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[quote name="Day #4"]At the carnival they have a Winter Olympics theme practice are. With the Winter Olympics coming up, pick a dragon from your Lair who has always dreamed of going. Describe What winter sport they chose, and what items from Brewing would help them with their training. Along with your writing post a graphic or two of what brewing items you chose, and why.[/quote] [b]Your Name:[/b] Gravebloom [b]Element:[/b] Nature [b]Entry:[/b] [center] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=37121520] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/371216/37121520_350.png[/img] [/url] Ever since he was small Elruden has dreamed of going to the Winter Games. Of course, that was always seen as a fairly ambitious dream seeing as he lives in the Viridian Labyrinth, but that never stopped him from dreaming and practicing. He practiced every winter sport that he knew of, making crude skis out of old planks of wood that he found laying around and sliding down dirty hills, annoying his clan mates by brushing rocks around with an old broom, he even found his father's old rollerblades and would roll around practicing skating. As he grew older he started to get disheartened, until one day, the clan's old mage approached him. "You know, I could teach you how to create snow. It wouldn't last more than an hour in this climate, but it's a start until you are able to travel to the real thing." Elruden's face perked up, how had he never thought of that before?! He hastily followed the old man back to his hut, watching intently and taking notes while he spoke. Soon enough he knew all the ingredients he needed to make snow, and so he set off to find them all! Because of his homeland being mostly flat, he ultimately decided the best sport for him would be Cross-country skiing. So he went and found a flat, empty plain, created his snow, and got to practicing. While in the snow however, he discovered he had never felt cold like that before, and so he went looking for a scarf or something to warm him. He found a nice, big, fluffy white Peacebringer's mantle. [i]Perfect,[/i] he thought to himself. [item=eternal snow][item=Peacebringer's Mantle] [/center]

[b]Your Name:[/b] Rosoidela [b]Element:[/b] Shadow [b]Entry:[/b] Day 4 [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/12357/1235632.png[/img][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/6876/687577.png[/img] Once, when he was younger, he wouldn’t have wavered. He would’ve leapt at the chance, the words barely out of Melquist’s mouth before he’d be bounding out the door, yelling a hasty good-bye behind him. But things changed, as they always did in life. So when Melquist appeared, eyes shining in excitement, words tumbling from his lips, Shade hesitated. “You think I should— What? Compete?” “Of course! This is a once in a lifetime chance, and we all know how long you’ve dreamed about this.” ... He never told them that his dream had withered and died a long time ago, that just the thought sent a stab of ice into his heart. There were times when he considered confessing — and wasn’t that an ugly word, as if he were a killer letting all his sins bleed away — but Melquist was always so carefree, so sheltered, that Shade hadn’t had the heart to shatter his illusions. And maybe some of his thoughts showed, because Melquist faltered, expression falling. “… You do still want to, right?” And he looked so confused, so out of his depth that Shade couldn’t bring himself to disagree. “I do!” he said, forcing a note of cheer into his voice. “It’s just— [i]Wow[/i].” And he laughed, a breathless, shaky laugh. “A lot to take in. Who would’ve thought that I’d get the chance to— ya know, actually do this.” He swallowed, trying to shove aside the rising panic and fear and [i]oh my god he wasn’t ready for this[/i], and said: “When’re we going?” Melquist, like he always did, swallowed every single lie without question. “As soon as you’re ready!” A small, bitter part of Shade deep inside him reared its head, words scathing: [i]Azrael would’ve noticed.[/i] But Shade was better at ignoring the voice now, and he locked it away, hiding all his hurt and anxiety behind a too-big-smile. “Great! Let’s go! I can’t wait!” And maybe, he wouldn’t have to stay the whole time. Maybe, if he was lucky, he just had to pretend until this whole thing was over. Forfeit before it even began. “—and then after that, we can start your training,” Melquist was saying, stumbling over the words in his excitement. Shade almost tripped, his mouth moving wordlessly before he managed to choke out, “Training?” “Well, yeah,” Melquist continued, oblivious as ever. “How’re you planning on winning if you don’t even practice?” His heart lodged in his throat, a sudden wave of nausea threatening to engulf him. The thought of spending more time on the ice… He swallowed. “Right. I’ll— I’ll think of something.” And if that something happened to be a pile of Sizzling Phosphorus… well, it could never be said that Shade wasn’t resourceful. [item=Sizzling Phosphorus]

