(This flight does not have a pre-decided winner. The winner of this flight will become the Weyrleader of Ista Weyr)
Calith had been moodier than usual. Ticene knew it was because of her approaching need to rise, but the gold wasn’t usually this hostile even then. She had taken to snapping at everyone and distancing herself from other dragons. For some reason this time around the gold was in no mood to be flirted with and have males try to court her, even her mate Gereth was shunned. It had Ticene worried that she had even chased R’yn’s bronze off. That could have worrying consequences.
The dragon herself lay on her ledge, eyes narrowed as she watched people, dragons and firelizards move about below her. She could feel her rider going about her daily duties as she was prone to do. Calith was on edge and preferred her rider being elsewhere at this exact moment. The dragon growled low in her chest as she rose to her feet. It was time. Her time had come and she would call them to her. Taking a deep breath the dragon roared loud and long, the sound echoing in the Weyrbowl. She wouldn’t call them with sweet words and pretty offers. This was no playful dance through the sky. Calith had to think of her young, they would be strong, they would be fierce and for that she needed a strong and brave mate. She sent out her challenge, a mental wave of desire and demand.
Launching from her ledge the gold made a beeline for the feeding pens. It was just as important that she be strong for this as her mate be. She would not be able to bear strong young if she was not prepared. Calith came down heavy on a young herdbeast, clamping her jaws around the throat to end it. Her eyes whirled red and purple as she growled, teeth tightening as within her own mind she and her rider duelled for dominance. They had been through this enough times that reaching Calith, telling her that meat would slow her and hinder her efforts, was not difficult. It was only her stubbornness making her want to rebel for the sake of rebelling, but for her future eggs she had to relent. The herdbeast was drained of blood and Calith soon sprang onto a second, and a third. Once she had finished the third beast she was ready. Not even sparing a glance to the males that had gathered around she sprang into the air. She drove herself higher and higher, she would weed out the weak at the start. If they could not climb high with her then they were of no use.
Begin Round 1
Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 1:01 pm
Rules • Do not harass/bully or in any other way discourage other players • Any colour dragon that is old enough to mate may try • Only posts that have some form of rp will be counted at the end of each round • You may enter with as many different characters as you wish • Have fun
Game mechanics This game will consist of a total of six rounds each lasting 24 hours starting from Calith’s next post. Entrants are allowed to enter at any round, so even if you missed the first round you can still play. The winner will be the dragon that has the highest ‘distance score’ at the end of the game. To enter a round simply roll a twenty sided dice and the number you get is how much your dragon gained that round. You're post must contain some RP by the end of the round to be counted.
Bonuses: Your dragon may be entitled to certain bonuses that can give them an advantage. These bonuses will be added together at the start of the game, basically giving a head start. Dragon is bronze: +5 Dragon is brown: +3 Dragon blooded: +1 Dragon is native to Ista: +1 Dragon is brave/tough/strong: +1 Dragon could be considered handsome: +1 Dragon is over 5: +1 Dragon is over 10: +3
Calith bonus: Each round Calith will roll one 20 sided dice as well. If your roll matches that roll then you get +5 to your dragon’s distance that round based on him catching Calith’s attention.
Attacking: Sometimes dragons aren’t willing to let luck decide who wins and the competition needs to be dealt with. If your dragon would like to attack another player’s then simply roll a second 20-sided dice and bold the name of the dragon you are attacking in your post. The attacked dragon’s player will then also roll a second dice and if their roll is higher the attack fails. If the roll is lower than the attack is successful and the attacked dragon loses 5 from their distance. How much damage the attack does is decided by the attacked dragon’s player.
