[GREENFLIGHT ORP] These Stormy Skies (Araeth Rising)

[TheWishling]

Honestly, E'ion had been enjoying the storm. He'd been finishing a letter to Roknhin, paying no attention to the odd sensation coming to him from his beloved. It had been quite some time since he'd had anything to worry about, knowing well that Araeth's anger made it difficult for her to find the desire to Rise or be chased. She thought males were far too foolish. Outside, spring rains were fluttering on his weyrledge, with thunder rumbling, and lightning showing through the thick cloud. It was as he lay back on to his bed, preparing to settle in for the evening, that his beloved let out a loud, angry snarl and launched herself from the Weyr. Oh, that was what that feeling was. Letting out a shaking breath, the man smiled a tiny bit, moving to the edge to watch as her large green form shot through the air to land on a herdbeast, blooding two before she let out a loud, screaming sound to the sky. Love, are you sure about this?

Araeth had been putting off the urge to Rise. After all, there was no point with all these daft, happy males that took pleasure in things that made little sense. She had decided she would wait, missing for a moment her home weyr, wishing almost that she was at Western...And yet here she was now. She had no choice but to be at High Reaches, and if such was the case, then she would make any male that dared to come after her work. Letting out a loud screech of a call, she snapped her wings open and took to the sky, knowing her 25' bulk could be lifted as she chose. In strength, she certainly didn't lack, I am sure, my E'ion. Worry yourself not. It is time I rise, and we shall see what these males have to offer. With her hide now slicked by rain, and the lightning highlighting her silhouette, she reached out, openly, for the first time since she and Hers had come here.

COME ALL WHO DARE. RISE IN TO THE STORM WITH ME, AND PROVE YOUR WORTH.

Faranth help them all.

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E'ion of Green Araeth

E'ion is the Assistant Candidatemaster at High Reaches Weyr. While his heart is taken by someone no longer at the weyr, Green Araeth has yet to find a male that can match her stormy temper. Ever angry, this is her FIRST TIME Rising at HR, but her personality should proceed her. She is no nonsense, and will seek the strongest male to satisfy her urge to Rise.

About E'ion:
Positive Trait: Patient, Gentle, Genuine
Negative Trait: Passive, Physical, Insecure
About Araeth:
Positive Traits: Confident, Honest, Determined
Negative Trait: Furious, Demanding, Pessimist

Araeth's Stats:
Green Dragon: +50
Between 6-20 turns: +10 points
Blooding Bonus: +5
65 pts

Strength: 18
Speed: 11
Dexterity: 10
Stamina: 14
Wits: 12

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Rules/Info:
‣There will be rounds, and rolling, and Araeth will pick her winner from the top three performing males at the end of the rounds.
‣Each round will last two days, so everyone has some time to get at it. OR when everyone has posted (with rp response)
‣If you roll for your entry for the round, but don't find time to fill your post in with RP before the round ends, your points for that round will be halved.
‣I expect you to keep track of your own score, but I'll be watching too, so that the top three will get those spots fairly.
‣This is open to any male dragons in the area. You do not have to be a weyr native, just have a reason to be in the area at the time!
‣Araeth is not one for flattery, so flowery words will get you nowhere, but if you prove something to her in your RP response, you might gain her approval.
‣NPCs are fine, if you lack a location-apropriate rider to toss any in for funsies.


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Determining Your Male's Stats:
Base points for bronze: 35pts
Base points for brown: 40pts
Base points for blue: 45pts

If the male is:
- Less than 5 turns: +2 points
- Between 6-20 turns: +10 points
- Between 21-35 turns: +7 points
- Above 36 turns: +5 points

- Rotund/Lazy: +0 points
- Average/Normal: +5 points
- Fit/Motivated: +10 points

-Practical/Confident: +3pts
-Weyr Native: +2pts
-Non Weyr native: -2pts

Using the above points, you get your point total, which is up to you to distribute through your base stats. Please try to keep your distributions realistic for your particular dragon!

 

[BastetAmun]

Flying back into the weyr during the rain was always something Orodreth enjoyed. His Tyra never seemed to mind he took his time as they moved through the sky, dodging in and out of clouds, his hide slick. Lightning is beginning to strike Orodreth. As much as I enjoy our flights in the rain, it's time we head back. I need to make my report anyways.

