daring or, well, anything. He was simply himself, and he didnt think that was enough to woo the beautiful gold he was trying catch. But shard it if he was going to give up now!
Round 1: Strength + Speed = 10+15=25
Rolled: 21 - 6 = 15 Danger zone:15 - 29 1d4 = 2 - Pain lances through you as Krahsujunth's teeth sink into a softer patch of flesh. You trumpet alarm and manage to pull free, but you've fallen a bit behind in the process! -6 to total score.
Rolled: 6 Danger zone: Danger zone: Roll of 11-25 OR total score of 71-91
Round 4: Stamina + Strength + Speed =15+10+15=40
Rolled: 33 Danger zone: Roll of 25-39 OR total score of 103-123 1d4: 3. Out of nowhere the blue swoops in, flying right into your path. For a moment you think you can duck around him, then CRACK! Like a whip his tail snaps out, striking across your snout! -3 to total score.
Base points for bronze: 45pts Between 16-45 turns: +10 points Fit/Motivated: +10 points A High Reaches resident: +5pts Respectful, Polite, Loving, or Kind dragons: +5pts
Uta generated a random number between
1 and 50 ...
12!
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Olliah stepped back form all her suitors, turning in a slow circle so she might look upon them all. They were all here for her, waiting for her. Part of her wondered if she must choose... and how could she? "Such beautiful words," she spoke, her words almost pained. Dragonlust was a powerful force, and she wondered if any among them spoke truth. Words were hollow up in the sky, as Fianth's love was chasing.... but down on land, the Weyrwoman Second had no contender fighting for sole possession of her hearts.
Such an idea was nothing but a pretty fantasy, and Olliah was far too old to believe the silken words of her present suitors. Perhaps they also thought the same about her, and her words.
Be'ren was given a smile and a small chuckle. "I have no doubt you could be, and will be. But will you promise such a thing tomorrow?" She asked, arching a brow with curious, and gentle mirth. "Or shall we simply find out together in due time?"
Gr'm's growl was heard, and she offered the man a small, assuring, smile. "A feral man... I like it." She admitted, her eyes bright with lust, and good-humor.
T'nor was given a gentle touch as he moved protectively closer. "I might be as radiant as Fianth, but you are as handsome as your bronze, to be sure." She flirted back, knowing well what sort of dragon Tarenoth was!
N'ori's whispered and quiet words had not been lost on the woman. "I am glad you are here, too, sweet one." It was a half-purr, though there was sincerity laced within the lust of her voice and words. Whether she looked at them through Fianth's eyes, or her own, was difficult to say -- but there was no judgment. Would be no judgment.
Nimueh was a new suitor, and the woman offered a genuinely delighted laugh, and a bright smile. "Such promises! I have no doubt you would make wonderful company."
A'ryx was given another mischievous laugh. "I don't dare... Not right now. Soon, perhaps, I will know all your secrets, hmm?" And all that might imply.
M'yk was given another bright smile, eyes tracing over him with a hunger not yet satisfied in the woman. She felt as if she'd been half-starved, and tonight she would let herself gorge...
Ulix was the most brazen of them all. "You'll have to catch me first!" She laughed, not at all offended or distressed. Let them bicker and snarl among themselves. Like her dragon, she did not mind.
L'eo was also a new face, and she gave a smile, and an appreciative look at the man. "No need to be shy," she purred.
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Fianth continued to fly high. She had angled herself so she was now near vertical, stretching her wings as far as she could stretch them. At this point her shoulders ached, and even she could tell she was beginning to slow. But she needed to fly high, to procure a strong clutch for High Reaches Weyr. She spared no look for any of her contenders, not even her beloved. Height was all that mattered.... But who among the lot would she choose?
Her thoughts whirled with lust and desire. For once, she said nothing to Krahsujunth. She knew what was soon to come, knew that the blue was trying, striving, desperately, to reach what was his. And oh, part of her hearts broke knowing the outcome. Perhaps she might be dubbed a coward for not choosing heart over instinct; but though her hearts wanted one thing, her body demanded another. There was nothing more to say, nothing more she could tell him, that wouldn't simply hurt him more.
So she would focus only on her final ascent.
To all her suitors, the queen let forth one last bugle of challenge. Such beautiful words you all have sung to me! And yet, I grow weary of words... What will you do now, darlings? Who among you has the power and strength and speed and cleverness to draw my eye?! Who has the imagination, creativity, and appeal to stand out from the rest of the pack!? I am here, and I am waiting -- make me wait not longer! It was a half-feral roar, and she sent one last blast of emotion, of lust, of desire, of her need, back through her suitors.
To Krah, especially, was there nothing but blind devotion, love, and affection. A want that could not be.
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Please roll Stamina + Strength! There is no stopping this queen! She is practically vertical as she flies high up over the High Reaches territory! This is your last, shining, glorious moment to impress this queen!
After everyone rolls/Tuesday night Fianth will pick a winner! I'll automatically consider the top two slots -- but also see if she has any favorites. I might pick someone, I might roll from a list.
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