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TOPIC | [RoR][CYOA]Worship at the Wyrmwound
The first prompt is here!. You have until 17:00 FRST tomorrow to post a response in order for your activity to be counted for the first day!
@GardenOfRoses @Fouguri @AlisterGlory @Ender080 @perifinite @Hideki @LightHelco @tigressRising @Cheshly @Draconequis @Stanzascale @JinxMoonstone @NinaOSP @SilverQuark @RemanLT @Tufira @smeen @Saraceaser @ChatZNoir @Maiiau @dividedAnimus @Sefaro
@GardenOfRoses @Fouguri @AlisterGlory @Ender080 @perifinite @Hideki @LightHelco @tigressRising @Cheshly @Draconequis @Stanzascale @JinxMoonstone @NinaOSP @SilverQuark @RemanLT @Tufira @smeen @Saraceaser @ChatZNoir @Maiiau @dividedAnimus @Sefaro
The first prompt is here!. You have until 17:00 FRST tomorrow to post a response in order for your activity to be counted for the first day!
@GardenOfRoses @Fouguri @AlisterGlory @Ender080 @perifinite @Hideki @LightHelco @tigressRising @Cheshly @Draconequis @Stanzascale @JinxMoonstone @NinaOSP @SilverQuark @RemanLT @Tufira @smeen @Saraceaser @ChatZNoir @Maiiau @dividedAnimus @Sefaro
@GardenOfRoses @Fouguri @AlisterGlory @Ender080 @perifinite @Hideki @LightHelco @tigressRising @Cheshly @Draconequis @Stanzascale @JinxMoonstone @NinaOSP @SilverQuark @RemanLT @Tufira @smeen @Saraceaser @ChatZNoir @Maiiau @dividedAnimus @Sefaro
@N0B0DY
Ailgroz seems to be interested by the things all four dragons have to see. He crosses his arms and watches all of them carefully. He chooses to walk around to become more aware about the situation before he continues to carry on. He continues to walk around, And thinks about his options.
Ailgroz seems to be interested by the things all four dragons have to see. He crosses his arms and watches all of them carefully. He chooses to walk around to become more aware about the situation before he continues to carry on. He continues to walk around, And thinks about his options.
@N0B0DY
Ailgroz seems to be interested by the things all four dragons have to see. He crosses his arms and watches all of them carefully. He chooses to walk around to become more aware about the situation before he continues to carry on. He continues to walk around, And thinks about his options.
Ailgroz seems to be interested by the things all four dragons have to see. He crosses his arms and watches all of them carefully. He chooses to walk around to become more aware about the situation before he continues to carry on. He continues to walk around, And thinks about his options.
[color=firebrick]Player name: KairinRose
Character: Leyna
Picture:
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Leyna was born in the Scarred Wasteland, but her father had only been visiting at the time, and took her back to the Viridian Labyrinth to raise her. A part of a nomadic clan, they had temporarily made camp in the forest. Though Leyna has spent her whole life traveling with the clan, this year's Riot of Rot is their first time stepping foot in the Scarred Wasteland. Having worshipped the Plaguebringer privately her whole life, Leyna is eager to learn as much as possible about her heritage.
Leyna is an [b]independent[/b] dragon with an [b]optimistic[/b] nature. Being a Spiral, she has a tendency to be very [b]fast[/b]. She is extremely [b]brave[/b] and [b]resourceful[/b], never one to shy away from a challenge. Having spent a life on the move, she has acquired a [b]natural compass[/b].
However, she has [b]no fighting skills[/b] to speak of, and her great interest and curiosity about the pilgrimage, the Wasteland, and her deity make her quite [b]easily distracted[/b]. She is quite [b]inexperienced[/b] at traveling in the Scarred Wasteland, and she is more than a bit [b]socially awkward[/b]. often either talking too fast to be understood or not knowing what to say at al.
@N0B0DY I used a few traits that weren't in your list up there. I hope that's alright.