Prizes Prizes will be award to the dragons that win 1st through to 3rd place with a raffle for the other entrants. These prizes all come with art on Silver Rains lines that you need only request what you would like and we’ll colour up for you. These prizes can be given to any character or even gifted to another player if you wish. 1st – A custom dragon of any colour up to bronze or a custom wher or firelizard of any colour 2nd – A custom dragon, wher or firelizard of any colour up to brown 3rd – A custom firelizard of any colour up to brown Raffle prize – A custom firelizard of any colour (Each post by a player will be equal to 1 raffle ticket. Posts containing more than one character will be counted by the number of characters taking part. This does not include NPCs)
(±5, ±1, ±1, ±1, ±1, ±1 =10) Gereth may not have recognized the signs immediately; but R'yn certainly had. He made his way to where he knew Ticene to be: duties, even with her gold so close to rising! "She's in a nasty mood," he muttered, glancing up. "Come on, love." He took Ticene's hand, leading her to their Weyr. He was confident; Gereth would win!
Gereth was equally as confident: flying down to observe his mate. He thrummed in response to her challenge, blooding his own herdbeast. He watched her closely. Yes, she would be his. He shot up after her, crooning sweet words. You are stunning, Calith, as always. Shall we do this again?
Dragon is bronze: +5 Dragon blooded: +1 Dragon is brave/tough/strong: +1 Dragon is over 5: +1 Dragon is over 10: +3
Ro'di hadn't been a Wingleader for most of his life for nothing. He too had noticed the Sr. Gold's attitude towards the rest of her weyr and while he wasn't familiar with her Flight habits personally it was obvious from the gossip flying that this was uncommon. He, like many other riders in the weyr, had been walking on eggshells and keeping a close eye on the Weyrwoman and her dragon. It was only a matter of time. Ro'di himself had no aspirations to Weyrleadership, but he had no objections to the title either should fate have it's say.
Orthoth as well had been stepping lightly around the gold, giving her space and generally leaving her alone for the most part. He was much older than she, but also far more experienced. That a gold as young as she was the Sr Gold was somewhat troubling to the old bronze, but the reasons why he'd felt so had faded with his memories of Benden. All that aside, what mattered now was that she was a gold. She was rising, and Orthoth was a bronze.
He surged to his feet with a sped that gave lie to the rounder stomach and greying muzzle of the older dragon. He drifted off of his ledge and down to the herds feilds, watching Calith lustfully as he joined her in blooding. He only took one to her three and was well prepared to leap after her once she took to the skies.
Ro'di didn't bother finding his way back to his own weyr just yet. He wouldn't impose upon the Weyrwoman should she be with her weyrmate, but if this flight meant a change in leadership he wanted to be where the action, and the competition was. ............................... Distance: 16
Dragon is brown: +3 Dragon blooded: +1 Dragon is native to Ista: +1 Dragon is brave/tough/strong: +1 Dragon could be considered handsome: +1
Jasiline couldn't decide whether she should panic, or give in to the thrill of excitement that this was a possibility! Calith had apparently rejected Gereth (or was intent on teaching him a lesson about who was boss in a certain relationship!) and the flight was inadvertently open to all competitors. Jasi saw through dragons eyes as her mouth was flooded with a metallic tang. Vorcath's maw was bloody as he took down a beast, emulating the older dragons before launching his smaller body into the air after the Sr. Gold.
Logic grew difficult though as the mental effects of the flight took their hold on the young rider half-blindly leaving her weyr. Her thoughts turned to the immediate matter at hand more than the potential outcome of her flight-fueled decisions. Ticene wasn't an unattractive woman in the least and while Jasiline distinctly preferred men in her day to day fantasies, she was never one to rule out a good time.
...and maybe, just maybe Jasiline could turn this whole Weyr on it's ear.
