Quests & Challenges

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=15720543][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/157206/15720543_350.png[/img][/url] [i]Curling[/i][/center] Inhale. Exhale. The established and accepted pain-nullifier potions that Qualia had decided to take for the time preparing and during the games were serving her well enough, fortunately. Curling, or chess on ice as it was known to some, took a great deal of focus, all the niggling concerns of the mundane seemed to fade. It helped that the indoor arena meant it wasn't as necessary to dress for arctic temperatures as it was for some of the other events. A curler needed to choose their course before beginning the glide across the ice with the granite stone. By then Qualia would expect the curler to be focussing on the moment to release the stone, and on setting it turning. After that it would be in the hands of the two sweepers. The third end was coming to a close, and the Light team were shooting the last stone. Their opponents had two stones in house: one central and one on the near-side of the periphery, while they had one at the far-side of the periphery. The stone went down, but the angle was off. It hit the nearer of the two opposing stones, and while it was taken out of the scoring rings, their opponents kept their central stone and won the end. Qualia shook her head. Indicating that they should brush it off. At least seven more ends remained till the game was over. During the following end, the team managed to knock an opposing stone out of the rings and, with some frantic sweeping from their player at the far end of the ice, send their stone sliding into a promising position. Each team had a stone in front of house impeding any route to it. Qualia watched to see what move the other team would make in response.

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=29109531][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/291096/29109531.png[/img][/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=25555187][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/255552/25555187.png[/img][/url][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=25864940][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/258650/25864940.png[/img][/url][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=44676429][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/446765/44676429.png[/img][/url] [b]Day 4 - CURLING[/b][/center] Following his success as last year's second-placer, Dante has been appointed the captain of the Disillusionists' curling team. His teammates are untried, however, and the three of them exchange anxious grins. They shiver a bit, partly due to the arctic wind sweeping across the ice and partly due to nervousness. "It's my first time playing, too," Frostlyn says, trying to encourage her friends. Taksidian chimes in, "Yeah, but I been pushing a broom for ages; this'll be a slice of pie." Despite his confident words, however, his grin wobbles a little bit. Olympe reassures them, "I've been playing this since I was a hatchling. It'll be easy -- and we've got Dante to lead us!" The others toss in their own words of support. Dante, however, is quiet, his head cocked. Listening, listening... "They're ready for us. Shall we go?" And with a sweep of the head, he motions that they should move onto the ice.

[center]Ice Hockey [columns][color=transparent] . . . . . . . . . .[nextcol][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=31882939] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/318830/31882939p.png[/img] [/url][nextcol][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=33599601] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/335997/33599601p.png[/img] [/url][nextcol][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=34141012] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/341411/34141012p.png[/img] [/url][nextcol][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=34162754] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/341628/34162754p.png[/img] [/url][nextcol][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=35647243] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/356473/35647243p.png[/img] [/url][/columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=31882937] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/318830/31882937_350.png[/img] [/url] [/center]It was time to play some ice hockey! Roxy stepped onto the ice with his team. [i]"Okay... So here's how we'll play."[/i] The Skydancer whispered to his team. [i]"Me, Reggi and Moony will be at the front. Juno and Yuno can play defense. And, um... Skyrra can be the goaltender."[/i] Most of the team didn't seem to have any problems with this arrangement. Skyrra just scoffed lightly. [i]"I hope this isn't your way of calling me fat." "It's not..."[/i]Roxy winced. [i]"Yeah, yeah. I know. I was just joking around."[/i] The Guardian shrugged. Then, she looked at Reggi. [i]"And make sure you actually aim for the other team's goal this time! If you hit the puck like all those times during practice, you'll end up shooting it all the way across the [b]arctic[/b]!" [i]"Lies! I'll have you know that I'm amazing at scoring!"[/i] Reggi puffed his chest up. [i]" Now are we gonna play some hockey or what?"

[center][b]Day 4- Alpine Skiing- Slalom[/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=14038353] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/140384/14038353_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] Gazer had been eager for a chance to finally participate in the games herself. Her mate, Kelran, had been pushed into attempting the Ski Jump many years ago, but so far, the Mirror had completely sat out the Winter Games. Well, that was all going to change right now. Gazer would prove that she could compete with the best of them. That said, she almost had second thoughts as she pushed herself up to the starting gate and felt a blast of arctic wind hit her right in the face. As much as she had bundled herself up to stay warm, somehow it never seemed to be enough around these parts. Still, Gazer would steady herself, gripping her ski poles as tightly as she could. As soon as the gate was flung open, she leapt through onto the steep mountainside, and within seconds, she was out of sight!

