[GREENFLIGHT] Now or Never (Open!)

[demon_pachabel]

Sobeth had been on the testy side for a few weeks now. Even Nua had been a little snippier than usual, but those who knew the green for her mellow and easy going hearts would find her own words sharper and more barbed than before. Any who came to the green's wallow would be chased off with a snap of her jaws and vicious words and over the last few days it had been like the green was itching to peel herself out of her own hide. Nua's own natural anxiousness had been compounded by twofold.

There was no use in the green's mind for setting sun or the darkness of night. Even the sunrise was not as appealing as it was to some romantic hearts. Sobeth wanted those who would chase her rested and awake, and only at the beginning of breakfast did she flare her large wings out and with a cry that sounded more like one's death coming for them than a beckoning for the others, she was up. There is only now! If you can not - will not - follow now then do not at all! she decreed.

The sky called for her and it would only take a few minutes before she shot off, her impatience palpable.

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About Sobeth

Sobeth is a small green who is usually very mild and tolerates (and even enjoys) the company of all colors, though she is known to have a sharp tongue. Rising, however, she has a reputation for becoming vicious.

About Nua

Nua is anxious and prone to doting and fussing over people deemed to be part of her circle. She is available as a flight partner should someone choose to pursue her.

Rules

-There will be 4 rounds of rolling, and then Sobeth will choose a winner - this may be via dice or whoever sings to her hearts best
-The first round will begin at about 7 PM MST on Friday 7/12, and each round will last approximately 48 hours (or sooner if everyone has posted).
-If you roll for your entry for the round, but don't fill your post, your points for that round will be halved.
-Please keep track of your own score and be honest! The rolling and scores are mostly flavor.
-Suitors may attack each other if they so wish! I will supply the dice mechanics with my posts (if you participated in Erinyeth's flight, they're the same)
-This Flight is open to Western residents only.
-NPCs are fine!

Sobeth's Stats

Green: 50
Between 6-20: 10
Motivated/Full of Rage: 10 (she chonk tho, guys, don't say anything if you want to live)
Total: 70

Strength: 8
Speed: 25
Dexterity: 10
Stamina: 12
Wits: 15

Determining Your Derg's Stats:

Base points for bronze: 35pts
Base points for brown: 40pts
Base points for blue: 45pts
Base points for green: 50pts

If the derg 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

Bonus Modifiers (based on Sobeth's current preferences)

Blue between 10-15 Turns: +5
Patient: +5
Repeat Pursuer: +2--> Sobeth has risen twice a year over the last 9 turns. While in the last turn she favored a catcher, before that she did not. If you think your boy would have caught her one of those 16 times OR has chased before, take this bonus
Tail-Chaser: -5 --> Chases everything that moves, huh? Sobeth isn't really feeling it so you may have to work a little harder.
Late Joiner: -5 --> If you join after round 1, take this modifier because clearly Sobeth is impatient today!

Using the above points, you get your point total, which is up to you to distribute through your base stats.  

[ShinosBee]

Alright, alright... no need to shout, lovely Sobeth. Your radiant glow would draw any sensible male from miles around already, you know? Ovshth was on his feet and lumbering to the edge of his wallow not too long after the green sprang up, placid blue-purple eyes tracking her through the air. He could feel as much as hear Ilauria's irritation with his election to chase, and he gave her a teasing mental nudge before launching himself after the object of his (momentary) affections. Perhaps if you bother to go looking, we'll both find a bit of a good time today. Or maybe not. Work hard now, my Ilauria~ He crooned to his rider as he circled once, twice, then set off after the green. He knew very well how rare it was for his rider to indulge—they were fairly well matched in that regard, though something about the way the light had hit Sobeth, the way she'd demanded attention... ah, he'd worry about it later. For now, he had a breeze to catch with his slender wings! Albeit, somewhat gently...

