And just like that, she rose. Belsheveth was quick to take to the air after her, paying close attention to her path--watching Kleoth take a swipe at another Bronze on the way up certainly helped make sure that he stayed mindful, even with the emotional fever pitch of a flight like this. If she wanted to see blood, however...well. He'd take no joy in it, but this night was hers to dictate. Until then, he'd press on, saving his focus for the queen burning through the skies before him like a comet. Everything else paled in comparison.
magnadearel generated a random number between
1 and 19 ...
9!
Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2021 9:54 pm
Brown Belengath Belengath didn't react when the gold's temper flared. Proddy golds would be proddy. He would be true to himself. If that wasn't enough for her, then so be it. When the Kleoth took to the sky, he leapt after her. Belengath beat his wings, but lost some height due to turbulence caused by the larges bronzes.
Kleoth's anger flaring caused Wolveths' own passion to flare as well. The overwhelming mixture of anger and lust twisting and turning throughout his core. Already in the sky the brown had kept up a circle as he moved.
As the gold took to the skies Wolveth was quickly after her, still silent as he was so focused upon the task at hand. He had never been very good at flattery or anything of the like, actions were normally what he communicated with best.
Snarling as he followed behind Kleoth, Wolveth's whirling red and purple eyes moved across those suitors that were before him, lips curling to show his teeth more. The brown was itching for a fight.
Smerdle generated a random number between
1 and 24 ...
20!
Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2021 7:34 pm
Aleyath couldn't deny that. Blues were quite quick. Wiggly too. But they weren't fighting Thread, and everybody knew that browns were way better at chasing queens.
Yeah, I'll give you that. Having nothing clever to say and far more important things on his mind, the brown hesitated for a bit too long, holding completely still as he watched Kleoth shimmer in the dark. A single, twitchy little bounce broke his awkward pause. See ya, speedy.
With that, he was off, an amiable mental nudge for Tierboskath left in his wake. He had never been terribly good with words when he concentrated on what he was saying, but his heart was in the right place. Aleyath jumped into the air, cutting quickly upward in an attempt to get ahead of flashing claws and gnashing teeth.
Tsunake generated a random number between
1 and 26 ...
2!
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2021 9:38 am
Her takeoff had not been at all what she'd imagined, leaving her suitors far behind in the dust... but it seemed as though some of them had anticipated she would have and ranged far ahead of her. She chose to seize the moment and use it to her advantage, pivoting sharply to dart in the opposite direction. A crackle of mischievous delight raced through her as she flew towards the ocean, wanting to see who could be quick on the wing.
She rumbled low in her throat with amusement. See that you do not tease anyone into gifting you new scars, my brother. But she could focus on him no longer. Instinct demanded that she push herself, and focus on only the males that could stand a chance at catching her.
Uskatath's words earned a sharp jolt of approval, and Kleoth watched with interest as Adarith boldly slashed at him. She favored him with a wave of satisfaction. A bold strike against a much larger opponent--but he hadn't even hesitated. Rend who you wish, Uskatath. It will be a fine show of strength. I only ask that you keep your attentions from my brother. Tierboskath was a bold and free spirit, as he should be. She did not wish for any to harm him.
Fight if it pleases you, Zibeth. There are many ways to show one's strength. But his courtesy in asking instead of assuming was enough to earn her regard.
It was Aleyath's easy regard for her brother that she noted, a kindness that pleased her. Would the brown be able to hold his own against those more willing to spill ichor to prove their strength? Time would tell.
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Her mind so twined with Kleoth's, Phryana had nearly forgotten that she was standing alone on the beach until a voice called her back to herself. She turned slowly, taking her time as she looked T'kita over. "I hadn't considered it," She replied, dark eyes drifting past him to look at the others approaching the beach, "But I find myself open to the idea." Being pursued was hardly a foreign concept to her, but the ability to choose for simple pleasure? A smile spread across her face. It was a new and fascinating idea.