[center]Cross-Country Skiing [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=45411923] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/454120/45411923_350.png[/img] [/url] Baskerville rarely went out in the day. Most of his clanmates had never seen him in the light, much less the diamond light of winter that bounced off the snow and sparkled in his fur. They couldn't stop from staring as he put on his goggles and tossed his mane to shake loose some of the snow that had gathered there. He was quite well equipped for cross-country. He had enough stamina to last him till the end of the course and even beyond. His thick, heavy, [u]arctic[/u]-evolved fur both insulated him against the cold and weighed his skis down enough in the right direction to boost his speed. He'd put on mittens just for the occasion; they'd help him grip the poles without the cold of the metal seeping into his pawpads. [i]The only thing is[/i], the rest of the clan thought as he waddled his way up to the starting line, [i]does he have the dexterity to pull this off?[/i] He had gotten his skis stuck in the snowdrifts several times just making the short slide to the line. He was finally there, but he'd dropped one of his poles, and while leaning over to retrieve it, his left ski ripped out of the snow causing Baskerville to fall over and the rest of the tundras to have snow flung into their coats. He righted himself quickly amidst grumbling from the other competitors. It would certainly be an interesting event. [/center]

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=34890231] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/348903/34890231_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Luge [/b] The wait was always the hardest. Just like the arctic circle waits many months for sunlight, Vernal waited for the buzzer. That ear splitting sound would indicate the start of another chaotic decent back to the ground. This was what drew Vernal to the sport. The excitement, the speed, the sharp snow tearing across his snout, was what he lived for. He hated being away from it. Vernal looked at the clock, only 8 more minutes until his team was able to load into their sleigh. The next buzzer would reunite him with his beloved rush of adrenaline. He fidgeted as he watched the other team start their decent. If his teammate and him could get to around 150 kilometres an hour during their run, they should be able to win. He couldn’t wait to taste victory, but mostly the snow blown into his mouth!

[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46326187] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/463262/46326187_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Ski Jumping[/b] Krabat shivered against the arctic temperatures as the icy wind whipped his scarf from left to right. Up here on the jump it felt much colder than on the ground due to the wind chill. He looked down the jump and felt both trepidation and excitement. There were few things where he felt more free than while doing ski jumping! He had nothing to lose (except for the intactness of his bones.) Popping one of his special homemade lemon-chili-drops into his mouth (he had christened them "Bonfire Bonbons" and they kept you nice and toasty from within), he stared ahead and adjusted his protective goggles against the wind. [i]'No black magic, only aerodynamics,'[/i] he thought before pushing himself off the ramp and rushed towards the valley with the festive tents.

[b]Day 4: Cross-Country Skiing[/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=17585039] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/175851/17585039_350.png[/img] [/url] Northwind was hatched in a smallish lair located on the Snowsquall Tundra. She learned early on to use snow shoes and long skis to navigate the frozen substrate, so naturally she decided to enter the winter games of her homeland as a cross-country skier. "The Arctic Scrub looks so vibrant this year" she said out loud as she made her way through the giant snow-covered evergreens. She had fond memories of exploring this very forest, and nibbling on the pale green plant. She stopped to tear off a small piece and took a bite. "Tastes exactly like I remember", she said, munching thoughtfully. Resuming her trek she felt peaceful but energetic, thoroughly enjoying the scenery of her youth.

[center]Ice Hockey [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=37262327] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/372624/37262327_350.png[/img] [/url] [/center] Huzzah loved games. Anything that involved bouncing, flying, leaping, she was all over. So when she heard about hockey, she knew she just had to try! She loved racing along the ice, whacking the puck with her hockey stick. The day was here in the cold arctic climate and she was bursting with excitement!

[center][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2596028/4#post_37446149]Day 1[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2596028/8#post_37458370]Day 2[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2596028/14#post_37481317]Day 3[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2596028/15#post_37487659]Day 4[/url] | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7[/center] ----- [font=1] Header arrangement - Thanks/Credits/Inspired by Gravebloom [/font] Day 4. Cross-country skiing [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=29282093] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/292821/29282093_350.png[/img] [/url] It is said that when you deceive the eyes, the mind will follow. This cannot be anymore accurate as the returning gold-medalist in the cross-country skiing cateogory, Ruby, dance her way through the course, all the while weaving together a very spectacular fire performance. They were in the [b]Artic[/b], but with so many fire strands forming beautiful moving sculptures, it felt like they were in a volcanic region, or at the very least, in the middle of a big forest fire. That's what Eiyora thought as she watched on speechlessly, and could only hope Ruby doesn't bring on an actual forest fire.