Of course, Tyramine.

Wheeling over the weyrbowl, coasting down to the ledge of their weyr, a green dragon issuing a call suddenly had Orodreth snap his head up. He knew that screech, as well as the anger behind it. Whirling blue eyes followed the lovely green form as she rose into the sky and then issued her challenge to them. They were on the ledge and Tyra had slipped off when she noticed the eyes of her blue had changed to purple. "Orodreth..."

The large wedged head snapped around to look at her, flicks of red whirling in with the lustful blue. It is Araeth, Tyramine. She had only just gotten the straps off of him when the blue snapped his wings out, pushing her backwards.

"You sharding idiot!" She called out to him as he took off into the air, twisting and dodging as he did. He, of course, had no mind for her, only the green in the sky. "No way I'm getting this shaffing report done now."


Climbing higher and higher, Orodreth let out a bugle as he neared where Araeth was. He had never chased her before, when they had been at the weyr they had both been clutched at, but he had heard tell of her. Araeth! Orodreth will rise and conquer the storm!

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Orodreth's Stats
Strength: 10
Speed: 15
Dexterity: 15
Stamina: 12
Wits: 15


Points
Base Pts Blue: 45
Between 6-20 Turns: 10
Fit/Motivated: 10
Weyr Native: 2
Total: 67  

[houllow]

The storm was breathtaking, in as much as a storm could be. Certainly a welcome reprieve from the cold and darkness, even though the sky above was muted for a different reason. K'ian had always been fond of watching the sky, and he was pleasantly surprised to see a sudden streak of green break apart the flashes of lightning and the peels of thunder. A soft chuckle escaped the man's lips as he felt a sudden stir from a being that had otherwise been silent.

May I? Came a rumble from the ledge nearby, where a dozing bronze had been listening to and enjoying the sounds of the oncoming spring rains. The dragon raised his head, allowing for a flash of purple to roll through his massive eyes, as he turned to his rider once more. At the silence that followed his request, the bronze got to his feet and walked forward. I will go, then. This storm holds no fear for me.

Silently, powerfully, the dragon was aloft and after the shrieking green. Her voice echoed in his head, her challenge softly accepted. She was neither a quest nor a conquest, as it were, but merely a chase. It would do the green dragon no service to think better or worse of her, and he would chase her with all the respect she deserved.

Others would join him, this he knew, but there was no need to worry or fret. To remain focused was what all would be wise to do, with their gazes not on one another in challenge but on the Green.

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[ NPC ] K'ian, of bronze Shahnazth

- bronze dragon: +35 Base
- between 21-35 turns: +7
- average/normal: +5
- weyr native: +2
- practical/confident: +3

Total: 52 pts

Strength: 17
Speed: 7
Dexterity: 5
Stamina: 15
Wits: 8  

[Hattaki]

Lightning crashed loudly above his head as the brown dragon slept, his body curled tight and one wing thrown out to shield his rider from any rain. To the pair, rain was nothing and lightning was hardly something to panic about when there were so many other things in the world that could harm someone. They themselves were rather harmful when awake, the assassin leaned against his side was a mess of a human but she was deadly and she was his mess. Between two recent jobs involving murders and one that had left an establishment with considerably less alcohol than when they had closed the night before, Zioneth and Bail were comfortably fed and drunk respectively. It was no surprise that they had come back near High Reaches once more, intent upon meeting her and finally settling things nicely so that they could finally be done with this chapter of their lives. Still, the pair couldn’t easily bring themselves to sleep in the Weyr, even when it had been offered at one time.

Another resounding crack had an orange eye snap open, for it wasn’t the lightning that the brown had heard reverberating through him. Calling out amidst the storm was a voice, a gloriously angry voice that so matched his own perfectly. Reaching out, he found a green at the source of all that yelling, of the feeling that was making it’s way through him and he couldn’t wait to rise and meet her.

Wings spreading out wide, body shifting so that his drunken rider simply slid slowly to the ground on her back, Zioneth roared at the top of his lungs into the night. He might not belong to High Reaches, or indeed any Weyr at all, but he would fly to defeat all those that chased after the furious green above him because he wanted to see that fury first hand.

