[b]Day 5:[/b] Curling
[b]Dragons:[/b] Bombarda, Jasper, Nebula, Alakazam
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[I]The pretty Arcane Skydancer stood waiting with her team, feeling the nervousness she had not felt last year settling in. Though that could be because of who had decided to join her this year, [b]Bombarda[/b] admitted to herself. While she had every confidence in her brother--she had trained Alakazam how to play this game herself after all--she wasn't sure why either Jasper or Nebula had joined, and that was not really a good thing in a team, ever. As she heard the announcer call their team's number, Bombarda just hoped that the old Coatl and the crafty Tundra would do what they were supposed to, and not engage in their own agendas....[/I]
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[I][b]Jasper[/b] stamped his feet, impatient to begin. These games were the best chance to banish those embarrassing memories of that infernal spell. All he had to do was throw a few stones well, and even if they didn't win, no one would talk about how "dashing" he had looked as a Woodland Turkey ever again....or at least they wouldn't until that blasted spell picked him again...The sound of the announcer's voice cut through his mental ramblings, and the Plague dragon straightened, trying to look ready. Throw the heavy stone down the track, he reminded himself, that's all you have to do. How hard can it be?...[/I]
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[I]The Dark Ice Mage growled low in her throat. This was NOT what she wanted to be doing right now. But after the last debacle with that Love Potion, the Clan Mother had absolutely refused to let [b]Nebula[/b] come to the Gala unless she agreed to help the Clan...while still suffering from the utter indignity of having her magic bound. So instead of gathering the ingredients Nebula needed for her poisons, and for her cooking, here she was, helping three fools to compete in Curling of all things...The Tundra sighed. At least, she reminded herself, it's a relatively easy game. And her magic would be returned to her at the end of the Gala, as long as she "behaved herself". And since the announcer had just called their team's number, the torment would be over soon....[/I]
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[I]Watching his team with interest, [b]Alakazam[/b] idly wondered if they had a chance. For his sister's sake he fervently hoped so--and for Jasper's, too, actually. He was becoming quite fond of that crotchety old dragon. But it was obvious Jasper was extremely nervous, there was no telling what Nebula would do, and Al wasn't sure himself how well his own skills were at this game. Those stones were a LOT heavier than they looked, and unlike Maxi, he did not have an inborn instinct for hitting things hard.... The sound of the team's number being called jolted him to full awareness, and Al straightened quickly, following the others to the rink. It was time to learn if all that practicing together had paid off...[/I]
Day 5: Curling Dragons: Bombarda, Jasper, Nebula, Alakazam
The pretty Arcane Skydancer stood waiting with her team, feeling the nervousness she had not felt last year settling in. Though that could be because of who had decided to join her this year, Bombarda admitted to herself. While she had every confidence in her brother--she had trained Alakazam how to play this game herself after all--she wasn't sure why either Jasper or Nebula had joined, and that was not really a good thing in a team, ever. As she heard the announcer call their team's number, Bombarda just hoped that the old Coatl and the crafty Tundra would do what they were supposed to, and not engage in their own agendas....
Jasper stamped his feet, impatient to begin. These games were the best chance to banish those embarrassing memories of that infernal spell. All he had to do was throw a few stones well, and even if they didn't win, no one would talk about how "dashing" he had looked as a Woodland Turkey ever again....or at least they wouldn't until that blasted spell picked him again...The sound of the announcer's voice cut through his mental ramblings, and the Plague dragon straightened, trying to look ready. Throw the heavy stone down the track, he reminded himself, that's all you have to do. How hard can it be?...
The Dark Ice Mage growled low in her throat. This was NOT what she wanted to be doing right now. But after the last debacle with that Love Potion, the Clan Mother had absolutely refused to let Nebula come to the Gala unless she agreed to help the Clan...while still suffering from the utter indignity of having her magic bound. So instead of gathering the ingredients Nebula needed for her poisons, and for her cooking, here she was, helping three fools to compete in Curling of all things...The Tundra sighed. At least, she reminded herself, it's a relatively easy game. And her magic would be returned to her at the end of the Gala, as long as she "behaved herself". And since the announcer had just called their team's number, the torment would be over soon....
Watching his team with interest, Alakazam idly wondered if they had a chance. For his sister's sake he fervently hoped so--and for Jasper's, too, actually. He was becoming quite fond of that crotchety old dragon. But it was obvious Jasper was extremely nervous, there was no telling what Nebula would do, and Al wasn't sure himself how well his own skills were at this game. Those stones were a LOT heavier than they looked, and unlike Maxi, he did not have an inborn instinct for hitting things hard.... The sound of the team's number being called jolted him to full awareness, and Al straightened quickly, following the others to the rink. It was time to learn if all that practicing together had paid off...
