[GOLD FLIGHT] Bad Moon Rising

[DarkHikari]

H'ner and Bronze Thath

Thath climbed after her with delight. How high would she climb? He would chase her as far as she wanted, the higher and farther the better. The wind and rain stung him and he could feel the vibrations of the air as lightning gathered in preparation to strike. It crawled across his scales creating tiny sparks that were quicky doused by the pouring rain. His eyes swirled red as he bellowed at the weather for slowing him down and keeping him from his Vimiath.


Thath's Stats
Strength: 14
Speed: 12
Dexterity: 13
Stamina: 15
Wits: 11

Round 1: 1 / 26 (14+12)
Round 2: 9 / 24 (13+11) [Halved to a 4.5]
Round 3: 5 / 29 (14+15)

Total Score: 10.5

 

[Masterharper]

NPC R'lon and brown Hiatanth
Hiatanth took up after Vimiath. He could soar up -- this was what he was built to do! Unfortunately, between pushing himself at the beginning, and the raging storm surrounding them, the brown's luck was about to dry up. There was a sharp crack of lightning -- and while it did not singe him, it did startle the brown. He jerked to the side, and a downburst of wind sent him tumbling back and away from Vimiath.

He roared defiance, flapping wildly, trying hard to right himself and regain his lost ground. Fighting against the wind, he felt a muscle pull and spasm. The pain surprised both dragon and rider.

R'lon cursed into the rain. His lust was temporarily dampened by the pain, and his concern for his brown. No gold's worth your ability to fly. Get down if you can't continue. I need you in fighting shape. He warned.

Hiatanth, for his part, was torn. He had been doing so well, and thought he had a fighting chance for the queen. On the other hand, he might have overdone it. He had no love to call his own, no dragon to curl up with. The blue that he so often had cuddled with back at High Reaches was no longer here. Who would fuss over his battle wounds?

The brown's pride and arrogance and lust was battling against common sense. He chased Vimiath still, but he was no longer flying as fast, nor as hard, and every flap of his wings hurt.

R'lon, for his part, needed to get somewhere dry. He was soaked to the bone.

~ ~ ~ ~
About Hiatanth:
Positive: Confident, Affectionate, Charming
Negative: Arrogant, Vengeful, Proud

About R'lon, 38 Turns Old:
Positive: Patient, Hardworking, Passionate
Negative: Flirtatious, Self-Indulgent, Lascivious

Strength: 15
Speed: 13
Dexterity: 14
Stamina: 15
Wits: 8

Round 1: Strength (15) + Speed (13) = 28 / 25
Round 2: Dexterity (14) + Wits ( 8 ) = 22 / 18
Round 3: Strength (15) + Stamina (15) = 30 / 4

Total: 47
 

[Meepfur]

Up was good, up was better! There were no obstacles up! There were, however, clouds and rain and lightning, but Ivanhoth wasn't particularly concerned yet. Surely they would all be fine, right? Right! He powered himself onward with a bugle, giving over to lust for the gold; the others were handsome and valiant, yes, but she was beautiful beyond compare, the temptation they all strove through driving rain to catch and hold.

Don't you dare get struck by lightning, Ive, Fi'o warned, far less sure than her dragon that no harm could come to anyone from chasing a Queen in a storm. Leave it to a sharding gold to endanger everyone by flying in a storm! She shook her head and shoved her dripping hair back from her eyes as she slogged her way into the Weyr proper. Now where to?

Ivanhoth's Stats

Strength: 15
Speed: 15
Dexterity: 15
Stamina: 10
Wits: 5
Strength+Stamina=25

First Roll: 3
Second Roll: 9
Third Roll: 14
Current Total: 26  

[BastetAmun]

Running along the wall probably hindered him more then anything else. He was busy pushing himself off of the wall, trying to regain speed with his wings and they were already aching. It had been a while since he had chased after a gold and he did not have the stamina most of the others did. Though he wasn't going to give up, there was a chance he could catch up with her again.

With his stamina waning, Atalith took a moment to slow himself down. Perhaps he had pushed himself too hard during the beginning and he wasn't ready for her sudden climb into the clouds. Sure, he had suggested that but he hadn't thought she would have begun right now. Beating his wings hard against the air, forcing himself to gain height with his bulk, Atalith struggled at first.

Entering the clouds at first made Atalith falter, rain pelting his face as they climbed, thunder roaring around them and lightening streaking down to the ground to connect. The thrill of what they were doing got to him and he continued to fight through the storm, working his way closer to her, desire shinning in his eyes.