[b]Your Name:[/b] sgkat [b]Element:[/b] Light [b]Entry:[/b] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=21401748] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/214018/21401748.png[/img] [/url][nextcol]"Hey, Porfirio, hey!!" Taalay swooped up in a twirl to the clan alchemist and curled around one of the lab's support posts. "So [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=12463850]Nemesis[/url] wants to try out Luge after she [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2263804/8#post_31552890]saw my performance[/url]!!, but she doesn't want to go unprepared - like that's as much fun! - and she wants your help!!" "Then why is it [i]you[/i] here talking my ear off?" Porfirio grumped.[/columns][columns]"Well, she's practicing, of course!!" Taalay proudly curled higher up the post, his faceted wings throwing twinkles of colored light in every direction. "I think you should start by prepping a meal for her, I know athletes need lots of protein! And dense nutrients!! What about Soylent Red and Soylent Green?!" "I'm perfectly capable of making those -"[nextcol][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=13445560] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/134456/13445560.png[/img] [/url][/columns] "And an outfit, maybe?! The sleeker the material, the less wind resistance there is!!" "I know that." "And of course she'll also need goggles to protect her eyes -" "Taalay." "What? I'm sure she'll do really well!!" "Shut up and get out so I can do my work." "...Oh. Right. Right!! I'll go check on Nemesis and see you in a bit, then!!" [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/O4C8Uuh.png[/img][/center]

[b]Your Name:[/b] MythicalViper [b]Element:[/b] Arcane [b]Entry:[/b] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=21524262] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/215243/21524262.png[/img] [/url][nextcol][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=14728492] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/147285/14728492.png[/img] [/url][/columns] "I want to go ice skating!" Ma'at looked up from her war map to stare at the small gray Nocturne bouncing off the walls. He looked back giddily at her, jumping from shelf to shelf and sending books tumbling to the ground. "Okay." she said. "And that concerns me, how?" "The Winter Olympics!" Mythic cheered, coming to a stop on the desk. Ma'at pushed him to the side with a flick of her tail. "I've always dreamed of entering, and now I'm finally old enough!" "Okay," Ma'at stared. "So... what exactly am I suppose to do with this information?" He bounced up and down on his heels. "Kaya said that you knew about alchemy, so I wanted to ask you to help me brew things for my competition!" "No." He pouted. "I'll go find Muffin, then." That got her. "NO. Do NOT go to Muffin. I am tired of scraping the transmuted remains of other dragons off the walls! Go find a neighbouring clan's alchemist or something!" Mythic huffed with disbelief and disapproval, “You’d really trust another clan’s healer?” Ma'at growled, “Anyone is more trustworthy than Muffin. You'd think her name would give you an idea about her mental condition!” Mythic crossed his arms. "And what makes you think we can trust another clan's alchemist more than ours?" “Don’t be so suspicious, Mythic. Where do you think we live?" They looked at each other for a moment. Mythic deadpanned, “Please tell me you see the irony of your words.” “I see the irony, yes.” Ma'at sighed and got to her feet. "Well, what do you need?" "For my training, or the competition?" Mythic beamed, clearly happy to have gotten his way. "Well, the point of ice skating is to look pretty while you skate, right?" "And stay warm." "And to keep the snow out of my eyes!" Mythic added. "So I'd need a costume, right? Ooo, what about those weird purple fluffs made out of sludge? What if we throw in some radioactive things to make it SPARKLE?" "This is a terrible, terrible idea," Ma'at said. "All the more reason to do it! Come on! To the lab!" Mythic bounded away. Ma'at sighed. "This is going to go so well. [u][b]Mythic's Inventory:[/b][/u] [br] [columns] [img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/equipment/10966.png[/img] [nextcol] [b]Pink Protective Eyewear[/b]: Made with a touch of pinky awesomeness. Exists to keep your eyeballs from freezing up and becoming snowballs![/columns] [columns] [img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/equipment/12188.png[/img] [nextcol] [b]Plum Wooly Coat[/b]: Keep your scales warm and free of snow! "No Tundras were harmed in the making of this product". Ha. You sure about that? [/columns] [columns] [img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/equipment/12723.png[/img] [nextcol] [b]Gray Plague Doctor's Mask[/b]: A costume for the Winter Olympics! Unfortunately, it's rather hard to see through the dark goggles, and that sharp beak is nothing if not a very pointed fashion statement. [/columns] [columns] [img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/equipment/13080.png[/img] [nextcol] [b]Red Mantle[/b]: There's nothing like sporting the lil' Red Riding Hood look to capture the judges' attention! Definitely not dyed with blood. That's totally fruit punch. Very red, suspicious-smelling fruit punch. [/columns] [columns] [img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/equipment/15136.png[/img] [nextcol] [b]Ice Tome[/b]: There's got to be something in here that'll keep you from freezing to death. If ancient knowledge isn't to your liking, at least you can burn it to keep yourself warm! [/columns]