JUST YOU WAIT SMALL, ANGRY ONE. I’VE NOTHING TO PROVE TO A WEYR SLAVE, BUT I WILL FOLLOW TO SEE YOUR ANGER THROUGH.

As he’d leveled the words at more than just the green, Bail grumbled awake, wet and still mightily drunk from her celebration post-job. Was her fool of a dragon attempting another flight? Why were there so many sharding flights at this Weyr!? She pulled a rain cover from the slowly soaking pack of provisions not far off and laid it across both herself and the important pack, determined to fall asleep once more as the bottle slid from her fingers to the ground she laid upon.

Without so much as checking on her state, though not concerned given her cover, Zioneth leapt to the air and beat his sting wings towards the green at the heart of the storm above.

About Zioneth: This medium size brown is packed full of a giant sized attitude and does NOT enjoy Weyrs or the dragons that live there. While he enjoys chasing after greens and golds he might take a swipe at a male that gets too close to him. Beware.

- Base points for brown: 40pts
- Between 6-20 turns: +10 points
- Fit/Motivated: +10 points
- Practical/Confident: +3pts
- Non Weyr native: -2pts
Total: 62

Zioneth’s Stats
Strength: 17
Speed: 12
Dexterity: 11
Stamina: 16
Wits: 5 - His brain is made of rocks  

[TheWishling]

Few males, but she'd expected as much. Their terror of her was to be expected, as she stood against any that dared chase. Odoreth got a feeling of irritation and derision, the bronze, a moment's notice....and then there was a brown who DARED. Her bugle of challenge became a snarl as she whipped her tail at him in fury, How DARE you call me a slave. I am a slave to no one, no weyr nor Gold stands against me. You are impertinent. With her wings flaring wider, she instantly began to go up. A beat of strong wings carried her high, quickly in to the clouds that were bristling with electricity. She intended to test them thoroughly, for only one would fall with her.

Follow, if you dare, and show me your hearts. It was to her misfortune that a blast struck close to her, and she had to tuck her wings and fall, down through the dark, thick clouds, only to open her wings right before she hit a peak, taking off in to the downpour with a creel.

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E'ion of Green Araeth

Araeth's Stats:
Strength: 18
Speed: 11
Dexterity: 10
Stamina: 14
Wits: 12

R1: 18 + 14 = 32

Boys, she is testing you! Strength + Stamina will determine ROUND 1 of a 3 round flight!

 

[BastetAmun]

The irritation and anger he felt from her did not dissuade Orodreth from the potential chase. He was still going to conquer this storm, show her that a dragon clutched at Western was still a strong and capable one.

Eyes whirling purple as she began to go up into the air, Orodreth followed. He did not expect the lightning strike that caused Araeth to tuck her wings, allowing her to fall. He wasn't very quick with going after her, though he did manage to stay just a bit behind her.

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Orodreth's Stats
Strength: 10
Speed: 15
Dexterity: 15
Stamina: 12
Wits: 15

Str + Spd
10 + 15 = 25

First Roll: 6  

[houllow]

...... The taunts and challenge of the Green went unanswered by the bronze, who merely flapped his wings as he followed. Her actions and her words flowed as easily around him as the storm did, despite how hard it raged and how it might have stung at the hides of weaker dragons. To him her challenge was merely the words of an opponent, one who was neither worthy nor unworthy. He would chase because it was expected, from her and the from the Weyr, and thus an obligation Shahnazth would fulfill.

He did move swiftly at her sudden drop, the faintest of purple starting to creep into his eyes. The bronze was not as young as his competitors, but he was certainly large and had some of that to thank for his success in flights over the Turns. You will not lose me so easily. I will still follow. His tone sounded almost bored despite how his wings pumped to move his forward.