"N'sarl." She returned the greeting in a low tone, assessing him just as she had T'kita. Strong, rugged men, the both of them, and she enjoyed merely looking for now. Rio received a smile as well, for his easy manner during their time as Weyrlings made him easy to like. She paused to look over R'en next, her smile widening slightly. Was that a touch of shyness?
Phryana arched a brow at T'sar's expression, amused. "Do you think so? I find it flattering." She noted Kito's approach, raking him briefly with her eyes before turning her attention to them all. "All handsome, in his own way." Her blood sang with the need to claim one for her own, but which? Who was bold enough? She threaded her way through them, occasionally letting her fingers trail against a wrist or hand. A most pleasant decision...
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Round 2: Please roll Speed + Wits OR choose to attack! Battle mechanics are on the front page!
Kleoth’s Stats HP: 100/100 (she is the final boss) Strength: 19 Speed: 10 Dexterity: 6 Stamina: 17 Wits: 16
Round Three will begin on Monday 6 PM CST or sooner if everyone posts before then!
SilverLutz
Adarith earns a boon! Add a +5/-5 to your score, whichever brings you closest to Kleoth's total. This can only be used on this turn.
Uta
Uskatath earns a boon! Add a +5/-5 to your score, whichever brings you closest to Kleoth's total. This can only be used on this turn.
demon_pachabel
Take 8 damage!
Smerdle
Aleyath earns a boon! Add a +5/-5 to your score, whichever brings you closest to Kleoth's total. This can only be used on this turn.
faesinger
Zibeth earns a boon! Add a +5/-5 to your score, whichever brings you closest to Kleoth's total. This can only be used on this turn.
Meepfur
magnadearel
Mr Cheri
ShinosBee
Zaikt
Sweet Symmetry
Avid_RPer18
BastetAmun
Zaikt generated a random number between
1 and 24 ...
9!
Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2021 9:41 am
He'd been too zealous in his initial launch--Kleoth had faked them out quite effectively, whirling around to fly toward the sea instead with a rather spirited cackle. Belsheveth wheels back in a wide arc after her, doing everything he can to slow down in spite of his momentum. He's fortunate enough to be in the middle of banking when another Bronze takes a snap at him; he's quick enough to roll out of the way, rumbling a low hiss of warning for the attempt.
Now, he's got a little ways to go to catch up. Belsheveth huffs quietly, tail lashing behind him as he pushed himself to speed up--he'd be playing it much more carefully from here on out, but he had to get back to a better position, first. An excellent maneuver. His praise is genuine, without a trace of smug satisfaction or indignation. Kleoth had done well, unsurprisingly, and she deserved the merit. What else do you have in store for us?
faesinger generated a random number between
1 and 25 ...
2!
faesinger
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2021 10:31 am
NPC Bronze Zibeth
What pleases me is to devote all my attention to you, Kleoth. Zibeth crooned as the winged around to change direction. It is not the others that I am here for after all. For all he cared they could strike each other out of the sky and waste their energy. He would stay focused unless Kleoth asked him to fight. He flew but as Kleoth had proven herself wily and was hanging back, he did as well.
He watched as the other browns and bronzes fought among themselves, with a selfish hope that they lost sight of the prize. He wasn’t above taking advantage of someone else’s distractions here. You are the prize, lovely. Why would I want to waste my time on anyone else?
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Bronze: 45 7 years old: +10 motivated: +10 Total: 65
As Kleoth played court to bronze and brown alike, Illiandinth let a rumbling growl escape his maw. A ripple of amusement ran through the enormous beast. Play as you like, little queen. Let them dance to your tune... even as we hunt each other. It was evident indeed that some among his peers had chosen how they would try to win Kleoth, and if the Demon did not yet take that tact... well, he had other ways of proving himself.
But if one among them grew too close to the queen, the bronze had no compunction at all against rending them from the sky. He flew with purpose that sang in his veins, and left him no other choice but to wheel and dive, climb higher, ever higher... a sky dance for a night that he had not yet won. Little Tierboskath drew a chuckle from Illiandinth... for he had put himself in harm's way and only his sister's regard could save him now. It was ever a dangerous game, when the lust of dragons was roused.
