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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2018 3:21 pm
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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.
------------------------------------------------------------ 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!
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2018 3:58 pm
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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
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2018 4:08 pm
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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
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2018 1:56 am
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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
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TheWishling generated a random number between
1 and 32 ...
4!
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2018 2:56 pm
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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.
---------------------------------------------------------------------- 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!
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BastetAmun generated a random number between
1 and 25 ...
6!
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2018 4:11 pm
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houllow generated a random number between
1 and 32 ...
7!
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2018 4:27 pm
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Hattaki generated a random number between
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28!
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2018 8:08 pm
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TheWishling generated a random number between
1 and 21 ...
10!
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2018 10:01 am
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BastetAmun generated a random number between
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15!
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2018 10:34 am
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Hattaki generated a random number between
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19!
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2018 1:14 pm
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houllow generated a random number between
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9!
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2018 4:19 pm
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...... 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. - ----
[ 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 ]
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