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NPC L’nan of Bronze Verituth

Verituth was behind, arguably last, but this was okay. It was also just begun. He wasn’t worried for he knew that though his speed wasn’t the best he had good endurance. This was a marathon unlike the greenflights. I am here to follow you to the ends of Pern if you need me to. Let these blowhards tire themselves out before you have even begun to shine half as bright as you could and together we can dance in the morning light.

L’nan grimaced at the cheesy language and continued his walk down from his weyr in search of the goldrider.

Rider: L’nan (Open to having a kid? Y)
Dragon: Verituth
Color: Bronze

Strength: 12
Intelligence: 11
Speed: 9
Endurance: 12
Fight: 7

Bronze: 40
Age: 8 +3
Average: +5
Sweet/kind: +3
Total: 51


Round 1: 12+9= 21 (3)
Round 2:
Round 3:
Round 4:
Round 5:
Total: 3

With the blood filling him with fire and life, and the promise of a sun more brilliant than the skies’ own, Ansheth gave a small roar as he leapt after Killakeeth. He cared little for the other competitors, setting his sights only on her.

Take us beyond the reaches of this little world, my Lady. The skies cannot but bow to you, on this bright day.

Not ahead, not behind; Ansheth measured his strength. This was not a race to be won with speed or agility- it was a marathon of gargantuan proportions, and he was no fool to throw himself in entirely so early on.

Brining in an NPC!
Rider: M’wyn (Oh yeah he’s up for a kiddo!)
Dragon:Lornath
Color: Bronze

Base Bronze: 40
Age 11 and Up: +5
Fit/Motivated: +10
Cunning: +2
TOTAL=57

Strength: 11
Intelligence:13
Speed: 10
Endurance: 11
Fight: 12


Sleeping off another night of fun, M’wyn was awakened by the massive roar of a gold Queen. Thanks to Lornath paying attention- and as though it could be missed, He knew her time would be soon- just not quite this soon… Lornath was awake and had awaited the returning to conciousness of his rider before greeting him- it was only polite. “Good Morrow M’wyn. I trust you had a good sleep” He snarked with him slightly, irritability showing through his fierce stoicisim.

“Arghs, Lornath, why are you here still, I know you’ve been eyeing her- that HAD to have been her roar I heard! Go getcha some!”

With a restrained nod to his rider Lornath jumped off the ledge and pumped his powerful wings to rise into the sky. He had decided to go after the rising Queen...not for keeps even though he would have preferred that, but rather out of a fierce need to protect. He knew she was reputed to be rather callous, he thought she could do with a bit of tempering in certain ways- if she’d allow it. The Western Weyr was changing and progressing- and while progress was good, foolhardly headsure progress wasn’t.

These thoughts tumbles through Lornath’s head as he achieved some altitude. With a soft snort to himself he pulled his head into the flight. It wasn’t his first, and if his cunning held he’d stand a good chance to catch quite the Queen today.

“HAPPY HUNTING!” M’wyn called rolling out of bed to see Lornath catch a bit of a heat wave and rode it up higher. And now it was his turn to hunt- M’wyn was on the prowl…. again.

Gratitude flowed down the bond from dragon to rider as they went their separate ways- in the physcial forms at least.

As he flew he caught the tension in the body of the Queen Killaketh as she switched to an air eating climb- Lornath scanned his competition briefly as he matched his climb a polite distance below the queens.” As you Call, so do I come” He rumbled to her."

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Many of his competition seemed to be engaging the queen in conversation- he held back, politely waiting to be addressed for now at least. It did one well to bide time..... and he could wait.

Luckily he had been fed well- though took care not to over eat knowing the flight was coming- lest all this talk of consumption consume him. He stayed towards the outskirts of the pact, not avoiding battle but not charging in head first either, perhaps he was being a bit too passive as M'wyn would likely tell him-

NPC E'nyn of bronze Thuhoth

Thuhoth bellowed once more before launching from the heights. Unfortunately, while there was no doubting his strength, the bronze dragon wasn't quite known for his speed. Having to haul his bulk around always made his take offs a bit slow and the morning air meant there was a strong lack of thermals to help power him after. So the great beast flapped hard, trailing the pack.

Was that purely bad luck or was it choice? Maybe a bit of both? Thankfully, the bronze was in no hurry. Killakeeth was in no position to be caught so early on, and any male who tried would be a fool. She wasn't high enough yet and the clutch would suffer. So, the bronze let his gaze drift over those in his immediate vicinity--Cyndreth, Verituth, Dhumavath, Lornath, Reyneth--each one competition, each one slow to start. He bared his fangs and snarled, knowing full well how easy it would be to sink his claws into one, and throw them from the sky... But not now, not yet. No, it would be too simple, to easy.

So he snarled in irritation instead. He had nothing to say to Killakeeth, not when he was so far behind. He would not waste his energy on words, would not sing her praise or glory yet. She was a gorgeous gold, surely, but he was in no position of power. Not yet. Besides, he needed to test out some of his competitors grit.
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E'nyn could feel Thuhoth irritation, his anger, and his lust. The man tried hard to focus on where his feet fell, tried to seek out where Vosin might be. Not because he was necessarily interested in her, but some of the competition might be to his preferred taste. But the Weyr was not a small place, and the Bowl quite large. He couldn't recall if she had a sandy wallow or a stone weyr; couldn't really tell if he was going forward or going up, up, and up--albeit slowly--as his wings caught the wind, and his eyes sought out his enemies.

A shake of his head and his golden locks, and the man tried to fight the feelings. Flights were powerful, and he wasn't the only one affected by the dragonlust. Be good to them, Thuhoth. They aren't your enemies. He did manage to think, feeling the dragon's claws unsheathe, and his fangs bare. Fly high and strong. Focus on the gold. He encouraged, not wanting to have to tend to a ichor-stained bronze amid what might yet come.