R'tansky watched as Atalith disappeared into the storm and the desire and thrill coming off of his dragon flooded him again. He paused, glancing at the weyr that was near them, wondering if he should try and go to find the gold's rider or just find someone else to shack up with this night. There was a pang in his heart that was growing smaller and smaller as the lust grew more and more. Either way, he needed to chose soon, he was getting soaked to the bone just standing out here, even slightly in the shelter of a tree. Which...now that he thought about it, might not be a good idea with lightening striking all around.

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Atalith's Stats
Strength: 12
Speed: 17
Dexterity: 11
Stamina: 12
Wits: 13

Strg + Stam
12 + 12 = 24

First Round: 12
Second Round: 9
Third Round: 6

Total: 27  

[~Kiana_Nala~]

Rerolling due to error with math >>

 

[Thaliawen]

The storm was getting worse, but turning back wasn't an option. He surged forward, trying to get closer to Vimiath. None of these others are good enough for a beauty like you.  

[~Kiana_Nala~]

Ah'i and Brown Honath

Honath pushed himself harder knowing that he was now injured and couldn't waste a single moment or opportunity. As Vimiath rose higher into the dark clouds, so did the brown dragon. He was still further behind then he wanted to be, but it looked like he had risen faster, higher, then some of the other dragons who had previously been ahead of him. The confidence boost he received as a result of his swift ascension encouraged him to push even harder through the air to help close the distance. He pushed swiftly through the air and rose between the dark clouds. Honath would fly with her until the end and would be the victor. No other option would do.

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About Honath
Pros: Resourceful, Dutiful, Trustworthy
Cons: Possessive, Grim, Questioning

About Ah’i
Pros: Protective, Witty, Mediator (peace-maker)
Cons: Risk-taker, Libidinous (self-indulgent), Shortsighted

Honath’s Stats:
Brown Dragon: +40
Less than 5 turns: +3
Fit/motivated: +10
Western Weyr resident: +5
Rider age under 30 (23): -2
Total: 56pts

Strength: 10
Speed: 17
Dexterity: 10
Stamina: 11
Wits:11

Round 1: 10 + 17 = 27 | Total: 8
Round 2: 10 + 11 = 21 | Total: 5
Round 2: 10 + 11 = 21 | Total: 15  

[Andranis]

The sky above them all bellowed, as if warning the dragons away. The heavens themselves seemed determined to keep them from their goal, the danger ever-present. Kraketh bellowed his own challenge - At the sky, at the other dragons, at Jacomus trying to keep him on target, at the very shell he'd come from. The bronze dragon's wings pumped, pushing him after Vimiath, ignoring the clouds about them. Instinct drove him through the fine mist they were made of, ever chasing the flashes of gold in the gloom.

Stopping in a hall, Jacomus rubbed at his face. He had no idea where he was, or where he was even going. He knew nobody here, nobody knew him, and he didn't even know where the weyrs all were from this side. Weyrs... Instinct from the last flight Kraketh had tried in led him onward, trying his best to find an abandoned or otherwise empty weyr to take refuge in. Anything would do, really, even if the sleeping furs were old and musty, he just needed to... Needed to...

Needed to what? Find somewhere he could hide until the storm passed, he supposed. Then he could justify going out on Kraketh and vanishing back to his cave near Tillek. His dark... Lonely... Rather cold cave. Full of his treasures, yes, but still rather lonely.

For the first time in a long time, Jacomus stopped to acknowledge that maybe he DID need a Weyr, or at the least a hold he could call home, people to be around. Something besides just Kraketh, Fish, and Marsh.

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Kraketh's Stats:
Strength: 12
Speed: 5
Dexterity: 8
Stamina: 23
Wits: 15
Total points:
Round 1: 1
Round 2: 22
Round 3: 22  

[TheWishling]

Watching her climb was a stunning sight, and Sigurath could not help but bugle his approval upwards. Strong wings carried him up, for while he might've fallen behind a moment ago, this? This was where he was best. His wings were strong enough to withstand the rumble of thunder, and the flashes of light, carrying him in to the clouds after the Gold. His voice carried, a loud roar as he moved after her tail, all his attentions held tightly on her, on her hide. Beautiful, fearsome Vimiath, a sight to behold, and he WANTED her. Lovely Vimiath, the rage of the storm can not compare to you! I will follow to the ends of the sky to be beside you!

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H'ral and Bronze Sigurath

Sigurath's Stats:

Strength: 20
Speed: 16
Dexterity: 6
Stamina: 15
Wits: 12

Round 1: 13
Round 2: 7 (Halved)
Round 3:
20+15=35
Total: 27

 

[Nilah44]

As if things could get worse, Vimiath was going UP...INTO THE STORM. Though, he should have expected it the moment that the flight started that he would have to journey into the storm. Since he started the flight accepting that he'd have to brave the weather, brave the weather he would. His wings pumped, he could feel Nedrima willing him up into the clouds so up into the clouds he would go. He felt his muscles begin to strain but he ignored it. He came out in this storm he was going to do all he could.