Down below, said rider watched him go with frustrated affection. She could never deny the brown a thing, of course, but he had dratted bad timing, and she still wasn't quite over the harrowing fall they'd taken over a month ago in threadfall. He was slated to return to combat any day now, but... well. She'd always worry after him, always. Not to mention that today she'd meant to offer him up for practice for some of the candidates, claw-trimming and oiling and all—the slightly paler skin along his back and haunches was still very sensitive, much like a hatchling's—but there he'd gone, the oaf. Just be careful, alright? And come back if your back starts to strain—

Of course, you worry too much...I'll be just fine, it's only Sobeth after all...

And that of course didn't help her worries at all. The small woman sighed, watching him go, and then shook her head. What was she going to do with that brown?

About Ovshth
Ovshth is a tiny brown. Minimum length and sleek, he's really just a blue that's been rolled in the mud. He's as laid-back as it gets. He's never in a hurry, never worked up, and always in a low-key good mood. It would take a monumental effort to aggravate him, and really he just thinks that most of the time it's not worth it to get angry over the small stuff (and honestly, isn't it all small stuff?) He isn't dumb, isn't careless however—he's just care-free, and smart enough to know that most things you can't fix any faster by getting worked up. Lots of things won't change either way, and it's too much work to get mad. Too uncomfortable too.

Pros: Relaxed, patient, easy-going.
Cons: Lazy, comes off shallow, sarcastic.

About Ilauria
Slender but finely muscled, Ilauria's small stature belies the coiled strength she carries. All of 5' even, she nonetheless is a force to be reckoned with, and not just because she's a cute little thing. She is a hard-working team player if ever there was one. Absolutely devoted to her role in life as a dragonrider and defender of Pern, she seems to take to trial and tribulation like a duck to water, throwing herself entirely into the effort as if thread's return isn't the single more terrifying event to happen in her lifetime (or that of anyone she's ever known). For those in need, she always has a helping hand to lend, but the truth of the matter is that, deep down inside, all of Ilauria's hard work and social-butterfly nature, every piece of advise and eager leap to join in on a task... it's all in the hopes of being praised. The woman craves approval like a newborn firelizard craves meat—it sustains her, and she struggles greatly without it. **Currently torn over looking for company or not...

Pros: Devoted, generous, disciplined, synergistic.
Cons: Private, envious, melancholic, sensitive.

Ovshth's Stats

Brown: 40
Between 6-20: +10
Patient: +5
Repeat pursuer: +2
Rotund/Lazy: +0
Total: 57

Strength: 8
Speed: 11
Dexterity: 10
Stamina: 14
Wits: 14

 

[Tsunake]

Brooding over his ledge was not an uncommon pastime for the blue dragon, and he fully expected this day to be just as mundane as the others. The sudden call made his head snap up immediately, his eyes whirling a bright purple. She calls! He announced to his still sleeping rider, launching himself up, up, up into the air, his wings beating strongly as he pursued the green.

Yeesh, greens rise every day, you know? Came the grumbled thought, and B'nar yawned as he reluctantly rose from bed.

Don't be a fool. Loaeth snapped back, his eyes fixed only upon the the flying maiden. She is a magnificent thing! Words can do no justice. And that she was treated so poorly... Oh, yes, he knew all about how she'd suffered, and it disgusted him. Better for her to find out now and cut away the rotten bit than let it fester.

Sobeth! He bugled, orange tinging his eyes due to his thoughts. I will follow you to the ends of Pern if I must!

Smooth. B'nar thought, wandering sleepily out of his weyr only to grin when his dragon mentally hissed back at him.

NPC Blue Loaeth: A small blue, Loaeth is often a moody and solitary creature. Doesn't hesitate to inflict his waspish tongue on people that try his patience--and his patience is easily tried. Is secretly somewhat of a daydreamer. Has an intense focus, and can be detrimental if it isn't carefully directed.

NPC B'nar: Enormous, cocksure, and swaggering, underneath B'nar's boisterousness lies a keen and eloquent mind. He often plays up the role of a dumb brute while hiding his more educated side.