D'aww, thanks for the flowers! I'm sure Glisten is thrilled that the audience liked his routine. :)
D'aww, thanks for the flowers! I'm sure Glisten is thrilled that the audience liked his routine. :)
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Ski Jump
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Bane shifted from side to side, wary of the skis on her feet. They'd been adapted for quadruped breeds, having two foot-slots on each ski, but she still felt awkward in them. She rumbled, waiting for the call to start.
She turned her head to look at the stands. Dryad was there, as well as Wispy, They were holding up a sign together. She couldn't read it, but it was brightly colored, and she knew they meant the best.
Next, she faced the slope and the jump she would have to make. She was a Mirror, a mostly land-bound breed. Would this be what it felt like to fly?
Bane shifted from side to side, wary of the skis on her feet. They'd been adapted for quadruped breeds, having two foot-slots on each ski, but she still felt awkward in them. She rumbled, waiting for the call to start.
She turned her head to look at the stands. Dryad was there, as well as Wispy, They were holding up a sign together. She couldn't read it, but it was brightly colored, and she knew they meant the best.
Next, she faced the slope and the jump she would have to make. She was a Mirror, a mostly land-bound breed. Would this be what it felt like to fly?
[b]Cross Country Skiing[/b]
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The mountain peaks were wreathed in heavy curls of misty cloud that seemed to stretch down almost to the treetops and the chilled air was still and full of anticipation. Out here in the open, the chatter of the crowd and even the voices of the announcers seemed hushed, eaten up perhaps by the pines that stood in ranks around the starting line and surrounded the stands.
The snow beneath Skadi's skis was solid and uncompromising - much like the dragon herself. She felt no fear, and very little of the cold that had some spectators and even a few contestants shuddering in their winter clothes. She had been given a spot somewhere in the middle of the pack, but already she had picked out a few of her fellow skiers who she was sure would not stay the course, and who she would soon overtake within the first few kilometres of the race.
When the signal to start came, she pushed off hard alongside the rest of the pack, working her legs hard to gain as much momentum as possible for the first downhill and taking full advantage before the course swept up.
The pack began to separate as the course became more challenging, weaker dragons falling back and the stronger skiers pushing ahead, Skadi found herself overtaking as she had suspected. However, there were others in the race who were proving to be strong skiers too and this was no mere sprint: it was a matter of endurance as much as skill. She settled into her pace and forged on, determined to finished in a good position for the honour of her Clan and the Flight which she now served.
The mountain peaks were wreathed in heavy curls of misty cloud that seemed to stretch down almost to the treetops and the chilled air was still and full of anticipation. Out here in the open, the chatter of the crowd and even the voices of the announcers seemed hushed, eaten up perhaps by the pines that stood in ranks around the starting line and surrounded the stands.
The snow beneath Skadi's skis was solid and uncompromising - much like the dragon herself. She felt no fear, and very little of the cold that had some spectators and even a few contestants shuddering in their winter clothes. She had been given a spot somewhere in the middle of the pack, but already she had picked out a few of her fellow skiers who she was sure would not stay the course, and who she would soon overtake within the first few kilometres of the race.
When the signal to start came, she pushed off hard alongside the rest of the pack, working her legs hard to gain as much momentum as possible for the first downhill and taking full advantage before the course swept up.
The pack began to separate as the course became more challenging, weaker dragons falling back and the stronger skiers pushing ahead, Skadi found herself overtaking as she had suspected. However, there were others in the race who were proving to be strong skiers too and this was no mere sprint: it was a matter of endurance as much as skill. She settled into her pace and forged on, determined to finished in a good position for the honour of her Clan and the Flight which she now served.
[b]Alpine Skiing - Slalom[/b]
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Jormungandr flexed his wings under their coverings and tried to ignore the feeling of constriction around the delicate fins that had been crammed into his helmet, gloves and boots. All of his gear was designed to give him the smoothest and most aerodynamic shape as he took to the slope for the slalom, so the short-term discomfort would, hopefully, be worth it.
He really hated crushing his fins like this, though.
He reached up and wiggled his helmet one last time, trying to ease the pressure just a little, and told himself it would only be for a few minutes. The slalom was all about speed, after all. Speed - and accuracy.