Player name: KairinRose
Character: Leyna
Picture:
Leyna was born in the Scarred Wasteland, but her father had only been visiting at the time, and took her back to the Viridian Labyrinth to raise her. A part of a nomadic clan, they had temporarily made camp in the forest. Though Leyna has spent her whole life traveling with the clan, this year's Riot of Rot is their first time stepping foot in the Scarred Wasteland. Having worshipped the Plaguebringer privately her whole life, Leyna is eager to learn as much as possible about her heritage.
Leyna is an independent dragon with an optimistic nature. Being a Spiral, she has a tendency to be very fast. She is extremely brave and resourceful, never one to shy away from a challenge. Having spent a life on the move, she has acquired a natural compass.
However, she has no fighting skills to speak of, and her great interest and curiosity about the pilgrimage, the Wasteland, and her deity make her quite easily distracted. She is quite inexperienced at traveling in the Scarred Wasteland, and she is more than a bit socially awkward. often either talking too fast to be understood or not knowing what to say at al.
@N0B0DY I used a few traits that weren't in your list up there. I hope that's alright.
Character: Leyna
Picture:
Leyna was born in the Scarred Wasteland, but her father had only been visiting at the time, and took her back to the Viridian Labyrinth to raise her. A part of a nomadic clan, they had temporarily made camp in the forest. Though Leyna has spent her whole life traveling with the clan, this year's Riot of Rot is their first time stepping foot in the Scarred Wasteland. Having worshipped the Plaguebringer privately her whole life, Leyna is eager to learn as much as possible about her heritage.
Leyna is an independent dragon with an optimistic nature. Being a Spiral, she has a tendency to be very fast. She is extremely brave and resourceful, never one to shy away from a challenge. Having spent a life on the move, she has acquired a natural compass.
However, she has no fighting skills to speak of, and her great interest and curiosity about the pilgrimage, the Wasteland, and her deity make her quite easily distracted. She is quite inexperienced at traveling in the Scarred Wasteland, and she is more than a bit socially awkward. often either talking too fast to be understood or not knowing what to say at al.
@N0B0DY I used a few traits that weren't in your list up there. I hope that's alright.
((Kai || they/them))
@N0B0DY
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Enjolras stopped in his tracks as he heard the commotion. He traded a look with Grantaire, who shrugged in response; his mate didn't know what that was about, either. Curious, both Imperials approached the gathering, stopping by each of the speakers to see what was going on.
As they heard, Grantaire scoffed, doubtful. Honestly, who would risk getting lost and probably dead in the middle of the Scarred Wasteland, just for a chance at worship, when the Deities would accept offerings in pretty much any temple in Sornieth?
He turned to tell as much to Enjolras, eager to continue their travel to the nearest festivities, but found his lover staring at the distance; his twitching ears showed he was still paying full attention to what the guides were saying. Grantaire sighed; Enjolras [i]was[/i] a child of the Wind Flight, after all. The itch to travel was in his blood, much like the urge to create was in his, along with his own eletric blue eyes.
"Do you wanna go?" The dark dragon asked, snapping his lover out of his trance. Enjolras seemed to consider the possibility for a long moment.
"Yes." the red dragon confirmed, at last. "I know it's not our plans, but..." he looked away, one paw unconsciously coming to brush along one of his scars. There weren't many of them, and they were hard to notice, but the Revolution had taken its toll in Enjolras. And suddently, it all snapped into place in Grantaire's mind.
"You wanna go honor them." he said quietly. Enjolras nodded. He sighed. "Alright. Well, you go ahead then, Enj. I'll stay by the edge of the Wasteland and enjoy the whole festival thing, you can meet me when you're done."
The red dragon nodded, nuzzling his mate one last time before parting ways. They were on the move, had been for a while now; he was used to the weight of his satchel, containing some food and other useful things for travelling. They'd never spent any particularly large amount of time in the Wastelands, but hey, first time for everything, right?
Enjolras listened carefully to each of the guides speaking. He didn't doubt any of their skills, but none of them inspired him into following, at least not right away. Best to [b]check out the place first[/b], scope out as much information about the Wyrmwound as he could, and consider his options.
@N0B0DY
Enjolras stopped in his tracks as he heard the commotion. He traded a look with Grantaire, who shrugged in response; his mate didn't know what that was about, either. Curious, both Imperials approached the gathering, stopping by each of the speakers to see what was going on.