Navarath was clearly riled - a sensation that bled right through to his rider who was always ready to throw down if he had to - and he itched to reach out and rend. Another had already taken a swipe at a competitor, and Kleoth had all but given permission for battle.
He would thrive in it. His attentions turned sharply on a contender who had made no move to greet the maiden queen, who sought only to be wild. Perhaps he felt the brown's itch to fight, the sensation crackling like lightning through several of the males in pursuit of the gold hoping to prove their worth. But it was this competitor who would face his claws and teeth as he lashed out.
BastetAmun
Hit for 8 HP!
He'd find his mark true enough, striking before pulling away to keep either party from simply falling out of the sky in a tangle of wings and claws - though not so far away as to not take a return blow. In fact, he seemed to want to be hit in turn.
Again, he hissed his gutteral, crocodilian bellow, wings flared. Surely you will give our Queen better than mere silence! Dance to a song of ringing steel!
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T'kita didn't bristle at those others who joined in their pursuit of the goldrider, though he looked over each with a quiet, unspoken intent. It was clear that some mere show of strength wouldn't send any of them fleeing away, and the thrill that ran through his bond with Navarath spoke to impress. Was that not what he did best?
He didn't even have it in him to be offended at T'sar's suggestion that the gathering, or the men who comprised it, were.... 'cliche'. "Mmmm, if the cliche is that she has her pick of the finest....then is that not what she deserves?"
Phryana was taking careful steps through the gathering, assessing and choosing as she wished - perhaps flavored by patience to match with her lifemate's partner. A brush of a touch and he'd respond with one of his own, brushing his fingers across the back of her hand as she passed.
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Bronze Navarath Navarath hatched ferocious and battle hungry - and while he is not blind with his desire for physical competition, he can be incredibly coarse which can hide his noble nature.
T'kita is a former pit fighter who has had to prove his mettle via combat and has the lean muscle to show for it. He sees everything as a bit of a competition and will look down on those he sees as cowardly or whiny.
Pipith had been careful not to get ahead of himself, and paid good attention to Kleoth, rather than shooting off to a too-fast start, and he was in a good position to react to her change of direction. In the meantime, it was no surprise that things were beginning to get heated, with some of his competitors already taking swipes at each other. Just the sight of it got his ichor rising, and he snarled and snapped his jaws, eager to get in on some of the action; he didn't want to sacrifice good sense or risk his chances just to take a bite out of someone, but at the same time, it would be a risk not to shed any ichor and possibly seem faint of heart.
The heavily-scarred bronze cast his red gaze about for a likely target, and landed on Belengath, just ahead of him. He put on a quick burst of speed and angled himself for the attack with claws extended to hit the brown hard and fast, roaring with satisfaction at his own success. Bleed, he said simply, savagely, his eyes alight with pleasure at Flight and fight both. Battle is a far better judge of honor than fussiness about ledges.
magnadearel
Damage to Belengath: 12-6=6 damage!
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Pipith's Stats: Base points for bronze: 45 Between 6-20 turns (14): +10 Fit/Motivated: +10
Damage to Belengath: 12-6=6 damage! 6+15=21 for round
Score: 5 + 21 = 26
Meepfur Crew
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Uta rolled 2 12-sided dice:
9, 3Total: 12 (2-24)
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2021 1:26 pm
PC N'sarl of bronze Uskatath
The large bronze needed no more encouragement. Instead of replying--for what more would he say?--the bronze instead turned to his metallic opponents. While a brown dragon had attempted to snap at him earlier, his ire was now forgotten; if he were to throw down his competition, than it would not be wasted on a mere brown.
Instead, he would look to his kin that shared metallic hide, and instead, would do what he could to distract and detract. For while Kleoth was the prize, he was no fool; he would not make her promises of love, hearts, and adoration--but he could at least spill the ichor of his competitors.