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Please make E'nyn & Thuhoth ineligible to win, no matter how good thy do! I'm just here to have fun. x3

Round 1: Strength + Speed = 15 + 10 = 25 = 1
Round 2:
Round 3:
Round 4:
Round 5:

Total: 1

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Starting Stats:
Bronze: 40
Modifiers:
Age 11 and up: +5
Fit: +10 points
Ruthless: +5

Total Stats 40 + 5 + 10 + 5 = 60pts

Rider: E'nyn -- He is a thin, delicate boned, waif-like man. He has long, blond hair, delicate wrists, long fingers, and looks like a strong wind might blow him over. Still, there is some strength in him -- he is a rider after all -- and quite lovely in appearance. Personality wise, he has no desire to rise up the ladder in rank (much to his dragon's distaste) but he can be a doting, and caring, sensitive man. He is passionate, artistic, creative... and still not quite sure why Thuhoth Impressed to him. Clearly, there is some strength of will, as he must keep his beast of a bronze in line.

Open to having a kid? N/A since he's not going to win.

Dragon: Thuhoth -- Is large, muscular, and scarred. He is not a handsome bronze, with sharp teeth, and long claws, and a taste for getting into fights over any sort of Flight. He's bestial in nature, and not much of a talker. Still, he's strong, and fights Thread with as much eagerness as any of them, and serves Western Weyr with pride.
Color: Bronze

Strength: 15
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 10
Endurance: 11
Fight: 16

Aleyath's thoughts weren't on strong eggs or pretty words. All he cared about in this brief moment was catching that golden form that glimmered so enticingly ahead. His focus was as guaranteed to waver as Thread was to fall, but for now he kept a respectable but careful pace, trusting that a handful of early overachievers would soon tire themselves out.

He had never flown with so many bronzes and browns before, but despite the greedy little voice that urged him to look at them instead, he managed to keep his violet eyes on the prize.

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brown: 35
age five and under: +2
fit/motivated: +10
cunning: +2
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total: 49

rider: O'len
xx(open to having a kid? nope!)
dragon: Aleyath
color: brown

aleyath is gonna catch a shiny!!!1!!111!!!
( oocly he is not eligible to win though please thank you omnomnom <3<3<3 )
o'len is gone

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strength: 11
intelligence: 10
speed: 12
endurance: 11
fight: 5

Killakeeth soared effortlessly up on broad wings. Sure some of the dragons shot ahead of her, but she was the final master at the end of this flight. Is that so? I expect a big promise from you then Tuoth. You will have to try harder than that Cyndreth! Killakeeth taunted.

The gold laughed, are you chasing Teth? Really? That looks like I’m chasing you. Do you think you are the one to fulfill my every wish Nasath? Her gaze swept over Wolveth at his words, yes her clutch would be strong.

Since Pern is round, you will be following me for a long time Verituth. Words are not everything Garganth, for at least you acknowledge your weakness. Ansheth, between would not help us right now. She kept her nose pointed upward, just as the sun rose so did she.

Now that would be interesting Dhumavath, but I don’t intend to share. Killa was not one for sharing, particularly her meals. She noted the obedient Lornath. I like the sound of that Besciuth. Nobly said Mazoroth. Killakeeth could sense the air getting colder now and much thinner. It would become a struggle to stay aloft so high up. Indeed, her own bulk worked against her and soon the gold had to drop down.

Vosin stood near the pens, gazed raised upward to follow the gold, bronze, and brown specks, though her thoughts were far above herself.


Killakeeth’s Stats:
Gold: 50
Age 6-10: +3
Rotund/Lazy: +0 points
Ruthless: +5
Total: 58

Strength: 15
Intelligence: 12
Speed: 8
Endurance: 13
Fight: 10



Scores:

Oh dear. Perhaps he had been misunderstood? Ansheth certainly did not mean to imply Between. Ah… O’dyn said he tended towards the rambly side of purple prose; despite the haze of flightlust, he became aware of his own awkwardness, of the rigidity his words, of his single-mindedness.

Still, he pushed onwards- past the cold of the heavens, past even the great celestial queen who led them in her brazen, fiery glory. He watched her drop back, and began to calculate. The currents could carry him. The flowery bronze straightened out, waiting for the queen’s next bold move. He could use his height advantage to gather his strength. His deep, rumbling cry had a rallying quality to it.

Push through this, my Lady... and then push us harder still! Your place is here, amongst the stars and clouds. His deep tones rang with encouragement, a pensive, thoughtful quality to them. Perhaps Ansheth was a glutton for punishment? Or maybe this courting business was better done to the drums of passion and war? It was still early in her Flight, and he hated to see her so discouraged by the altitude, at any rate.

Besciuth felt a little lighter as Killakeeth spoke to him again, glad she liked the sounds of that. Okay, maybe he could do this, at least he could do his very best to do so. He kept his eyes on the gold, making sure not to tire himself out too soon. He noticed her drop down some, hoping that she was alright. He stayed aloft, reasoning that she would get a second wing and be sailing ahead of them again. She may be a little behind him right now, but she was made of tougher stuff, he knew that.

I will chase you, you are worth every effort we put out,the brown thought to her. He wondered how many of the others would tire out, like it seemed the queen had for a moment. Maybe she was just seeing what her chasers were like from behind, he mused.

Meanwhile Caltor had arrived at the feeding pen, having intel from his dragon that it was where the gold's rider was last seen by him. He saw her looking up at the sky and he ran his hand through his hair. Hopefully, he could catch her attention.