Jormungandr leaned over the edge of the starting line, taking deep breaths, and then launched himself out of the gate. He directed himself straight towards the first gate, twisting his feet just in time to push around the right side of the pole. He cleared the gate while already noodling his body around into the turn to face the second, the third, the fourth - it was an intense, breathless rush through the challenging course.
It was over in just under a minute! He skiied through the finishing line and straightened, ripping his helmet off his head to take the adulation of the crowd while the adrenaline pumped through him, bringing a grin to his face.
Jormungandr flexed his wings under their coverings and tried to ignore the feeling of constriction around the delicate fins that had been crammed into his helmet, gloves and boots. All of his gear was designed to give him the smoothest and most aerodynamic shape as he took to the slope for the slalom, so the short-term discomfort would, hopefully, be worth it.
He really hated crushing his fins like this, though.
He reached up and wiggled his helmet one last time, trying to ease the pressure just a little, and told himself it would only be for a few minutes. The slalom was all about speed, after all. Speed - and accuracy.
Jormungandr leaned over the edge of the starting line, taking deep breaths, and then launched himself out of the gate. He directed himself straight towards the first gate, twisting his feet just in time to push around the right side of the pole. He cleared the gate while already noodling his body around into the turn to face the second, the third, the fourth - it was an intense, breathless rush through the challenging course.
It was over in just under a minute! He skiied through the finishing line and straightened, ripping his helmet off his head to take the adulation of the crowd while the adrenaline pumped through him, bringing a grin to his face.
[b]Figure Skating[/b]
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Corvus was nervous as he skated onto the ice, his mostly-translucent costume fluttering around his body. He wasn't used to wearing something so elaborate and fancy, and yet so ephemeral: he had to resist the urge to tug at the hems and sleeves, and pull in his wings to cover himself up under the eyes of so many spectators. The figure skating was popular at this year's Winter Games - and there had been some truly exceptional example of ice dancing so far. As the scores were added to the board, his nerves had increased until he was no longer able to even look at the end of each performance.
Now it was his turn, at last. He nodded for the music to begin and closed his eyes as he pushed off from his starting position, trying to shut out everything but the chill of the frozen water beneath him and the rhythm of the music. His heart pounded in his ears. He didn't listen to it.
Corvus furled his wings and leapt up, springing off one skate and twirling through the air - once, twice, three times, four, his golden silks fluttering around him - and hitting the ice cleanly with the opposite foot. He wobbled, but he didn't fall.
The exhilaration of his first successful jump swept through Corvus like a tide, washing away the worst of his fears and leaving the rest of his programme clear in his mind. He pictured it as he skated into position for his next manoeuvre, and then jumped.
Corvus was nervous as he skated onto the ice, his mostly-translucent costume fluttering around his body. He wasn't used to wearing something so elaborate and fancy, and yet so ephemeral: he had to resist the urge to tug at the hems and sleeves, and pull in his wings to cover himself up under the eyes of so many spectators. The figure skating was popular at this year's Winter Games - and there had been some truly exceptional example of ice dancing so far. As the scores were added to the board, his nerves had increased until he was no longer able to even look at the end of each performance.
Now it was his turn, at last. He nodded for the music to begin and closed his eyes as he pushed off from his starting position, trying to shut out everything but the chill of the frozen water beneath him and the rhythm of the music. His heart pounded in his ears. He didn't listen to it.
Corvus furled his wings and leapt up, springing off one skate and twirling through the air - once, twice, three times, four, his golden silks fluttering around him - and hitting the ice cleanly with the opposite foot. He wobbled, but he didn't fall.
The exhilaration of his first successful jump swept through Corvus like a tide, washing away the worst of his fears and leaving the rest of his programme clear in his mind. He pictured it as he skated into position for his next manoeuvre, and then jumped.
[b]Curling[/b]
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Magni (Captain) ~ Valkyrja ~ Modi ~Thruda
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"This was a terrible idea last year," Thruda muttered as she reluctantly pulled on her curling shoes. "I don't see why we have to do it again."
"Because," Thor replied, looking around at his four offspring, "I believe you are all capable of working better together than you did, during your last attempt at playing this sport. Now: you will all do your best, and make your Clan proud, I am sure. I will be watching from the stands. Good luck!"
He swept out in the direction of the stands, leaving the four siblings to finish getting ready for their curling match.
"I hate it when he does that," Thruda muttered to her sister, Valkyrja, who was now spinning a curling broom in each hand. "Uses that big booming 'Voice of Authority'?"