[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/paKENA8.png[/img] [b]Day #5:[/b] Choose a different dragon, and describe after hanging out at the carnival not to far away from the exit gate they decide to rest at a long bench nearby. They sit there contemplating the day with the goodies they won from a couple of the games they played. Describe what games they played, and what prizes they won from Pinkerton’s plunder. Post a graphic with your writing what item was won. [img]https://i.imgur.com/jnWuQyJ.png[/img] [item=unhatched ice egg] Unhatched Ice Egg [quote=Form] [b]Your Name:[/b] [b]Element:[/b] [b]Entry:[/b] (50-350 Words; less then 50 words do not qualify. I will be using a [url=https://wordcounter.net]word counter[/url].) [code][b]Your Name:[/b] [b]Element:[/b] [b]Entry:[/b][/code][/quote] @jbapple @catslash @jetfeather @clm @shougoney @Lundlaeva @JinxMoonstone @Saraceaser @Marianette @sgkat @Cheshly @Marcel @Pennifeather @Hanakoto @heartcrusher1 @LightningShatter @MythicalViper @ladylilitu @RustyAce @Gravebloom @sockmonkeygerald @XilusWeb @Soleil @Octopodes @perifinite @Disillusionist @Satharen @Touhou @Elysadie @artemisrose @L1llysage @pierrct @heavylobster @SkylordLysand @Kerriganne @Chessboard @Juneun @LightHelco @paintminion @Rosoidela @LuminousNoble @ShadeOfChaos @AthenaCorvus @FlufferLover @Azera @riseandshine @Gusted @MGP1 @Spectra126 @Toxical @Stanari @MusicalAnima @StormDragon21 @ThisWayIsNotSafe @Canisa @Siritys [url=https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1FUyQvh7WJc5oQ-4og1sxzppE4rSP0gVsctGO7ottuMg/][i]Join the self-editing pinglist here![/i][/url] [b][i]Additionally![/i][/b] We now have a badge! Updated with the signature-sized version! [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2357981][img]https://i.imgur.com/JfQrkIn.png[/img][/url] [code][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2357981][img]https://i.imgur.com/JfQrkIn.png[/img][/url][/code] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2357981][img]https://i.imgur.com/2hxBqsD.png[/img][/url] [code][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2357981][img]https://i.imgur.com/2hxBqsD.png[/img][/url][/code] [/center]

[b]Your Name:[/b] Disillusionist [b]Element:[/b] Light [b]Entry:[/b] Day 5 -- a dragon and their prizes [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=15438539] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/154386/15438539_350.png[/img] [/url] Although Crystaline had been born in the Southern Icefield, it'd been a long time since he'd visited there -- or anywhere, really. His old injuries had only become more pronounced with age, and the ache in his hide was nearly constant now. So it had been a tremendous relief when, upon arriving, the cold air had leached into his skin. It had acted like a balm, cooling the old scars until there was only a dull buzz beneath the scales. Crystaline had found himself standing a little straighter. He felt more energized than he'd been in days. And looking at the other dragons at the Carnival, eager to test their prowess and luck, he'd felt -- dare he think it? -- more [i]competitive[/i]. Perhaps he'd been competing against himself all along, against the ache that plagued his body. He'd tried many different games: the ring toss, the dunk tank, the shooting range....More often than not, he'd walked away empty-handed. But not always. He couldn't help chuckling to himself as he surveyed his prizes. Mostly cheap trinkets, a few soft toys. Nothing that an engineer like himself could use. Still, they were valuable in another way: They'd shown him that despite his infirmities he could still confront a challenge -- and have fun doing it, too. Besides, they weren't completely useless. There were bound to be hatchlings who'd love something new to play with. Crystaline smiled and patted the toys that lay on the bench beside him. His lairmates would be leaving the Carnival soon; all he had to do now was wait for them. As far as he was concerned, his day was done -- but what a rewarding one it'd been. [center][item=stuffed alstroemeria fox][item=tadhop beanie][item=discarded ribbon][item=brightly painted bird toy][item=nocturne puppet][/center]