As they heard, Grantaire scoffed, doubtful. Honestly, who would risk getting lost and probably dead in the middle of the Scarred Wasteland, just for a chance at worship, when the Deities would accept offerings in pretty much any temple in Sornieth?
He turned to tell as much to Enjolras, eager to continue their travel to the nearest festivities, but found his lover staring at the distance; his twitching ears showed he was still paying full attention to what the guides were saying. Grantaire sighed; Enjolras was a child of the Wind Flight, after all. The itch to travel was in his blood, much like the urge to create was in his, along with his own eletric blue eyes.
"Do you wanna go?" The dark dragon asked, snapping his lover out of his trance. Enjolras seemed to consider the possibility for a long moment.
"Yes." the red dragon confirmed, at last. "I know it's not our plans, but..." he looked away, one paw unconsciously coming to brush along one of his scars. There weren't many of them, and they were hard to notice, but the Revolution had taken its toll in Enjolras. And suddently, it all snapped into place in Grantaire's mind.
"You wanna go honor them." he said quietly. Enjolras nodded. He sighed. "Alright. Well, you go ahead then, Enj. I'll stay by the edge of the Wasteland and enjoy the whole festival thing, you can meet me when you're done."
The red dragon nodded, nuzzling his mate one last time before parting ways. They were on the move, had been for a while now; he was used to the weight of his satchel, containing some food and other useful things for travelling. They'd never spent any particularly large amount of time in the Wastelands, but hey, first time for everything, right?
Enjolras listened carefully to each of the guides speaking. He didn't doubt any of their skills, but none of them inspired him into following, at least not right away. Best to check out the place first, scope out as much information about the Wyrmwound as he could, and consider his options.
Enjolras stopped in his tracks as he heard the commotion. He traded a look with Grantaire, who shrugged in response; his mate didn't know what that was about, either. Curious, both Imperials approached the gathering, stopping by each of the speakers to see what was going on.
As they heard, Grantaire scoffed, doubtful. Honestly, who would risk getting lost and probably dead in the middle of the Scarred Wasteland, just for a chance at worship, when the Deities would accept offerings in pretty much any temple in Sornieth?
He turned to tell as much to Enjolras, eager to continue their travel to the nearest festivities, but found his lover staring at the distance; his twitching ears showed he was still paying full attention to what the guides were saying. Grantaire sighed; Enjolras was a child of the Wind Flight, after all. The itch to travel was in his blood, much like the urge to create was in his, along with his own eletric blue eyes.
"Do you wanna go?" The dark dragon asked, snapping his lover out of his trance. Enjolras seemed to consider the possibility for a long moment.
"Yes." the red dragon confirmed, at last. "I know it's not our plans, but..." he looked away, one paw unconsciously coming to brush along one of his scars. There weren't many of them, and they were hard to notice, but the Revolution had taken its toll in Enjolras. And suddently, it all snapped into place in Grantaire's mind.
"You wanna go honor them." he said quietly. Enjolras nodded. He sighed. "Alright. Well, you go ahead then, Enj. I'll stay by the edge of the Wasteland and enjoy the whole festival thing, you can meet me when you're done."
The red dragon nodded, nuzzling his mate one last time before parting ways. They were on the move, had been for a while now; he was used to the weight of his satchel, containing some food and other useful things for travelling. They'd never spent any particularly large amount of time in the Wastelands, but hey, first time for everything, right?
Enjolras listened carefully to each of the guides speaking. He didn't doubt any of their skills, but none of them inspired him into following, at least not right away. Best to check out the place first, scope out as much information about the Wyrmwound as he could, and consider his options.
@N0B0DY
Darwin gazed around at the plague festivities with wide-eyed excitement, moving his head from side to side to try and take in all the chaos which thronged around him. Dragon after colorful dragon made their place at his side, surging through the colorfully decorated streets.
He arrived at the entrance of where he was supposed to go.. to explore the wyrmwound. Scanning the area, he listened to each dragon argue, and communicate with each other, flicking his tail back and forth in a rhythmic fashion.
Staring from dragon to dragon he decided to join the group around the second dragon, deciding that the skills to survive the journey would be his best route to go. And that there was something nice and less intimidating about this dragon anyways. As dragons go, Darwin wasn't very strong, or fast, so being prepared for him was his best route.