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[ NPC ] Bronze Shahnazth

- bronze dragon: +35 Base
- between 21-35 turns: +7
- average/normal: +5
- weyr native: +2
- practical/confident: +3

Total: 52 pts

Strength: 17
Speed: 7
Dexterity: 5
Stamina: 15
Wits: 8

Strength + Stamina
17+15 = 32  

[Hattaki]

YOUR WORDS ARE AS EMPTY AS THAT SNARL. Zioneth announced with a deep chuckle as he charged up ward after her, his wings picking up speed as he flexed the muscles in his wings to follow her. Thunder and lighting crashed and flashed all around him and had he been a weaker dragon he might have balked at the sight of it all, but nothing about weather worried him. She was still calling out to them, still flying deeper into the storm when he watched her wings falter a bit.

Orange eyes swirled in amusement, no concern there for he'd simply go back down to the ground if she suddenly decided against it. She continued on stronger though, this green was fearless and her anger and kreeling calls filled him with the desire to see it all through. Despite being up a bit higher than she was now, the brown dragon tilted his wings and followed directly on her tail, not losing her in the roiling storm.

Zioneth’s Stats
Strength: 17
Speed: 12
Dexterity: 11
Stamina: 16
Wits: 5 - His brain is made of rocks

Round one: 16 + 17 = 28/33  

[TheWishling]

Two of her chasing males were not so terrible. That brown was pushing on her nerves though, with his words so cold and aggressive. With a snarl of displeasure, Araeth pushed herself close along the ground, lifting herself up and heading through a rather rough patch of crags. There would be a maze for these larger males to work through, to fly themselves through. She dodged and weaved, with a few close calls. One rock clipped her wing, another her tail, but she kept going with a loud trumpeting.

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E'ion of Green Araeth

Araeth's Stats:
Strength: 18
Speed: 11
Dexterity: 10
Stamina: 14
Wits: 12

R1: 4
R2: 10

Boys, she is testing you! SPEED + DEX will determine ROUND 2 of a 3 round flight!

 

[BastetAmun]

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Orodreth's Stats
Strength: 10
Speed: 15
Dexterity: 15
Stamina: 12
Wits: 15

Spd + Dex
15 + 15 = 30

First Roll: 6  

[Hattaki]

With a chuckle at her snarl the brown twisted his body and followed her down towards the rocks, sheets of rain slicking off of his form as he did what he could to avoid the dangers on this fiery green's path. Through glowing orange eyes Zioneth saw her bump into them and adjusted his path to avoid following her too closely into the same outcroppings. Her trumpet of challenge made him want to roar his approval, but as purple threaded through his eyes he lapsed into silence lest she turn on him. Generally he was rather terrible at avoiding things, but as the storm pressed him onward and he avoided the other two males thoroughly his heart rose a bit and his normally low confidence finally leveled out.

Far below a pair of mismatched eyes opened, bloodshot from alcohol and turns of no sleeping, they cast upwards towards the sky as a new feeling spread through her. Zioneth never felt confidence this close to a Weyr, it was one of his flaws that resulted from not liking other dragons. "Keep flying big guy..."

Zioneth’s Stats
Strength: 17
Speed: 12
Dexterity: 11
Stamina: 16
Wits: 5 - His brain is made of rocks

Round one: 16 + 17 = 28/33
Round two: 11 + 12 = 19/23

Total: 47  

[houllow]

...... The bronze was basically a tank, a slow and steady type who wasn't quite known for his agility or his speed. What he lacked in those departments he more than made up for with his stamina and strength, but even that appeared to be somewhat useless in the midst of his fellow chasers. He would not show judgement at their success, however, and would not allow a single negative thought to cross his mind. Instead, he would applaud them for their prowess, at how well they carried themselves onto the field.

The green before him, though she raged, was also worthy of praise. Her movements were fascinating and skillful, performed with a talent that he knew served her well while fighting Thread. If she was this dexterous and determined while being chased, what would she look like while doing the chasing?

He wished to give her a compliment, though not in a manner one would expect. More.
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[ NPC ] Bronze Shahnazth

- bronze dragon: +35 Base
- between 21-35 turns: +7
- average/normal: +5
- weyr native: +2
- practical/confident: +3

Total: 52 pts

Strength: 17
Speed: 7
Dexterity: 5
Stamina: 15
Wits: 8

[ Strength + Stamina = 7+15 = 32 ]
[ Speed + Dex = 7+5 = 12 ]