Loaeth's Stats
Blue: 45 points
Between 6-20 Turns: +10
Blue between 10-15 Turns: +5
Repeat pursuer: +2
Rotund: +0
Total: 62

Strength: 8
Speed: 16
Dexterity: 13
Stamina: 10
Wits: 15  

[medigel]

Rekamuth had been trying to catch some early rays from the fire heights, his version of a morning jaunt where he might rub elbows with other early risers, catch up on the going ons, wink at a cutie or two, and stretch out to bask in the sun while digesting. With the summer sun in full effect, it was a reenergizing ritual, as if the blue derived his power from the sun itself. Pency had yet to fully embrace the same enthusiasm for it, but then again his poor rider always seemed subdued about everything.

Well, not today! For Rekamuth was lazy in everything except the chase, and he perked at the deathly screeching like the siren song it was. The only good death was the little one, after all. < What a good way to start the morning, don’t you think? > the blue said to his life partner cheerfully. < Hmmmm~ You remember Sobeth’s, don’t you? I wonder if you might repeat Killakeeth’s flight for her~ >

Down below, Pency almost choked on his roll. But he knew better than to try and stop Rekamuth, and he coughed and resigned himself to dealing with whatever came after. He wasn’t so sure Nua would be looking anyway, and he still felt half asleep...He also wasn’t sure that what had happened weeks ago deemed a “repeat performance”; his dragon was a lot more confident than he was. On the other hand, Nua had been kind to him, which was usually more than enough, and he wondered if there were others that knew and might try to take advantage. Except that wasn’t his business even if did happen, now was it?

Pency hrrm’d his indecision to himself when he wasn’t coughing.

Reka egged him on with a drake grin regardless and took off from the heights to join in. He was used to seeing less than happy greens rising—Therianth and Erinyeth came to mind vividly—but it didn’t make the blue wary about his entrance. Sometimes you got cut into, and there wasn’t any need to fuss over it because that was the way of things for dragons. He was alive, his ichor was pumping! How could he not chase such beauties, even when it seemed sometimes they’d rather kill than cuddle?

< A crispy piece of meat with wings and an overeager flit? Tut tut! Have you no sense in showing your best selves for the lady? > he teased the competitors before turning to Sobeth. < You’ve been waiting a while, haven’t you, pretty thing? I can’t imagine the agony! Let me take the lashes, physical and otherwise, if you must vent~ >

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Rekamuth is an incorrigible flirt who likes to meddle and pull little pranks to keep things lively at the weyr. (As if Thread weren’t enough.) His laissez faire attitude towards everything makes him seem flippant, but the blue honestly is just too carefree to let worries bother him, and he’s happy to teach others how to relax. Brimming with self-confidence that sometimes borders on vanity, occasionally gets decadent.

Pency is a browbeaten transfer from HR who just wants to keep his head down and do his job right. Lanky and alert, he looks more like a stray pet when slinking about and acts like one too if given gentle care; he’s been known to follow after familiar faces with the same vague aloofness of a cat seeking attention and trying not to look desperate about it. His want to help others is tempered by pragmatism and social awkwardness. Always afraid of dying, visibly nervous during ‘Fall. Rarely speaks a word and seems better at communicating in grunts.

REKAMUTH STATS
Base for blue: 45
Between 6-25 turns (11): 10
Fit/Motivated: 10
Blue between 10-15 turns (11): 5
Repeat pursuer: 2
Tail-chaser: -5
TOTAL: 67

Strength: 10
Speed: 20
Dexterity: 9
Stamina: 13
Wits: 15  

[Meepfur]

The one drawback to having a beachside weyr was that he didn't have a ledge to shove himself off of when he wanted to take off; he had to get a running start, and he hated running.  Nonetheless, it was occasionally worth it  and it took only a matter of moments for him to decide that Sobeth was worth it.  Much as he enjoyed chasing - whether he caught or ended up caught - he was hardly a frequent flier.  Flights required a lot of effort and energy, after all, and even if he had plenty of that to spare, there wouldn't be quite so much to savor if he were taking off after greens week after week.  It had been well over a month since he'd last taken, so it was about time, and the sight of Sobeth's dark hide in the morning light was enticing.