............................... Distance: 20
Dea and #Teddy# rolled 1 20-sided dice:
13Total: 13 (1-20)
Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 2:35 am
Blue Gyafrith Bonus: 4
Dragon Blooded: +1 Dragon is native to Ista: +1 Dragon is brave/tough/strong: +1 Dragon could be considered handsome: +1
Gyafrith had taken note of Calith's mood when he happened to notice her lately. He knew it must be getting about time for her flight, but he had figured her mate would be the one to win. When he heard the queen's cry, though, he felt a sudden urge to prove he was strong and that he was going to win. He heard his rider's cry of surprise in his mind, knowing the Weyrlingmaster's Assistant was in a bit of a panic. He assured her that it would be alright, he may not even win at all, but he had to try. If he happened to win, then he reminded his 'star' that she could be a wonderful Weyr Leader. Ashlyn gave him the go ahead, but to remember to play fair. The blue dragon promised he would, before he took to the air and headed in the direction the Sr. gold was and dove down to get some blood from a herdbeast. He figured he could use all the energy he could for this flight. He then dove after the gold, he was determined to catch her. He may not win, but he had to at least try, even if he was the only blue out here right now.
(Throwing come NPC dragons into the flock just to bulk it out a tad. Feel free to attack/ knock out/ fall behind/ overtake etc them. They'll all be out by round 3.)
As she drove higher and higher into the sky Calith's rage gradually lessened. Lessened, but did not leave. There was still red swirling in her eyes when the gold dragon levelled out above the cloud line. The Weyr had disappeared from sight, she wouldn't have them getting distracted by anything going on down there. Still full of energy Calith was ready for this, but felt she should give a glance to those that had taken up the challenge. She turned her head ever so slightly to glance back at the rabble that followed. An acceptable pack at least. It didn't really matter how many there were, but it was still pleasing to see the pack of bronzes and browns following her. A blue? Well, wasn't he a daring little thing?
There were three dragons that managed to catch Calith's eye while she looked back. First was Gereth, she had ignored his earlier comment. Of course he simply assumed he was worth her. Just because he was before did not mean that he was now and she had no time for his arrogance. Then there was Orthoth. He was old, that much was true, but age could mean experience. He was greying, but if he could keep up with the others then she would not question it.
Then there was that little blue that had chosen to join in. It was brave of him, that was certain. He was the smallest dragon here, that was for sure and Calith did doubt whether he would be suitable for fathering young, but if he proved stronger and a better flier than the other then perhaps her doubts were wrong. It all depended on how the blue flew today. He may not last long enough for it to be even an issue, but they would have to see.
Hm, so she was playing hard to get? Gereth hadn't expected to be ignored, and shot forward to attempt to convince her--once again--that he was the greatest of those here. He had won Calith before: he knew this. While he didn't particularly remember the circumstances; nor did he particularly care, being lust driven, he knew Calith had been his. And why shouldn't she be his? Weren't theirs always together?
He called to her again, admiring her beauty, her speed.That was when he noticed Gyafrith. The bronze snorted in disbelief. A blue? A blue thought he could win? That was interesting. He'd have to see how Calith responded.
This early in the game, Orthoth paid little heed to his competition other than to make sure he didn't cross wings with any accidentally. He hung a little further back in the pack, not only to conserve his energy but to watch Calith and give himself that extra half second of reflex time that might mean his victory in the end.
Posturing and whatnot could come later as well. He'd see what the lady preferred in a mate and adjust his attitude accordingly. ............................... Distance: 16 + 4 + 5(Calith bonus) = 25
Voracath snarled immediately as Gyafrith joined the flight. How dare he?! A flash of shared memory flickered through his mind even as red overtook the lustful purple of his eyes. The blue would challenge him again for the right to a gold? He should learn his place! Voracath flared his wings just enough to close the gap between himself and the blue to trailed too close before striking with his tail at Gyafrith's face. He hissed another warning before pumping his wings to regain his lost ground. ............................... Distance: 20 + 20 =40
(First dice distance, second dice attack on Gyafrith)
Dea and #Teddy# rolled 2 20-sided dice:
6, 13Total: 19 (2-40)
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Blue Gyafrith
Gyafrith had followed as closely as he could to the queen, leveling out a bit after he did. He knew he was not as big or strong as some of these others going after her, but that didn't stop him from trying. How many times had he told his rider that you didn't get anywhere if you don't try? Actually he couldn't remember, but his rider assured him it was plenty. He was suddenly surprised when he felt a tail to his face and he noticed a familiar brown brother of his, Voracath. He growled in response, his eyes going red and hearing his rider ask if he was alright.
