Quests & Challenges

@3idolon So happy to see this back! [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=35346537] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/353466/35346537_350.png[/img] [/url] Checkmate is a perceptive dragon. He typically knows what's going on around him at all times. Today there was a ton of dragons out celebrating RoR early but that was not what was bothering him... The wary Pearlcatcher poked out of the lair door. There was something off about today but he could not pinpoint it. He discovered just what that was when the tendrils of his loving home engulfed him (#36) god so many mistakes. I really need sleep if this is how I'm writing

@3idolon [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=34338494] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/343385/34338494_350.png[/img] [/url] Yurei had never visited The Plaguebringer's domain; as she was flying above it she gasped at the sight of the scarred land, that seemed to move and pulse with...something that couldn't [i]exactly[/i] be called life. Fascinated, she landed and decided to have a better look by climbing the Rim (#55)

@3idolon [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=21335762] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/213358/21335762_350.png[/img] [/url] Lucy feels very at home among the pustules and ooze and the lively goings on during the Riot of Rot. She decides to visit the land where she was born. Flying for quite awhile, as she is rather small, she finally sees a destination that looks promising to rest and maybe sight see. She heads in the slimey hole (#8).

@Draxia Plegma scampered through the tendrils, muck flying from her claws as she drew closer to the giant carcass and the vultures circling it. The adults wouldn't want her getting close to such dangerous birds but then again the adults never seemed to approve of anything she did and they should probably be used to it by now. The vultures were huddled close together, lined up shoulder to shoulder, and Plegma suddenly had an idea that seemed too much fun to ignore. She charged right into the middle of the flock, limbs flailing left and right, head butting a bird right in the chest and kicking another in the back. The vultures took wing in a cacophonous whirlwind of feathers and stench, so surprised they didn't even think of fighting back. They circled above her at a safe distance, screeching down their disapprobation and fury. Plegma fell onto her back, overcome with giggles at the looks of surprise and irritation on the birds faces. She picked herself up and took a closer look at the massive skull the vultures had been gathered around. Taken by another notion, she decided to climb inside the eye sockets and see if the brains were still in there. She had just scampered up the bridge of the skulls nose when out of the darkness of the sockets two eyes glowed brightly out at her. She fell back in surprise, turning in a quick circle and running a safe distance away before looking back at what was peering out at her from the skull. Amazingly, it was a [center][item=clown charger][/center]

@3idolon [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=19422026] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/194221/19422026_350.png[/img][/url][/center] Geryon had prepared for one of his numerous trips to scavenge for hidden treasures in and around the Wyrmwound, but the annual Riot of Rot was fast approaching so he was in more of a rush than usual. He departed from his home near the border between Plague and Shadow territories, rapidly flicking his tongue in and out to search for the scent of anything interesting. He kept his head low as he scuttled across the ground, catching the stench of decay in the air. He picked up the pace, excitement building as he sensed discarded bones nearby. He loved to collect and decorate with all kinds of bones, so it was absolutely worth stopping for. But as he grew closer, he sensed something [i]else[/i]. He wasn't sure what yet, but the bones seemed to be obscuring something of, hopefully, value. "Yes, yes, yes!" he hissed under his breath as he found the bones, immediately digging in without an ounce of care or caution. Number 33, please!

@3idolon [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=27196793] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/271968/27196793_350.png[/img] [/url] Conlaoch was getting restless. These days, gathering efforts from the Chiroptera Cult were directed towards scavenging in Dragonhome, in the hopes of finding an egg, but since the Earth territory was not his area of expertise, he had chosen to sulk and wait for an opportunity to go back to his favored hunting grounds, the Scarred Wasteland. Luckily for him, his leader Solomon was looking for something to occupy his best hunter, and as soon as he heard rumors about explorers being needed in the Wasteland, he sent Conlaoch on a mission to investigate. Conlaoch ran from the Tangled Woods to the Scarred Wasteland, and some bones immediately caught his eyes ([b]#35 please![/b]). [i]Sorry for double ping, didn't check the numbers before pinging you and I had to change because the person above me had the same idea ^^'[/i]

@CrazyassBat Ah, I'm sorry, #33 was chosen right before you. Would you like to explore a different map number?

@3idolon Damn, you ninja'd me XD I'll be more careful next time ^^

@3idolon [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=18000028] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/180001/18000028_350.png[/img] [/url] Ireura slowly ventured into the Scarred Wasteland. This was her supposed homeland, which she had no knowledge of. The only thing that linked her here was the colour of her eyes. The deep crimson eyes peered out onto the wasteland. Before she had known, she was slowly walking her way towards the centre. Walking through the teeth, a particular twisted shrub caught her eye ([b]#68[/b]). Not knowing why, she went to have a peek...