Valkyrja nodded, but then she turned towards their brothers and cleared her throat. "Okay, look. Magni. Modi. You're not going to spend this whole match arguing [i]again[/i], are you? I don't want a repeat of last year. Modi, remember: we put Magni down as the captain, so we have to actually listen to him."
"Yes, yes," Modi sighed, snatching his broom back from Valkyrja. "I'll follow my [i]orders[/i], don't you worry."
Thruda buried her head in her claws and groaned. "Can we not start before we've even made it onto the ice, please?"
Magni laid a hand on her shoulder. "Sorry, sister," he murmured. Then he went over towards Modi and said, "We can't do this if we're just going to bicker all the way through it - and I know we can do well if we just operate as a team. We can do amazing things together."
Modi threw him a disgusted look, as if the thought of being on the same team as his brother was anathema to him - or maybe just because Magni's conciliatory tone was, as usual, getting up his nose - but said nothing.
"We can do this. Together. Can we at least try?" Magni suggested.
"Fine," Modi agreed with a one-shouldered shrug. "Let's get this over with."
He swung his broom up onto his shoulder and swaggered towards the tunnel that led to the rink. Thruda sighed and got to her feet, trailing after her siblings as they made their way towards their curling match. She was still sure that this was a truly terrible idea - but she could at least try her best, and maybe by the time she got home she would be able to look back on this day and laugh this with her familiar, Shavarash.
Magni (Captain) ~ Valkyrja ~ Modi ~Thruda with a bonus appearance from their dad, Thor
"This was a terrible idea last year," Thruda muttered as she reluctantly pulled on her curling shoes. "I don't see why we have to do it again."
"Because," Thor replied, looking around at his four offspring, "I believe you are all capable of working better together than you did, during your last attempt at playing this sport. Now: you will all do your best, and make your Clan proud, I am sure. I will be watching from the stands. Good luck!"
He swept out in the direction of the stands, leaving the four siblings to finish getting ready for their curling match.
"I hate it when he does that," Thruda muttered to her sister, Valkyrja, who was now spinning a curling broom in each hand. "Uses that big booming 'Voice of Authority'?"
Valkyrja nodded, but then she turned towards their brothers and cleared her throat. "Okay, look. Magni. Modi. You're not going to spend this whole match arguing again, are you? I don't want a repeat of last year. Modi, remember: we put Magni down as the captain, so we have to actually listen to him."
"Yes, yes," Modi sighed, snatching his broom back from Valkyrja. "I'll follow my orders, don't you worry."
Thruda buried her head in her claws and groaned. "Can we not start before we've even made it onto the ice, please?"
Magni laid a hand on her shoulder. "Sorry, sister," he murmured. Then he went over towards Modi and said, "We can't do this if we're just going to bicker all the way through it - and I know we can do well if we just operate as a team. We can do amazing things together."
Modi threw him a disgusted look, as if the thought of being on the same team as his brother was anathema to him - or maybe just because Magni's conciliatory tone was, as usual, getting up his nose - but said nothing.
"We can do this. Together. Can we at least try?" Magni suggested.
"Fine," Modi agreed with a one-shouldered shrug. "Let's get this over with."
He swung his broom up onto his shoulder and swaggered towards the tunnel that led to the rink. Thruda sighed and got to her feet, trailing after her siblings as they made their way towards their curling match. She was still sure that this was a truly terrible idea - but she could at least try her best, and maybe by the time she got home she would be able to look back on this day and laugh this with her familiar, Shavarash.
[b]Cross-Country Skiing - Mace[/b]
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Mace pulled his hood further over his face to keep the snow out of his eyes, a Rogue Mask could only do so much. He shivers slightly, but other than that, the cold doesn't bother him all that much. Having a full set of clothes, along with some snowy changes to his skin (The Solstice Rosette skin) does wonders to help, but it's a shame that magic is disabled for all events-some Earthen Armor would help even more.
Nevertheless, he waits alongside a handful of other dragons in the event, at the very beginning of a large expanse with a few hills and obstacles. He'd never tried or even heard of Cross-Country Skiing before, but it'd be a nice change from his usual, boring life.
He double-checked that his skis were on correctly, before twirling his ski poles in hand. Another dragon almost gets hit by one, and after a short scolding, he huffs and sticks his poles into the ground, waiting for the event to start. It shouldn't be much longer now.
As if he had called the event to action, a speaker soon read out the rules and told them to get ready. He positions himself accordingly, the cover of his hood allowing him to see a few feet in front of himself against the blinding sun.
"On your marks."
"Get set."
"GO!"