The large blue pulled himself out of his wallow and took off at an ungainly run to heave himself into the air after the fierce green - it wouldn't do to keep her waiting! A fine morning you've chosen, Sobeth.  What better way to get the ichor flowing?

Adi was midway through breakfast (being someone who tended to inhale their food) when she felt that telltale stirring, and she was delighted.  Her dragon might not have been one to chase frequently, but it would have been just fine by her!  Sometimes she even gave him a little extra nudge to get on with it.  She didn't know whether or not Sobeth's would be keeping company, but it was always worth investigating, so she grabbed one last mouthful of her meal before heading off in what she hoped was the correct direction.  And if Sobeth's wasn't interested, well, there was always someone somewhere who would be.

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About Mazamath
A very chill boy who is rarely in a hurry and nearly impossible to rile up, he loves to have fun in his own relaxed sort of way.  He's all about conservation of energy, and saves his up to be used on just the right occasions.  An excellent listener and giver-of-advice, and a stalwart friend.

About Adi
Are cute and cuddly personality traits?  Adi is enthusiastic, friendly, and doesn't know a stranger...or the meaning of personal space.  No one would ever call her clever or brave, but she is sweet and well-meaning.

Mazamath's Stats
Blue: 45
Between 6-20: +10
Average/Normal: +5
Patient: +5
Total: 65

Strength: 17
Speed: 8
Dexterity: 10
Stamina: 14
Wits: 16   

[Hattaki]

Given the early morning and just how far Amra and Seirath's beach-side hut was, the green was quite thrilled that the call she was hearing had waited, almost as if it were meant for her to hear. Greens rose all the time at Western Weyr, at many Weyrs, but Seirath had never shown an interest before, her preferences for being the apple of any dragon's eye, the center of their attention, were quite well known even outside her own clutchsiblings she'd trained beside. So it was quite the shock to her rider when the sleek green unwound herself from where she'd been basking in the glow of the rising sun and looked skyward.

You think you may last to catch her and return? Amra asked, crossing her arms across her chest and leaning her weight onto one leg as she regarded her lifemate. Flightlust was tickling at the back of her mind, a warmth wrapping about her though it wasn't nearly as strong as when Seirath had risen months past. Still, her green wasn't one for feats of strength or stamina and she was curious to see how it might all come to pass.

She has spirit and there's a bite in there. It didn't remind her exactly of beautiful, dark Erinyeth who had caught her on her maiden flight and still to this day made her young hearts flutter, but it was similar and she was intrigued beyond normal words. Though her lady may have had reservations, Seirath herself did not. See to it that you find someone suitable to spend your time with, if you wish.

Amra scoffed at the impish flicker in her dragon's words and watched as Seirath seemed to float into the air like a ribbon after kicking off the ground, graceful as flowing water. She had to save most of her energy and what little stamina she did have for the right moment, but there was no point in not enjoying herself, so the green floated up after Sobeth and a silver song rose from the trill of her answering call to chase.

Oh dear, so many males. They are wonderful things and scratch a particular itch with their sweet personalities and occasional cleverness, but such a beautiful lady deserves many colors of wings chasing. Seirath's voice was velvet as the purple of her eyes, as smooth as it had been since her own rising. Males were fun, but ladies, ladies were the reason she sighed in the evenings. A lady need only ask and she would open her hearts.

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Seirath: A ladies green with a song always on her silver tongue, she won't abide by violence and likely will twist and duck away from anyone taking a swipe at her. While Seirath prefers to rise rather than chase, to be the center of attention, sometimes she just enjoys singing for the ladies.

Amra: A former spy that has a mind which soaks up all information and believe her, she knows who you are. While her emotions don't often show on her face she's hardly made of stone.