(2. join the group around the second dragon, and try to pick up some skills to survive the journey)
Darwin gazed around at the plague festivities with wide-eyed excitement, moving his head from side to side to try and take in all the chaos which thronged around him. Dragon after colorful dragon made their place at his side, surging through the colorfully decorated streets.
He arrived at the entrance of where he was supposed to go.. to explore the wyrmwound. Scanning the area, he listened to each dragon argue, and communicate with each other, flicking his tail back and forth in a rhythmic fashion.
Staring from dragon to dragon he decided to join the group around the second dragon, deciding that the skills to survive the journey would be his best route to go. And that there was something nice and less intimidating about this dragon anyways. As dragons go, Darwin wasn't very strong, or fast, so being prepared for him was his best route.
(2. join the group around the second dragon, and try to pick up some skills to survive the journey)
@N0B0DY
Darwin gazed around at the plague festivities with wide-eyed excitement, moving his head from side to side to try and take in all the chaos which thronged around him. Dragon after colorful dragon made their place at his side, surging through the colorfully decorated streets.
He arrived at the entrance of where he was supposed to go.. to explore the wyrmwound. Scanning the area, he listened to each dragon argue, and communicate with each other, flicking his tail back and forth in a rhythmic fashion.
Staring from dragon to dragon he decided to join the group around the second dragon, deciding that the skills to survive the journey would be his best route to go. And that there was something nice and less intimidating about this dragon anyways. As dragons go, Darwin wasn't very strong, or fast, so being prepared for him was his best route.
(2. join the group around the second dragon, and try to pick up some skills to survive the journey)
Darwin gazed around at the plague festivities with wide-eyed excitement, moving his head from side to side to try and take in all the chaos which thronged around him. Dragon after colorful dragon made their place at his side, surging through the colorfully decorated streets.
He arrived at the entrance of where he was supposed to go.. to explore the wyrmwound. Scanning the area, he listened to each dragon argue, and communicate with each other, flicking his tail back and forth in a rhythmic fashion.
Staring from dragon to dragon he decided to join the group around the second dragon, deciding that the skills to survive the journey would be his best route to go. And that there was something nice and less intimidating about this dragon anyways. As dragons go, Darwin wasn't very strong, or fast, so being prepared for him was his best route.
(2. join the group around the second dragon, and try to pick up some skills to survive the journey)
[quote name="KairinRose" date=2017-10-01 17:21:11]
[color=firebrick]Player name: KairinRose
Character: Leyna
Picture:
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=15296027]
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Leyna was born in the Scarred Wasteland, but her father had only been visiting at the time, and took her back to the Viridian Labyrinth to raise her. A part of a nomadic clan, they had temporarily made camp in the forest. Though Leyna has spent her whole life traveling with the clan, this year's Riot of Rot is their first time stepping foot in the Scarred Wasteland. Having worshipped the Plaguebringer privately her whole life, Leyna is eager to learn as much as possible about her heritage.
Leyna is an [b]independent[/b] dragon with an [b]optimistic[/b] nature. Being a Spiral, she has a tendency to be very [b]fast[/b]. She is extremely [b]brave[/b] and [b]resourceful[/b], never one to shy away from a challenge. Having spent a life on the move, she has acquired a [b]natural compass[/b].
However, she has [b]no fighting skills[/b] to speak of, and her great interest and curiosity about the pilgrimage, the Wasteland, and her deity make her quite [b]easily distracted[/b]. She is quite [b]inexperienced[/b] at traveling in the Scarred Wasteland, and she is more than a bit [b]socially awkward[/b]. often either talking too fast to be understood or not knowing what to say at al.
@N0B0DY I used a few traits that weren't in your list up there. I hope that's alright.
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@KairinRose Unique traits are perfectly acceptable! Thanks for your entry and make sure you respond to the [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2282388/1#post_29598583]first prompt[/url] by 17:00 tomorrow!