Tierboskath was even less worth his time than Adarith and the lousy browns that thought themselves dragon enough to ensnare Kleoth. Arrogant beasts, truly, and doubly foolish. Wasn't Kleoth's own sire proof of that? Though she had wit about her, Uskatath had strong opinions in regards to a brown's place. And while some queen's favored the smaller dragons, Uskatath had hope that Kleoth had better taste than that.
With a sudden jerk, the bronze cut over so he could take a snap at Pipith -- ready to tear into the other's shoulder and leave his ichor streaming.
Unfortunately though, he wasn't able to get as close to the other bronze as he'd hoped--and instead, his fangs snapped shut on nothing but air.
Hmph.
Well, there would be other opportunities all the same. Ichor would flow, one way or another.
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N'sarl watched Phryana intensely, even as he tried to focus on her, and as Uskatath made his move. If he bared his teeth at some of the competition, it couldn't be helped--the fact any of them were lucid enough surprised him--but he wasn't one to fight the effects of a flight.
No.
When Uskatath took to the skies, N'sarl let himself go along with the ride. That Phryana was so close, reaching out to touch, was a difficult thing to ignore or dismiss. Still, he held his ground; even if Uskatath succeeded, that did not mean she would fall into his arms.
So he waited, though each passing moment was near torture. Let the others speak and try to woo. Anyone with a brain knew this moment was purely driven by dragonlust. Let connections be made, if connections were indeed desired, well after the light of morning had come. No words, promises, or wants could be trusted until then, as far as N'sarl was concerned.
Meepfur
Sorry -- Pipith won the randomizer on the front page. He missed though! 3 - 9 = -6
Uskatath: He is a bronze who fits the High Reaches ideal far more than that of Western. Though he loathes his current home, he remains out of a sense of duty--and because his rider refuses to leave. He's judgmental, pompous, arrogant, and not entirely a friendly sort of bronze. He's all edges, and not afraid of a good fight. Uskatath is a formidable Threadfighter and reliable (if unpleasant) wingmate.
N'sarl: He was once trouble, and even after Impression, hasn't gotten much better. Returning to High Reaches Weyr is a temptation but something--or someone--keeps him there. He's aloof, rough-around-the-edges, and generally hard to get to know. He's slightly-less-pompous than his bronze, and can (quietly) do good things when the mood strikes.
Strength (16) + Stamina (16) = 32 -6 + 15 = 9 - 5 (thanks to Kleoth's boon) = 4 [I think that's how that works]
Meepfur generated a random number between
1 and 22 ...
5!
Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2021 3:29 pm
Maybe you will, if you're lucky, Tierboskath chortled in reply to Aleyath, with a sassy little flick of his tail. At least the brown was being civil - and civilized, while many of the suitors tried to take pieces out of each other. Even in a Flight in which he had a chance, the blue wasn't one for violence: he was a lover, not a fighter. And in this case, when he was here purely for fun? No, he was just going to flit about and enjoy himself. That some of the other chasers might not approve of his presence wasn't lost on him, but that just rolled right off of his glorious hide - he didn't care what they thought, and they couldn't do anything about it, besides. He stopped short of sticking his tongue out at them, or flying in such a way that would actively hinder them, as he did rather value his hide.
He did terribly want to show off, but...he didn't want to poach any of his sister's choices, either. He'd find himself a catch out of the leftovers, if any of them proved amenable. In the meantime, he pursued Kleoth with ease but without further chatting, his eyes a bright purple-blue.
Perhaps the fact that his dragon was so casual and carefree about it all made it easier for Rio to stay patient, though it was in his nature to be so regardless, no matter how much he might want - nothing in him was pushy or territorial. The sniping and bristling and bared teeth just weren't him, under any circumstances, though he couldn't help but laugh at the comment about a cliche group of bronzeriders.