Seirath's Stats
Green: 50
Less than 5 turns: +2 points
Motivated: +10
Total: 62

Strength: 9
Speed: 16
Dexterity: 17
Stamina: 6
Wits: 14  

[Smerdle]

Aleyath wasn't usually game for chasing greens with a reputation for snapping and clawing, but he was in a restless mood this morning, so he followed placidly at first, gaining vigor as he gave chase. The sight of Seirath ahead drew a pleased trill from the brown but he kept well away from her, the only dragon he didn't wish to compete against directly.

Your reputation precedes you, stunning Sobeth. I would be happy to bear the stings of your ardor. He climbed higher, giving a little wiggle at his words. They sounded positively poetic, and he was rather proud of himself.

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aleyath | a shallow, selfish young brown with a good heart and an eye for adventure

Base points for brown: 40pts
Less than 5 turns: +2 points
Average/Normal: +5 points
Tail-Chaser: -5 --> Chases everything that moves, huh? Sobeth isn't really feeling it so you may have to work a little harder.
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Total: 42

strength: 8
speed: 8
dexterity: 10
stamina: 9
wits: 7

 

[demon_pachabel]

Sobeth rumbled with irritation, a low gutteral noise in her throat at Ovshth's words. And who is to say I trust there to be a sensible male for miles around? she snapped, though she kept her claws to herself for the time being. He looked tender enough already, and while unhappy had no desire to see someone knocked out of the sky.

Yet.

To Loaeth, Sobeth thrummed over his words like a goddess idly stroking over an offering. Immediately uncertain if she was pleased or not, she tossed them over with similar affair. And what else? Surely I deserve something much less passive than that? her voice was like a sneer, but she still didn't turn her flight-fueled ire out towards him.

Rekamuth, however, had stepped over a line and her words were like a sharp lash to the face, red and orange rolling underneath the purples of her eyes like a volcano threatening to erupt. There is no point in speaking ill of others to make yourself seem more appealing, tail-chaser. I have seen you and if I were to think them unappetizing, you are as well. It is my place to decide what is appealing, is it not? she spit, eager to turn her vitrol upon him for speaking out of his place. But he was a handsome blue, and that was almost appealing enough to be worth forgiving him for.

Or at least enough to calm her ire for a moment.

No other morning would have done, though I have left you all waiting too long with my wing not strong enough, she assured Mazamath, though her words lacked her usual tenderness. I should hope you will all be able to keep up.

And what was this? A fair young green? Sobeth's venom stayed itself in place of curiosity - she'd not been pursued by a green before and even in the distance she could feel the eager shifting of another, larger, green that considered the lovely Seirath almost enough to leave the ledge for...but it was not her to be chased. Perhaps if she needed stronger wings to catch her at the end of it all, Erinyeth would stir. And here you are to put them all to shame, are you? Perhaps you will set a good example for what a lady needs, Sobeth noted, not as sweet as Seirath, but briefly amused none the less.

This amusement passed over young Aleyath for a moment. A reputation worth having should be known, Aleyath. Perhaps you will earn one yourself this day, she suggested with a low rumble.

Her impatience reached a head after what felt like no time at all, however, and with another angry trumpet and a downstroke of her wings, she sent herself upwards - directly upwards. There would be no graceful twist, or slow saunter, just up - not exactly the most gentle climb on the wings - and then off. Now what will you all show me, anything worth watching?

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About Sobeth

Sobeth is a small green who is usually very mild and tolerates (and even enjoys) the company of all colors, though she is known to have a sharp tongue. Rising, however, she has a reputation for becoming vicious.

About Nua

Nua is anxious and prone to doting and fussing over people deemed to be part of her circle. She is available as a flight partner should someone choose to pursue her.