KairinRose wrote on 2017-10-01:
Player name: KairinRose
Character: Leyna
Picture:
Leyna was born in the Scarred Wasteland, but her father had only been visiting at the time, and took her back to the Viridian Labyrinth to raise her. A part of a nomadic clan, they had temporarily made camp in the forest. Though Leyna has spent her whole life traveling with the clan, this year's Riot of Rot is their first time stepping foot in the Scarred Wasteland. Having worshipped the Plaguebringer privately her whole life, Leyna is eager to learn as much as possible about her heritage.
Leyna is an independent dragon with an optimistic nature. Being a Spiral, she has a tendency to be very fast. She is extremely brave and resourceful, never one to shy away from a challenge. Having spent a life on the move, she has acquired a natural compass.
However, she has no fighting skills to speak of, and her great interest and curiosity about the pilgrimage, the Wasteland, and her deity make her quite easily distracted. She is quite inexperienced at traveling in the Scarred Wasteland, and she is more than a bit socially awkward. often either talking too fast to be understood or not knowing what to say at al.
@N0B0DY I used a few traits that weren't in your list up there. I hope that's alright.
Character: Leyna
Picture:
Leyna was born in the Scarred Wasteland, but her father had only been visiting at the time, and took her back to the Viridian Labyrinth to raise her. A part of a nomadic clan, they had temporarily made camp in the forest. Though Leyna has spent her whole life traveling with the clan, this year's Riot of Rot is their first time stepping foot in the Scarred Wasteland. Having worshipped the Plaguebringer privately her whole life, Leyna is eager to learn as much as possible about her heritage.
Leyna is an independent dragon with an optimistic nature. Being a Spiral, she has a tendency to be very fast. She is extremely brave and resourceful, never one to shy away from a challenge. Having spent a life on the move, she has acquired a natural compass.
However, she has no fighting skills to speak of, and her great interest and curiosity about the pilgrimage, the Wasteland, and her deity make her quite easily distracted. She is quite inexperienced at traveling in the Scarred Wasteland, and she is more than a bit socially awkward. often either talking too fast to be understood or not knowing what to say at al.
@N0B0DY I used a few traits that weren't in your list up there. I hope that's alright.
@KairinRose Unique traits are perfectly acceptable! Thanks for your entry and make sure you respond to the first prompt by 17:00 tomorrow!
@N0B0DY
Cheruvio stood a few yards away from the milling clusters of dragons, head tucked down towards armored chest. He... Hadn't been around this many unknown dragons for quite some time; combining that with the noise of everyone talking and muttering at once made him feel quite like he was caught in a storm with nowhere to turn. Hesitantly he moved towards the groups, looking over the dragons who appeared to be guides for the event.
The Spiral was going on about the possibility of riches; Cheruvio decided that wasn't his style. He had only come to explore. Treasure wasn't high on his priority list, although grabbing something to bring back for the younger dragons would probably make them happy. He moved on.
Next he stopped near the rugged Guardian dressed from head to toe, briefly eyeing the Cleaver strapped to the strange dragon's waist. Carrying a weapon through unpredictable territory earned him some points in Cheruvio's book; he was saving for a weapon himself, since they seemed like a reasonable investment. Better armor would also be smart... He internally slapped himself, displeased. He couldn't afford to drift off like that while traveling to the Wyrmwound. The Guardian was speaking of previous journeys through this territory and lost lives- he seemed knowledgeable about the future trek, and Cheruvio agreed with the scarred veteran. If he had made his way through here multiple times he was trustworthy.
The loud laugh of a Bogsneak dragged him from his musings.
"Well I don't run into too much trouble most of the time. Very little wants to pick on something my size. Sure, there are dangers, but most things know to get out of my way." The Bogsneak rumbled, raising his head.
Cheruvio didn't like that attitude. Being overconfident had the potential to cost your life or the life of another. This he knew well from his time in the Coliseum. His gaze hardened as the Bogsneak went on to speak further, comparing the long, dangerous journey to a hike. Cheruvio didn't like that one bit- if dragons had died on this journey before it could not be taken that lightly.
And the last potential guide. He had an interesting philosophy, but Cheruvio didn't feel quite at ease around him. With a shake of his maned head the Pearlcatcher returned to the Guardian, standing slightly apart from the other dragons. The old Guardian clearly knew what he was doing, and that in itself was encouraging.