"I think you'll find I'm anything but cliche," he purred. And when Phryana passed by, he reached out to lightly grasp her fingers and press a kiss to them if allowed, heat in his gold eyes, before letting go. His easy manner wasn't a lack of desire or confidence, not by any means, he just wasn't going to posture or try to push his way to the fore. He knew he had charisma and appeal aplenty regardless, it was just up to Phryana what her flavor of choice would be.
Smerdle
SilverLutz
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Tierboskath's Stats:
Base points for blue: 30 Less than 5 turns: +3 Fit/Motivated: +10
SilverLutz generated a random number between
1 and 20 ...
2!
SilverLutz
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2021 3:59 pm
Adarith kept close behind Kleoth, vying for space as the dragons around him slashed at one another, ichor splashing down onto his snout as a few found their marks. Despite the urge to continue to prove a brown like him could hold his own against the bronzes, he knew better than to battle for the entirety of the flight and for now he ignored the flashing teeth and snarling jaws of his competitors. This was about the golden queen flying before them all. He knew he had to keep pace with her if he wanted to win.
Focusing his efforts on making the tight turn to change direction, Adarith stayed on Kleoth's tail, keeping just a few powerful wingbeats behind her. He said nothing - actions spoke louder than words, as she'd said - but he kept his mind fixed on none but her. Let the others snarl and speak to one another. Their lack of focus would be telling.
The group around Phryana had grown considerably and quickly at that. It seemed many of the riders were here to offer themselves to the goldrider just as their dragons had joined the queen in the skies. Phryana's response made T'sar shrug a shoulder, his strained grin softening into an amused smirk of his own.
"To each their own, I suppose." If a snarling bronzerider was what she liked, she could clearly have that. Certainly not what he was looking for on less auspicious evenings than this. He returned the subtle touch, long fingers dancing lightly along Phryana's palm.
Rio's returned rebuttal made T'sar glance his way once Phryana passed him, a brow quirking in his direction to accompany the little smirk still on his lips. Perhaps - if Phryana passed up the both of them, of course - he'd be someone to look into to spend the evening with.
"Ah, but you're not a bronze rider, are you?" he said. He could have said more, but for now he turned his gaze back to Phryana. Just as Kleoth was the star in the sky for the evening, she was the woman of the hour in the moment. Chatting to others could be saved for later once a decision was made.
Meepfur
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Adarith: Adarith isn't the nicest dragon out there. He is very demanding and has a very short temper, which is a combination for a volatile creature. Brimming with energy, Adarith requires mental and physical exertion to keep out of trouble. He has scars from scrapes with other dragons and he wears them with pride. He uses his demeanor and his size to his advantage and when he is the smaller dragon in a situation, he doesn't let it get to his head. Despite his rough personality he is a fierce fighter and defender of his home, and to those that can withstand his brutish ways, they can find an honorable and loyal friend and soldier beneath the dark hide. T'sar: Positive: Charismatic, Graceful, Learns from the past/his mistakes. Negative: Snobby, Vain, Fearful of rejection. Available for anyone looking for a fun night.
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Adarith's Stats Base points for brown: 40 points Between 6-20 turns: +10 points Fit/Motivated: +10 points Participated in this most recent Threadfall: +5 points Brown: -5 points
magnadearel generated a random number between
1 and 21 ...
4!
Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2021 4:06 pm
Despite his more leisurely take off, the brown found himself somewhat ahead of the gold. Kleoth wisely used it to her advantage. The brown hummed his approval as she threw some of the males off by turning and darting back the other way. Belengath spread his wings and swung wide to bring himself back around and into play. As he came out of the turn, a small bronze swept by him delivering a stinging attack. Belengath snarled and snapped his jaws on empty air. And this was much why he despised these big chases. The bronzes acting so superior and aggressive. The golds actually -liked- this? No thanks he much preferred his quiet ledge. He silently questioned why he had decided to join this time. Would it look bad if he dropped out now? Belengath decided to stick it out for at least awhile longer.
