Quests & Challenges

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=36671690] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/366717/36671690_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Speed-Skating with Cessi[/b] [u][b]Info[/b][/u] Cessi strongly believes she hatched in the wrong flight. Golems, Electricity, Metalwork and the smell fo of Thunderstorms felt much more natural for her....and the speed some creations are possible to make. With her mechanical wings, she can already fly faster an easier than before so skating as fast as possible sounds like the next experiment to her! [u][b]Day 5[/b][/u] She had trained till the dead of Night on her skating skills, on the way she had to hold her body, how to balance on the skates when she needed to turn, how to move her legs for optimizing all these together. It was hard, even harder with claws like her and without mechanical help. The race was about to start, the suit was perfect, the skates tight and she could use her selfmade speedometer for testing, it was build in suit without a display, so were the rules for that agreement. Pulling down her glasses, walking to the start line and greet her rivals with a quick node, she was ready to be wild, fast and quick on her feet like a wolf on the hunt. The signal was given, Cessi speeded away, but some other dragons were faster than her, she had to build up more speed! The first turn came, she might have a chance, going into it with a much tighter bend, trying to get past maybe one or two while forcing her legs and arms top go overdirve, she managed to get a bit more ahead when the racetrack became straight again. [i]Oh boi, thats harder than finding a lost screw in my workshop![/i] The race was not over, she still had chances and she is headon on taking them. [/center] [size=2]Note for me: 5/8 events done | 5/7 daily posts done - [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2596028/3#post_37442018]Curling with Auriel[/url] - [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2596028/9#post_37460937]Figure Skating with Bufura[/url] - [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2596028/11#post_37468265]Luge with Starnight[/url] - [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2596028/16#post_37490481]Ski Jumping with Gecko[/url] - Speed-Skating with Cessi (This)[/size]

[columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=15039999] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/150400/15039999_350.png[/img] [/url][nextcol][u][b]Fireclaw - The Victor on Fire[/b][/u] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Bi7rn0J.png[/img] [u][b]You are reading... Day 5 - Ice Hockey Next entry... Day 6 - N/A Previous days... [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2596028/4#post_37445744]Day 1 - Intro + Curling[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2596028/8#post_37459832]Day 2 - Speed Skating[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2596028/13#post_37477689]Day 3 - Luge (Sledding)[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2596028/17#post_37493355]Day 4 - Figure Skating[/url][/b][/u][/center][/columns][center]Fireclaw [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2611305/54#post_37507585]had quite the adventure[/url] the other day after the Cats' Choice Awards daily challenge, that involved no less than sneaking his head into a dimension created by The Shade. He was exhausted, and after Unknown had made him recall every single detail he could recall of that strange world he went to sleep in his comfy bed. The [u][b]moon[/u][/b] shone gently through the window, and the [u][b]wolf[/b][/u] pelts he was laying on were warm and soft. The next day he was alone in the guestroom - Unknown must have sneaked out early to investigate whatever connection some of the cats of the Fortress of Ends had with The Shade, and what The Icewarden was hiding in his icy fortress. Fireclaw couldn't stop thinking about everything that was happening, so he decided to clear his head by doing one of the activities he loved the most, roughhousing! or rather, its sporty equivalent, Ice Hockey. He was matched with cool teammates and they had a great time together during the matches. He ended up a bit roughed up, so he made sure to find Clarity after his final match to be patched up. She gave him a stern talking to for always being so reckless, but he didn't mind that, since he had fun doing all these things and he appreciated that his friends cared so much about him. And so, off he went to the Cats' Choice Awards to see what they had in store for him today.[/center]

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=995504] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/9956/995504_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] Day 5 [center]Curling[/center] As the captain of a pirate ship, Tajarak was a natural choice for skip in clan's curling team. The most important position, with all the responsibility, and blame, in case of failing in a significant way. He was ready to take it all, be the one team will look up to. At the night of the eclipse he heard wolf's cry. Buriza, a member of curling team and a crewmate from pirate ship, declared this a good omen. Team will eclipse the entire house with their stones.

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=3831792] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/38318/3831792_350.png[/img] [/url] [i]Ice Hockey[/i][/center] Aiden wasn't sure how he had gotten himself roped into a game of ice hockey. One moment ago he and Nadia were strolling through the festival, and then Nadia had left to use the restroom, and while he was waiting for her a bulky Guardian had grabbed him by the arm, asking him where in the Shade's name had he been, and didn't he know it was almost game time, and if they didn't get going [i]now [/i]their team would be disqualified from the tournament. Which was why Aiden was currently standing in front of a hockey goal and decked out in full hockey gear. The Guardian had dragged him to the ice rink before Aiden could explain himself, and when he finally got there the team seemed so anxious about not being able to play that Aiden didn't have the heart to tell them they'd gotten the wrong dragon. So he had put on his protective gear and ice skates, and counted himself lucky that he was the goalie and not one of the players moving around on the ice.[i] I know hockey can be a...rather violent sport, but being goalie can't be too bad, right?[/i] Aiden tried to reassure himself. As he looked at all the gigantic dragons around him though, all glowering and snarling, he felt his confidence fade. [i]Let's hope this game ends quickly,[/i] Aiden thought as the buzzer sounded.