(2. join the group around the second dragon, and try to pick up some skills to survive the journey)
Cheruvio stood a few yards away from the milling clusters of dragons, head tucked down towards armored chest. He... Hadn't been around this many unknown dragons for quite some time; combining that with the noise of everyone talking and muttering at once made him feel quite like he was caught in a storm with nowhere to turn. Hesitantly he moved towards the groups, looking over the dragons who appeared to be guides for the event.
The Spiral was going on about the possibility of riches; Cheruvio decided that wasn't his style. He had only come to explore. Treasure wasn't high on his priority list, although grabbing something to bring back for the younger dragons would probably make them happy. He moved on.
Next he stopped near the rugged Guardian dressed from head to toe, briefly eyeing the Cleaver strapped to the strange dragon's waist. Carrying a weapon through unpredictable territory earned him some points in Cheruvio's book; he was saving for a weapon himself, since they seemed like a reasonable investment. Better armor would also be smart... He internally slapped himself, displeased. He couldn't afford to drift off like that while traveling to the Wyrmwound. The Guardian was speaking of previous journeys through this territory and lost lives- he seemed knowledgeable about the future trek, and Cheruvio agreed with the scarred veteran. If he had made his way through here multiple times he was trustworthy.
The loud laugh of a Bogsneak dragged him from his musings.
"Well I don't run into too much trouble most of the time. Very little wants to pick on something my size. Sure, there are dangers, but most things know to get out of my way." The Bogsneak rumbled, raising his head.
Cheruvio didn't like that attitude. Being overconfident had the potential to cost your life or the life of another. This he knew well from his time in the Coliseum. His gaze hardened as the Bogsneak went on to speak further, comparing the long, dangerous journey to a hike. Cheruvio didn't like that one bit- if dragons had died on this journey before it could not be taken that lightly.
And the last potential guide. He had an interesting philosophy, but Cheruvio didn't feel quite at ease around him. With a shake of his maned head the Pearlcatcher returned to the Guardian, standing slightly apart from the other dragons. The old Guardian clearly knew what he was doing, and that in itself was encouraging.
(2. join the group around the second dragon, and try to pick up some skills to survive the journey)
@N0B0DY
Cheruvio stood a few yards away from the milling clusters of dragons, head tucked down towards armored chest. He... Hadn't been around this many unknown dragons for quite some time; combining that with the noise of everyone talking and muttering at once made him feel quite like he was caught in a storm with nowhere to turn. Hesitantly he moved towards the groups, looking over the dragons who appeared to be guides for the event.
The Spiral was going on about the possibility of riches; Cheruvio decided that wasn't his style. He had only come to explore. Treasure wasn't high on his priority list, although grabbing something to bring back for the younger dragons would probably make them happy. He moved on.
Next he stopped near the rugged Guardian dressed from head to toe, briefly eyeing the Cleaver strapped to the strange dragon's waist. Carrying a weapon through unpredictable territory earned him some points in Cheruvio's book; he was saving for a weapon himself, since they seemed like a reasonable investment. Better armor would also be smart... He internally slapped himself, displeased. He couldn't afford to drift off like that while traveling to the Wyrmwound. The Guardian was speaking of previous journeys through this territory and lost lives- he seemed knowledgeable about the future trek, and Cheruvio agreed with the scarred veteran. If he had made his way through here multiple times he was trustworthy.
The loud laugh of a Bogsneak dragged him from his musings.
"Well I don't run into too much trouble most of the time. Very little wants to pick on something my size. Sure, there are dangers, but most things know to get out of my way." The Bogsneak rumbled, raising his head.
Cheruvio didn't like that attitude. Being overconfident had the potential to cost your life or the life of another. This he knew well from his time in the Coliseum. His gaze hardened as the Bogsneak went on to speak further, comparing the long, dangerous journey to a hike. Cheruvio didn't like that one bit- if dragons had died on this journey before it could not be taken that lightly.
And the last potential guide. He had an interesting philosophy, but Cheruvio didn't feel quite at ease around him. With a shake of his maned head the Pearlcatcher returned to the Guardian, standing slightly apart from the other dragons. The old Guardian clearly knew what he was doing, and that in itself was encouraging.