Mace pulled his hood further over his face to keep the snow out of his eyes, a Rogue Mask could only do so much. He shivers slightly, but other than that, the cold doesn't bother him all that much. Having a full set of clothes, along with some snowy changes to his skin (The Solstice Rosette skin) does wonders to help, but it's a shame that magic is disabled for all events-some Earthen Armor would help even more.
Nevertheless, he waits alongside a handful of other dragons in the event, at the very beginning of a large expanse with a few hills and obstacles. He'd never tried or even heard of Cross-Country Skiing before, but it'd be a nice change from his usual, boring life.
He double-checked that his skis were on correctly, before twirling his ski poles in hand. Another dragon almost gets hit by one, and after a short scolding, he huffs and sticks his poles into the ground, waiting for the event to start. It shouldn't be much longer now.
As if he had called the event to action, a speaker soon read out the rules and told them to get ready. He positions himself accordingly, the cover of his hood allowing him to see a few feet in front of himself against the blinding sun.
"On your marks."
"Get set."
"GO!"
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[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=7165160][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/71652/7165160.png[/img][/url][nextcol][size=4] The Winter Games event officials are not responsible for missing paperwork that may lead to disqualification. ((Anything marked in red on the spreadsheet is a duplicate/disqualified entry.))[/size]
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@AthenaCorvus Vanir stopped by one of the souvenir stands on his way to the chow hall. What harm could a small little purchase do? He couldn't give it to his clan's hatchlings directly - afterall, there was his reputation to think of - but perhaps when he got back, the toys would find their way to where they played.
[item=Sopping Tidelord Sackdoll] [item=Spiral Daze]
@Elysadie Aria, Ariel and Ayla decided to enjoy the midway and have some fun on their vacation. After playing a few of the games and stopping for candy apples, they each picked up a carnival souvenir to take home.
[item=Blue Wooly Coat] [item=Spiral Daze] [item=Crocheted Tadhop Hat]
@sgkat Worn out after her events, Hanuel took a leisurely stroll around the grounds of the Games before heading back to her lodging. On her way there, she paused to take in the beautiful glow of the lanterns floating in the sky.
[item=Celebration Sage Lantern]
[i]Prizes will likely be sent after the Gala[/i]
Welcome to our recap for the fifth day of competition. We're really starting to get down to the wire now... Although the event sites do have capacity for last minute entrants, don't forget the deadline for entry on the last day!
There's a sheet at the entry booth ((spreadsheet link in the rules section)) where you can confirm what events your clan has completed. If there's any discrepancies, please let an official know. ((Find your missing entry and submit the form for it.))
The Winter Games event officials are not responsible for missing paperwork that may lead to disqualification. ((Anything marked in red on the spreadsheet is a duplicate/disqualified entry.))
Once your clan finishes their events, be sure to take a stroll around the grounds of the Winter Games! There are plenty of decorations - and not all are made out of ice! Tonight you might enjoy watching the floating lanterns released in celebration of the festival.
Or, if you want to take some souvenir art back home with you, I can recommend checking out the Gala Marketplace, where Southern Icefields artists gather to showcase their wares. If participating is more your style, then the Winter Carnival Lore Writing game may be of interest to you. As always, stay safe out there during your celebrations and we'll be back tomorrow for another look at the Winter Games.
@AthenaCorvus Vanir stopped by one of the souvenir stands on his way to the chow hall. What harm could a small little purchase do? He couldn't give it to his clan's hatchlings directly - afterall, there was his reputation to think of - but perhaps when he got back, the toys would find their way to where they played.
Sopping Tidelord Sackdoll
Trinkets
A crudely-fashioned stuffed doll that resembles the Tidelord. It's sopping wet and you can't tell what the material is.
1000
Spiral Daze
Apparel
A pair of miraculous eyes.
2400
@Elysadie Aria, Ariel and Ayla decided to enjoy the midway and have some fun on their vacation. After playing a few of the games and stopping for candy apples, they each picked up a carnival souvenir to take home.
Blue Wooly Coat
Apparel
No tundras were harmed in the making of this wooly coat.
950
Spiral Daze
Apparel
A pair of miraculous eyes.
2400
Crocheted Tadhop Hat
Trinkets
Put it on and raise your tadhop familiar in a rather confusing environment.
27
@sgkat Worn out after her events, Hanuel took a leisurely stroll around the grounds of the Games before heading back to her lodging. On her way there, she paused to take in the beautiful glow of the lanterns floating in the sky.
Celebration Sage Lantern
Apparel
Festive floating lanterns are the trademark of the celebration sage! (2017 Anniversary Apparel)
colorful chaos