[b]Your Name:[/b] AthenaCorvus [b]Element:[/b] Water [b]Entry:[/b] Day 5 [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38306920] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/383070/38306920_350.png[/img] [/url] The sky was slowly getting darker, and Gamiri felt absolutely exhausted. Walking over a carnival for most of the day was an entirely different kind of exercise that could subjugate even the strongest swimmer. His breath came out in little puffs of steam as he sat down on a bench to have a rest. Big snowflakes tumbled down from the darkening grey sky and the booths at the carnival started to light their lanterns one by one. The colourful lights looked beautiful reflected by the snow and Gamiri enjoyed the view for a few moments. Soon he remembered the bags next to him on the bench. They were filled with lots of merchandise and prizes from festival games. Maybe he had spent too much at the game booths, but those were the best part about the Winter Carnival and Gamiri just couldn't resist trying as many as possible. He grabbed one of the bags and glanced inside. There was the giant fan he won at a Wheel of Fortune and the Mith plushie he got by throwing a ball into a pyramid of cans (good thing he had great aim). Maybe he would give the latter to Asha, as he knew that the Spiral collected those things. Gamiri also saw the pretty little amethyst geode from the string pulling game among the agate from the funny little Duck Pond game. Both would go to Thibi's mineral collection (he needed a birthday present for her anyway). But he took the most pride in the giant fox plushie he had won at the lottery. It took up the entirety of the second bag and didn't even fit into it in its entirety. Call it tacky as much as you want, Gamiri would hold onto this. He just hoped it was waterproof. [item=Frog's Wing Fans][item=Stuffed Mith][item=Amethyst Geode][item=Eye Agate][item=Flowering Vulpine Plushie]

[b]Your Name:[/b] JinxMoonstone [b]Element:[/b] Ice [b]Entry:[/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=12650878] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/126509/12650878_350.png[/img] [/url] Kaia looked over at her new fishy companion - she didn't [i]mean[/i] to bring another friend home, but the lure of the Pingpong Ball and Fishbowl game proved to be too much. She just wanted to see if she could make it in. [item=crystal carrier] Willow was going to scold her; she just knew it. They didn't need another gold fish in the clan. In fact, the game's intent was to find new homes for these familiars who had volunteered. It's not like she could decline the fish after the win... It was only for the night anyway. She'd take the familiar back to Willow tomorrow and ensure it got a permanent new home.

[b]Your Name:[/b] Canisa [b]Element:[/b] Arcane [b]Entry:[/b] Day 5: Carnival Games [b]Dragon:[/b] Beeblebrox [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=4764828] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/47649/4764828_350.png[/img] [/url] [I]The setting sun glinted off of [b]Beeblebrox[/b] as he made his way out of the Carnival. Seeing a bench nearby, he sank onto it with a happy sigh, placing his new toy beside him. He had practically squealed with glee when he saw the stalls and what was on offer at the Carnival today. Games of chance, after all, were just another way to invoke improbability...especially [b]these[/b] games… …There had been the “Ring Toss”--on moving Ice Blocks--where he had won that [b]Dented Iron Helmet[/b] after tossing only three rings. Then there had been the "Balloon Pop". The Ice version used clear balls of ice, with prizes frozen inside. Breaking those balls hadn't been easy, either, much to Beeblebrox’s delight. It made the smashing of that single "balloon" all the more satisfying....as he would be sure to explain to his mate when Duskcloud demanded to know where all their treasure went, and why he thought that they needed a [b]Glittering Bluesilever Torc[/b] so badly as to try for it 25 times. Beeb snorted. Of course he needed it! He was named for the President of the Galaxy after all, and Torcs were made for leaders. Ah, but the best game had definitely been the last. Beeblebrox glanced at the large stuffed [b]Furry Icewarden Puppet[/b] sitting beside him on the bench, remembering the stunned look on the face of the proprietor of the "Dunk the Dragon" game, when Beeb had bounded up to the Dunk Seat. Beeb had won the toy when he fell into the very, very, deep water, and was able to find, and bring to the surface, the special gold ring. It had been handed to him by a stammering, still shell-shocked dragon, along with the [b]Mammertee Plushie[/b] given to every dragon who sat on that Seat… Suddenly noticing the darkening sky, Beeb stopped reminiscing, and stood. He needed to get his prizes home, before Duskcloud saw him, and started asking awkward question, like, "Why are you wet?" And "Isn't that the prize for being [b]DUNKED!?![/b]" Sometimes his mate just did not understand the lure of improbability….[/I] [center][columns][item=dented iron helmet][nextcol][item=glittering bluesilver torc][nextcol][item=mammertee plushie][/columns][/center] (And...I'm not actually sure if Pinkerton gives this out or not, but Beeb DID win it....[item=furry icewarden puppet] )