(2. join the group around the second dragon, and try to pick up some skills to survive the journey)
Cheruvio stood a few yards away from the milling clusters of dragons, head tucked down towards armored chest. He... Hadn't been around this many unknown dragons for quite some time; combining that with the noise of everyone talking and muttering at once made him feel quite like he was caught in a storm with nowhere to turn. Hesitantly he moved towards the groups, looking over the dragons who appeared to be guides for the event.
The Spiral was going on about the possibility of riches; Cheruvio decided that wasn't his style. He had only come to explore. Treasure wasn't high on his priority list, although grabbing something to bring back for the younger dragons would probably make them happy. He moved on.
Next he stopped near the rugged Guardian dressed from head to toe, briefly eyeing the Cleaver strapped to the strange dragon's waist. Carrying a weapon through unpredictable territory earned him some points in Cheruvio's book; he was saving for a weapon himself, since they seemed like a reasonable investment. Better armor would also be smart... He internally slapped himself, displeased. He couldn't afford to drift off like that while traveling to the Wyrmwound. The Guardian was speaking of previous journeys through this territory and lost lives- he seemed knowledgeable about the future trek, and Cheruvio agreed with the scarred veteran. If he had made his way through here multiple times he was trustworthy.
The loud laugh of a Bogsneak dragged him from his musings.
"Well I don't run into too much trouble most of the time. Very little wants to pick on something my size. Sure, there are dangers, but most things know to get out of my way." The Bogsneak rumbled, raising his head.
Cheruvio didn't like that attitude. Being overconfident had the potential to cost your life or the life of another. This he knew well from his time in the Coliseum. His gaze hardened as the Bogsneak went on to speak further, comparing the long, dangerous journey to a hike. Cheruvio didn't like that one bit- if dragons had died on this journey before it could not be taken that lightly.
And the last potential guide. He had an interesting philosophy, but Cheruvio didn't feel quite at ease around him. With a shake of his maned head the Pearlcatcher returned to the Guardian, standing slightly apart from the other dragons. The old Guardian clearly knew what he was doing, and that in itself was encouraging.
(2. join the group around the second dragon, and try to pick up some skills to survive the journey)
@N0B0DY
4. Inquire about the last dragon's supplies. Maybe she has something useful.
Mahere flutters to and fro, looking at each dragon and listening to their initial pitches--but ultimately, it's the fae that she draws closer to. Perhaps it's the comfort of familiar body language and the talk of mysteries that draws her interest. The crystals and plants attract her attention--the crystals especially, for the simple shine and sparkle alone. Even if they aren't useful, it would be interesting to study, useful to bring home.
"What sorts of supplies do you have?"
4. Inquire about the last dragon's supplies. Maybe she has something useful.
Mahere flutters to and fro, looking at each dragon and listening to their initial pitches--but ultimately, it's the fae that she draws closer to. Perhaps it's the comfort of familiar body language and the talk of mysteries that draws her interest. The crystals and plants attract her attention--the crystals especially, for the simple shine and sparkle alone. Even if they aren't useful, it would be interesting to study, useful to bring home.
"What sorts of supplies do you have?"
@N0B0DY
4. Inquire about the last dragon's supplies. Maybe she has something useful.
Mahere flutters to and fro, looking at each dragon and listening to their initial pitches--but ultimately, it's the fae that she draws closer to. Perhaps it's the comfort of familiar body language and the talk of mysteries that draws her interest. The crystals and plants attract her attention--the crystals especially, for the simple shine and sparkle alone. Even if they aren't useful, it would be interesting to study, useful to bring home.
"What sorts of supplies do you have?"
4. Inquire about the last dragon's supplies. Maybe she has something useful.
Mahere flutters to and fro, looking at each dragon and listening to their initial pitches--but ultimately, it's the fae that she draws closer to. Perhaps it's the comfort of familiar body language and the talk of mysteries that draws her interest. The crystals and plants attract her attention--the crystals especially, for the simple shine and sparkle alone. Even if they aren't useful, it would be interesting to study, useful to bring home.
"What sorts of supplies do you have?"