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46211268] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/462113/46211268_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [center][b]Ainikki - Hockey[/b][/center] The receptionist manning the sign up stand studied the dragon leaning on her desk carefully. She was a somewhat burly dragon. Four crests hung suspended from her neck and her skin was peppered with. . . complicated growths. Yes, best to just think of those as skin growths. She wrote with her muscular arm braced against the table. One of her regular arms. The receptionist was trying not to look at the uh, less regular arm. In short order, the dragon pushed the completed form back. The receptionist skimmed it. Something about it made her pause. "Um, ma'am? You are aware ice hockey is a team sport? There's only one name here." Ainikki flexed her rotclaw. Sinew bulged and thick talons curled like scorpion's tails. Then she smiled, like a wolf. "Don't worry about it."

[center][size=5]Slalom[/size] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=25239828] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/252399/25239828_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] Lucas grinned. He had nearly forgotten his love for competition. He didn't just enjoy winning, like Sunburst might; he just liked pitting his skills against those of his peers. There was still some time left before he was scheduled to go. Lucas checked the leaderboards and noted the top score. The time to aim for. Already on his skis and ready, he slid up to the starting line and closed his eyes, "seeing" the course with his aura sight and planning his route. The glare off the snow made him squint when he opened his eyes again. Maybe he would do better just working with auras. It didn't feel right to, though, since it would give him an advantage. He imagined having scheduled a night run instead, but dismissed that - he was ready now, and night would only be worse for normal vision than the glare. Lucas remembered that the top few dragons on the leaderboard had been wearing tinted goggles. Well, his powers would be no more of an advantage than that. When his starting bell sounded, he closed his eyes and pushed off down the slope.

[center] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=7330670] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/73307/7330670_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Ice Hockey[/b] Arao finished strapping on his protective gear, and turned to regard the rest of his team. It was formed mostly of recruits who, in addition to their basic training in the Mire, had now been enlisted to fill out the rest of Steorrwidh's hockey team. [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/478766/47876565.png[/img] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/478766/47876566.png[/img] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/277311/27731077.png[/img] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/487215/48721480.png[/img] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/478443/47844252.png[/img] The looks on their faces implied that most of them would much prefer being in the Mire. The only one who looked remotely stoked was Magnus, and even his enthusiasm had been dampened by the revelation that they could [i]not[/i] wear spikes on their armor. "A glorious night for a fight, yeah?" Arao said, banging his hockey stick on the ice. The grin on his maw was the hungry one a wolf gives while it is on the hunt. With a roar, he pushed off and skated forward to meet the opposing army, er, team. [/center]

[b]Apocrita - Luge (Sledding)[/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=45122592] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/451226/45122592_350.png[/img] [/url] Apocrita had spent much of her childhood sledding down the hills of the Sunbeam Ruins, and had later taken to sled racing down the cliffs around the clan territory. The younger members of the clan would call her a natural, but she'd spent several years falling off hills and sleds and cliffs to get where she was today. While she had spent time in the southern icefields before, it always amazed her how much easier it was to sled down a hill of snow than grass or a rocky cliffside - she had spent much of last night practicing, getting used to the ease in which she could now control her sled, careful not to oversteer. Now that the moment was here, the race was practically hers - as she pushed off, she felt could keep up with anyone even with the penalty of being on her grassy homegrounds. Plus, she had a bet to win.

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=43000638] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/430007/43000638_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] The Icewarden's domain was, well, not Phosphor's first choice. The Fortress of Ends was one of the few things she feared, and so she had spent most of Clan Lucerna's vacation here safe in the log cabin they had rented. It was warm, and safe, and cozy. Even better, it was free of blizzards and angry gaolers and the frigid winter night. Still, she had a bet, and she wasn't one to let those slip by her. So she'd put aside her paranoia, steeled herself, and went to sign up for curling. The competition would be fierce, but wouldn't it be wonderful to steal a victory?

[b]Speed Skating[/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=23488773] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/234888/23488773_350.png[/img] [/url] Caniad had been watching the other speed skating matches and believed she had this event figured out. All she had to do was put on shoes with sharp lengths of metal on the soles and glide clockwise around an oval as fast as possible without falling, flying, or using magic. Piece of cake; all she had to do was think of herself as a deer being chased by a [b]wolf[/b]...hmmm...maybe it would be better to think of trying to save a hatchling from said wolf. Yes! That was the idea. She laced up the skates and took her place at the start/finish line. Her heart began to beat faster as she waited for the race official to signal the start of the race. "On your mark...Get set...GO!" Caniad stumbled the first few steps, then found her rhythm and was holding her own against her opponent. They crossed the finish line neck and neck. She hoped her time would be enough to get her a medal, but she would have to wait more than one [b]night[/b] before finding out.