Strength + Stamina
8 + 14 = 22 roll || Actual roll = 11

Round 1: 12
Round 2: 8
Round 3: 11

Total = 31

Strength: 8
Speed: 12
Dexterity: 14
Stamina: 14
Wits: 10

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Base points for brown: 40pts
- Between 6-20 turns: +10 points
- Average/Normal: +5 points
- A Western Weyr resident: +5pts
- Rider under age 30: -2pts
Total: 58 points

About Keahith
Positive Traits:
Goal-oriented, Polite,
Negative Traits:
Picky, Moody,

About Nedrima
Positive traits:
Caring, Loyal, Curious
Negative Traits:
Distracted, Hesitant

 

[Teiha]

She screamed her outrage in a bestial howl as she sensed one of her pursuers breaking away, abandoning Vimiath in the midst of her glory. He was a coward! A weakling! A traitor! The gold was incensed now in the chaos of flightlust, but would later be glad that she had not spoken those hurtful thoughts aloud. Truly, Eorawth was wise, and loyal to his mate.

Static buzzed across her hide as energy gathered around her in the clouds. The sensation was both invigorating and irritating, causing Vimiath to bunch up and thrust herself higher into the air with a burst of frenzied speed. As she tore herself away from that place, the energy came together where she’d been with a sudden jolt. The hot, white knife appeared to shoot from her tail, piercing the sky behind her into the midst of the pursuing bronzes and browns.

And she continued upward, no longer caring who still persevered. In the end, only the greatest one of them would fall with her.

Round Four: Roll SPEED plus DEXTERITY!
FRAAAAAAACK BOYS RETREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAT
Again, a low roll does NOT require any injury to your dragon and does not mean he'll lose for sure! Even the lowest scoring male still has a chance to win if chosen as the Dark Horse.

Vimiath's Stats:
Strength: 15
Speed: 9
Dexterity: 11
Stamina: 25
Wits: 10

Vimiath: 24+10+14= 48

Vimiath’s Hoard of Handsome Suitors
(Scores as of Round 3)
Bronze Tamlienth: 5+6+8= 19
Brown Phylideth: 6+7+5= 18
Bronze Atalith: 12+9+6= 27
Bronze Eorawth: 1+3+6= 10 (Withdrawn)
Brown Honath: 8+5+16= 29
Bronze Jageth: 5+18+9= 32
Bronze Nasath: 2+8+2= 12
Bronze Kraketh: 1+22+22= 45
Brown Ivanhoth: 3+9+14= 26
Brown Licerth: 20+12+16= 48
Bronze Sigurath: 13+3.5+27= 43.5
Brown Keahith 12+8+11= 31
Bronze Thath: 1+4.5+5= 10.5
Bronze Aratasth: 5+13+2= 20
Bronze Blundarth: 14+9+31= 54
Brown Hiatanth: 25+18+4= 47



Round five will be rolled Wedneday, 10/11/17, after 5PM EST!
Please note, if all participants have rolled and added their RP by 10/10/17, I may do the round a day early to keep things moving.

 

[Meepfur]

Ivanhoth flinched inwardly at the sound of the raging Queen's howl and couldn't help but wonder at the cause of it - was it merely the flightlust, or had someone said or done something to earn such a terrible noise? In the dark, in the midst of the storm, he could only guess. Regardless of the reason, her anger shot her forward, and the brown shot after...and only just narrowly avoided being struck by lightning! He honked in alarm, but couldn't afford to waste any time marveling at the luck that spared him, just sped onward to leave the near miss behind him.

Whew, that was really close! he exclaimed, feeling as though his hide was shivering from the static. But I am still here, beautiful Vimiath! I am not afraid!

Below, Fi'o gritted her teeth at the perilously close call, but didn't so much as suggest to her dragon that he should come back, even if it did seem a foolish risk. The hope was there, his sincere belief that he could win, likely or not, and while she would never admit it, it was catching. In the meantime, she focused her attention on finding where to go.

Ivanhoth's Stats

Strength: 15
Speed: 15
Dexterity: 15
Stamina: 10
Wits: 5
Speed+Dexterity=30

First Roll: 3
Second Roll: 9
Third Roll: 14
Fourth Roll: 26
Current Total: 52  

[Masterharper]

NPC R'lon and brown Hiatanth
Hiatanth's wing hurt, but onward and upward he surged. He would not let this moment go! He would not let himself be defeated! He was going to catch Vimiath, and show her his strength. He was a strong brown, with just as much resolve as any of them. He came from strong blood, and was one of High Reaches finest. Let them all know of Western's cunning and brilliance!