Sobeth's Stats

Green: 50
Between 6-20: 10
Motivated/Full of Rage: 10 (she chonk tho, guys, don't say anything if you want to live)
Total: 70

Strength: 8
Speed: 25
Dexterity: 10
Stamina: 12
Wits: 15

NEW STAT FOR ALL
To get your HP, use your Threadfall HP which is determined by your dragon's *size*.

FLY:
Roll Strength + Speed!

FIGHT:

- Declare your target (they must have posted a filled out post in the previous round!) and Roll 2d12. You can attack *anybody* regardless of score. Anybody
- Subtract the 1st dice from the 2nd dice. This is how much damage you afflict on your target!
-----> You roll a 5,8. 8 - 5 = 3 damage!
-----> You roll a 8, 5. 5 - 8 = -3 (you missed!)
-Your rolled score is a base of 10 + however much damage you inflict BEFORE MODIFIERS.
-----> 3 Damage is 10 + 3 = 13 for your score!
-----> - 3 Damage is 10 - 3 = 7 for your score!
- MODIFIERS, MODIFIERS, MODIFIERS!!
--> Because of the HUGE HEALTH GAP between a smaller dragon and a larger one, there are 2 modifiers!
-----> If you attack a dragon LESS than 7' SMALLER than you, you take -2 from your second dice (so you do 2 less damage)
-----> If you attack a dragon MORE than 7' LARGER than you, you add +2 to your second dice (so you do 2 MORE damage)
-Make sure you quote your target so they know they took damage!
------> If you have questions, ask me please!

((Next Round goes up Sunday the 14th at 7:00 MST))

ShinosBee

Tsunake

Medigel

Meepfur

Hattaki

Smerdle

 

[medigel]

< But you HAVE seen me! > Rekamuth pointed out with unblemished pride. Her scornful words were water on his hide, soon to dry off he was sure as the flight went on. < And I have seen you, my lovely, and wish to see more still~ I meant no harm with my teasing, though I doubt they care what I say. After all, they’re dragging themselves even from the infirmary for a chance to be chosen, and you have a far sharper tongue than I! >

And speaking of, Seirath? Aleyath? Interesting, considering what Reka thought their known proclivities were. That was the fun of flightlust, bringing out all sorts! But he couldn’t think too much of it as Sobeth started straight up.

Ah. His weak spot. Rekamuth could be fast and sustain his speed better than an average blue, but actively working against gravity was just hard. He struggled to match the green’s trajectory, needing to gather momentum first.

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REKAMUTH STATS
HP: 30
Strength: 10
Speed: 20
Dexterity: 9
Stamina: 13
Wits: 15

Round 1: 1 (strength + speed)  

[Meepfur]

Ah, yes. There was a definite disadvantage to not having a traditional weyr and ledge, and though he would never dream of trading away his ocean view for the sake of smoother starts to chasing, it was...well. Getting what, for a blue, was a fairly hefty frame up into the air after a running start on sand, and then for Sobeth to insist on immediately straight up... It was a situation that did not play to Mazamath's strong points, not in the least. He was too comfortable and easygoing a fellow to be embarrassed or frustrated, though, and simply took his place near the back of the pack in stride.

He'd have plenty of time to make it up later! He bugled eagerly and with good humor, hoping to make it clear that, in spite of his initial slowness off the mark, he was very much interested. I am sorry your first sight of me today must be such an awkward stumble. But you are a fair sight, and I will strive to be worthy of a closer look!

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Mazamath's Stats
HP: 30
Strength: 17
Speed: 8
Dexterity: 10
Stamina: 14
Wits: 16 

Round 1: 3  

[ShinosBee]

Her words and score ashed over him like so much sea-foam, the brown, for now at least, not to be deterred. Sometimes sensible's boring, I suppose. Sensible, nonsensical, look, we're all here. And coming to get you~ he teased, still utterly casual and playful about it as he angled upwards in her wake. Not the swiftest, perhaps, but he wasn't doing too bad, for a crispy piece of meat with wings, huh? Looks like you've got your pick of blues today, but why not try for something a little warmer to match that fire in your eye? For now he was content to disregard the other males (as well as the lovely lady chaser, though she held his eye for a moment or two longer than would have done were she blue or brown or bronze) and focus solely on Sobeth. He approved of such direct tactics—flying straight away from the pack, no wild loops and twists to test the flexibility of his new skin. Still, he'd be ready when the time came. Or not, maybe.