(First is distance and second is in response to the attack from Voracath)
Blue Rievegeth Dragon is native to Ista: +1 Dragon is brave/tough/strong: +1
The pair knew it was coming. The gold had been acting particularly vicious to any male. Something Rievegeth approved in his cold detached manor. M'bad and his blue bantered back and forth about entering. They both knew Rievegeth was The. Best. Dragon. Hands, wings, paws down. So why not? In fact the pair was still discussing it even as they watched the gold blood her kills and take off. A pack of males trailing her eagerly.
There they go, the man remarked calmly. Was it him or had her eyes seemed more red than purple?
Indeed, like a pack of puppies. His tone was contemptuous. Rievegeth waited long enough for everyone to be sure that he wouldn't be led quite so easily. The blue shook the flits from their perches and launched himself from the weyr. He didn't bother call or draw attention to himself. Instead he focused on powering his wings after the swiftly retreating flight. Leaving late meant more to make up.
Gereth’s calls earned a mental roll of the eyes as Calith twisted into a gradual dive, she had a good lead for the moment. He could call out to her as much as he wanted, it would do him no favours. Calith had no interest in a sweet talking male this time. No compliments or admiration would sway her. She was here for strength, power, and speed. What the dragon was actually like didn’t matter to her in the slightest, he was a means to an end. It was only Ticene’s own views on loyalty that swayed Calith toward taking a long term mate. As long as Gereth had stayed the strongest, the arrangement worked. If he did not then that arrangement would end. She was a gold and a gold did not choose for affection.
Glancing back Calith caught sight of the older bronze hanging back? Well that wouldn’t do him any favours either. If he wasn’t going to try from the start then did he really deserve to win at all? Shifting her wings Calith turned in a wide arch, allowing her a better view of the pack. True it brought her closer to the cluster, but she still had plenty of energy to dodge should any of them try catch her prematurely. It was obvious that she was observing the older bronze, not that she cared. This was her flight, she could look at whichever of them she chose.
A snarl caught her attention just as she moved into another steep climb and the dragon’s gaze shot to Voracath as the brown struck the smaller blue with his tail. There was a primal part of her the revelled in the idea of males physically confronting each other over her, but at the same time she couldn’t really condone them hurting each other. …Too badly at least. The gold twisted sharply in the air and plummeted down past the males before snapping her wings open and shooting off back the way they had come, passing over another blue as he joined the fray. Would his late arrival aid him she wondered.
Round 3 Begin
Quick Turn! +2 for blues +1 for browns +1 for dragons describable as quick/agile/manuverable etc
Orthoth put on an extra little burst as he caught Calith's attention, he bent his wings and began to turn at the same time as she did, angling more for where he expected her to be than following in her wake. He hoped the move would cut some distance between he and her.
While he had her eyes though he certainly wasn't above a little posturing, while he may be old and greying there was still strength in those muscles, the roundness of his gut not hiding the thick musculature of his chest that propelled him forward with every stroke of his wings. His hide was well cared for, shining and soft and his color spoke of good health. He wouldn't be a bad choice for a gold seeking a steady and strong male to sire her clutch.
What was with these blues?! The desire to attack the latecomer was strong but now that he had the lead, Voracath was unwilling to jeopardize it at this point. Should either of them get close though, they would find more than a dull tailfork coming their way.
He followed Cailith's arc and twisted his body with her to follow her in her dive. His smaller body allowed him to make the sudden adjustment that might have proved difficult for a larger brown or one of the bronzes following her. ............................... Distance: 40+1+1+12= 54