He dodged the lightning that appeared, and though the pain in his wing was getting worse, he wasn't going to turn back. No, he was too close to winning! He was certain all he had to do was hurry and get closer so he might grab Vimiath, pull her into his hold, and claim her as his own.

He needed this. R'lon needed this. They were lonely, and the Weyr was not their home... He wasn't going to give up on this golden opportunity, storm, and pain, be damned.

The brown ignored his aching wing. Higher, he had to go higher! He had to prove himself to all those of Western Weyr. Roaring in defiance, the brown dragon could almost taste the sweetness of victory. He would catch the golden beauty!

R'lon was so enraptured with his dragon, he hardly knew where he was going. He was still outside, but he kept getting swept up in Hiatanth's flightlust. One moment he was on the ground, the next he was weaving out of the way of lightning, or hissing in defiance at the bronzes and browns that dare get close. One step was muddy ground, the next nothing but clouds.

He was as cold in the rain as he was hot with passion... And the late hour wasn't helping anything.

There were some others out there, he could see; and the sight of glow light caught his attention. Yes, there were the lower caverns, just ahead... but ther was lightning, and she was right there! If he just got closer, he could reach out his claws... but he didn't have claws.

~ ~ ~ ~
About Hiatanth:
Positive: Confident, Affectionate, Charming
Negative: Arrogant, Vengeful, Proud

About R'lon, 38 Turns Old:
Positive: Patient, Hardworking, Passionate
Negative: Flirtatious, Self-Indulgent, Lascivious

Strength: 15
Speed: 13
Dexterity: 14
Stamina: 15
Wits: 8

Round 1: Strength (15) + Speed (13) = 28 / 25
Round 2: Dexterity (14) + Wits ( 8 ) = 22 / 18
Round 3: Strength (15) + Stamina (15) = 30 / 4
Round 4: Speed (13) + Dexterity (14) = 27 / 22

Total: 69
 

[BastetAmun]

Vimiath suddenly screaming with rage caused Atalith to turn his attention to glance around at the suitors. He wondered for a moment if something had happened, if someone had said something, or maybe one had dropped out. He did not have much time to actually think about this as she continued to surge higher, her outrage pushing her onwards.

His speed came in lucky as the addrenaline suddenly kicked in. The thrill of everything that was going on surged through him, pushing him quicker then the others and past the lightning just when it struck. He let out a triumphant bellow towards Vimiath. Vimiath! The storm does not hide your beauty! Continue to push through to the highest of highest! I will not falter or stall! Let us fall back down through the storm and create the strongest clutch!

R'tansky rubbed his head, Atalith was now talking about the clutch that would be born from this. It was strange to listen to his dragon speak in such away. It had been so long since he had heard this before. He still struggled within himself with finding someone to get warm with this night.

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Atalith's Stats
Strength: 12
Speed: 17
Dexterity: 11
Stamina: 12
Wits: 13

Spd + Dex
17 + 11 = 28

First Round: 12
Second Round: 9
Third Round: 6
Fourth Round: 25

Total: 52  

[demon_pachabel]

T'mor seemed to snap out of Phylideth for a moment as he was grabbed, attention turning to A'iel with a sort of dazed awareness. "A'iel. Yes, thank you I..." he rubbed his fingers against the side of his temple and frowned. "Flights bring some of the worst out in mine and it can be a little....distracting..." It was also hard to be in more than one place at once, but any rider knew that.

High above, Phylideth's eyes remained transfixed on the glowing form of Vimiath, even as static gathered and the very air seemed to drop around them. This was one thing Phylideth didn't need T'mor to guide him on - his instincts knew that he needed to follow the gold and that any obstacle in his way would have to fight him. Except he couldn't fight lightning. However, as the electricity surged, the brown sailed around it, bellowing his outrage louder than any thunder. IT DARES! IT DARES TRY TO INSULT YOUR BEAUTY AND YOUR ANGER! IT WILL NOT DISSUADE ME! IT WILL NOT KEEP ME AWAY!

T'mor immediately grabbed his head as his brown began to bellow. Such an echo chamber of anger and lust. Ohhhhboy.

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Phylideth's Stats
Brown Dragon: +40
5 Turns: +2
Motivated: +10
Native to Western: +5
27 years old: -2
(55)

Strength: 13
Speed: 11
Dexterity: 14
Stamina: 12
Wits: 5 (he is not a wordsmith)]

Round 1: Speed + Strength - 13+11 = 24 (Rolled: 6)
Round 2:Dexterity + Wits - 14 + 5 = 19 (Rolled:7)
Round 3: Strength + Stamina - 13 + 12 = 25 (Rolled:5 )
Round 4: Speed + Dexterity - 11 + 14 = 25 (Rolled: 18 )
Total: 36