Ovshth's Stats
HP: 32
Strength: 8
Speed: 11
Dexterity: 10
Stamina: 14
Wits: 14

SCORE: 12 +  

[Tsunake]

Loaeth snarled with impatience at the upstart blue--a little more than the other competitors. A flit? Petty insults, and if they were meant to prod insecurities about his size, they failed. He spared no words for any of the others yet, his eyes still fixed upon the prize. You do. He agreed. His own ascent couldn't match Sobeth's, but he surged past Rekamuth with obvious contempt.

Words can be cheap, but from me, they are a promise. Now, I will prove to you that I can back up what I say! Even if that meant tearing his competitors from the skies, or facing the divine wrath of her fierce and wicked talons.

NPC Blue Loaeth: A small blue, Loaeth is often a moody and solitary creature. Doesn't hesitate to inflict his waspish tongue on people that try his patience--and his patience is easily tried. Is secretly somewhat of a daydreamer. Has an intense focus, and can be detrimental if it isn't carefully directed.

NPC B'nar: Enormous, cocksure, and swaggering, underneath B'nar's boisterousness lies a keen and eloquent mind. He often plays up the role of a dumb brute while hiding his more educated side.

Loaeth's Stats
Blue: 45 points
Between 6-20 Turns: +10
Blue between 10-15 Turns: +5
Repeat pursuer: +2
Rotund: +0
Total: 62

HP: 24/24
Strength: 8
Speed: 16
Dexterity: 13
Stamina: 10
Wits: 15  

[Hattaki]

One of the things she loved about males was their willingness to chase, but one of the silliest things was their size that made it so much harder for them to pick up the speed that they needed. Oh some were faster than others, of course, but Seirath knew full well that she was much faster than any of these lovely boys. Still, it made her mouth open in a sharp-toothed grin to see Aleyath join up, not expecting her beloved brother to chase after a green. Though some prizes were shiny in another way, this much she'd learned when he'd chased her. She sang a soft song for him, if only for a moment, and then turned her attention back entirely to Sobeth and rushed upward.

She could feel the gaze of another, their emotions over her skin and rolled almost lazily in the sky for a moment, soaking in Erinyeth's attention like the vain creature that she was in the midst of her uprush towards Sobeth. She could have claimed it gave her a bit of a boost, but she was already invested in seeing this through as long as her wings would hold, as long as Sobeth would have her.

Well someone must see to it that they chase their hardest, shouldn't they? Seirath crooned musically as she twirled around just out of reach of Sobeth, agile on her large freckled wings. You are so beautiful, I couldn't let them have you all to themselves on such a fine day.

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Seirath's Stats
Green: 50
Less than 5 turns: +2 points
Motivated: +10
Total: 62

Strength: 9
Speed: 16
Dexterity: 17
Stamina: 6
Wits: 14

Round 1: 19/25  

[Smerdle]

A reputation for himself? He had never really thought much about something like that. In fact, he had inadvertently strove to remain under the radar in most things, doing the bare minimum to be considered a productive member of the weyr. But maybe in this, he could do better. Caring about such things might help him actually catch those who he chased for a change, instead of all the ones in second place.

Not that there had been anything wrong with stragglers... definitely not. Aleyath's enthusiasm briefly touched those chasers closest to him in an obvious invitation before his focus returned to Sobeth.

All of this thinking had slowed him some, and the brown beat his wings powerfully to catch up. Perhaps I will. But I won't dwell on it. This morning is all about you.

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hp: 35

strength: 8
speed: 8
dexterity: 10
stamina: 9
wits: 7

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round one (strength + speed) 9

 

[demon_pachabel]

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Quick note: I didn't count out my days for a 4 round flight and with my projected timeframe, it's gonna land on round 4 smack dab in the middle of me being at the next convention I'm dealing at (whoops). So I'm gonna scrape the last round off and make it 3 instead!

Ah, it seemed the lovely green Seirath had sailed up right past her and Sobeth would have been impressed, if something inside of her didn't bubble with an offended fury for being outdone on a maneuver she herself could have done better on. If you're not careful they'll think you the pursued on this day, she rumbled, her displeasure almost obvious if one was looking for it.

Her attention snapped sharply to Ovshth for a moment - I have tasted brown hide and it betrayed me, she snapped, unimpressed, her upward ascent jerking suddenly to a stop as she spoke. She rolled to face down now, large wings spread to keep her from simply dropping immediately.

Then strive, Sobeth informed Mazamath bluntly. There was something very 'then perish' about the way she said it.

Is it all about me? Sobeth inquired to Aleyath, that volanic threat of orange and red twisting through the purples of her eyes as she seemed to notice his attention venture elsewhere for a moment. So like a brown, she should have figured. Even in her moment she couldn't have undivided attention.

And she didn't like it.

I should see them drag themselves back! Sobeth informed Rekamuth, Perhaps in greater number should I choose!

Loaeth was making hefty promises, however, and Sobeth suddenly tucked her wings in to finally drop - straight down with claws outstretched. It seemed that now was the time and if none of them were going to try and draw first blood, well.....


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Nua reeled as Sobeth finally turned her claws on her pursuers, quickly shoving the secondhand desire to snap at the first person to approach down as she paced restlessly. She wanted this whole thing over with so she'd have a less irritable green for a few months.

It had gone on long enough.

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About Sobeth

Sobeth is a small green who is usually very mild and tolerates (and even enjoys) the company of all colors, though she is known to have a sharp tongue. Rising, however, she has a reputation for becoming vicious.

About Nua

Nua is anxious and prone to doting and fussing over people deemed to be part of her circle. She is available as a flight partner should someone choose to pursue her.

Sobeth's Stats

Green: 50
Between 6-20: 10
Motivated/Full of Rage: 10 (she chonk tho, guys, don't say anything if you want to live)
Total: 70

Strength: 8
Speed: 25
Dexterity: 10
Stamina: 12
Wits: 15

NEW STAT FOR ALL
To get your HP, use your Threadfall HP which is determined by your dragon's *size*.

FLY:
SOBETH HAS ATTACKED ALL THOSE WHO ROLLED LESS THAN HER NEXT ROUND!

If below Sobeth - Rolls Wits to avoid her claws! Anything above a 7 is a clean miss, anything below is a hit for the difference!

If above - Roll Dex to change course since Sobeth clearly did!

FIGHT:

- Declare your target (they must have posted a filled out post in the previous round!) and Roll 2d12. You can attack *anybody* regardless of score. Anybody
- Subtract the 1st dice from the 2nd dice. This is how much damage you afflict on your target!
-----> You roll a 5,8. 8 - 5 = 3 damage!
-----> You roll a 8, 5. 5 - 8 = -3 (you missed!)
-Your rolled score is a base of 10 + however much damage you inflict BEFORE MODIFIERS.
-----> 3 Damage is 10 + 3 = 13 for your score!
-----> - 3 Damage is 10 - 3 = 7 for your score!
- MODIFIERS, MODIFIERS, MODIFIERS!!
--> Because of the HUGE HEALTH GAP between a smaller dragon and a larger one, there are 2 modifiers!
-----> If you attack a dragon LESS than 7' SMALLER than you, you take -2 from your second dice (so you do 2 less damage)
-----> If you attack a dragon MORE than 7' LARGER than you, you add +2 to your second dice (so you do 2 MORE damage)
-Make sure you quote your target so they know they took damage!
------> If you have questions, ask me please!

((Next Round goes up Wednesday the 15th at 7:00 MST))

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