Quests & Challenges

[b]Cross-Country Skiing[/b] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=19649173][img] http://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=19649173&skin=8412&apparel=15303,20559,20557,20562,553,20560&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url][/center] The wind whipped through Skadi’s thick winter coat as she pushed forwards, skimming across the thick snows of the course. Though she’d started out feeling confident after winning a silver medal in this event at the previous Games, she knew that she couldn’t grow complacent. They were around the middle of the event, which in her opinion was one of the toughest points of the entire race – with the initial adrenaline-rush of the start of the race gone, her energy flagging after so long doggedly skiing onwards over the undulating terrain and still a long way to go before she could stop and rest. Still, she kept forging onwards, listening to the hiss of her skis over the top of the ice and watching each rasp of breath turn to clouds before her eyes. Despite the burn of exerted muscles and the effort, it felt good to be back in the Southern Icefield again for the Winter Games. Regardless of whether she won or lost, she was glad to have come back home, for however brief a time, to experience the fresh chill of the air and the beauty of the frozen landscape. The thought spurred her on and she attacked the next upward slope with renewed enthusiasm.

Day Six- Luge [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=16057060] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/160571/16057060_350.png[/img] [/url] Etna wasn't entirely sure how she'd been talked into doing this. She was a Fire dragon- Ice was her natural enemy in so many ways. Not to mention that being part furnace didn't exactly make her the most maneuverable creature. But there were those in her clan who wished for her to show that even Fire dragons could perform well in the games, and the Luge event seemed to be the best fit for her. The event officials exchanged nervous glances with each other as the mighty Guardian climbed onto her sled. The heat that radiated from her threatened to melt the ice on the track. Fortunately, two Tundra dragons were quick to work a spell on the sled that would protect it and its surroundings somewhat. The ice around Etna shimmered, then seemingly turned to crystal as the magic went to work. Satisfied that she wasn't about to cause the track to melt, Etna gave herself a push and started on her way down the slope, leaving a trail of smoke and embers in her wake. ---------------------------------------- @JinxMoonstone By the way, I checked the spreadsheet, and my entry from yesterday, the 31st, seems to be missing. I'm wondering if I forgot to submit the form for that day?

[b]Figure Skating[/b] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=76758][img] http://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=76758&skin=0&apparel=28376,22684,28373,13776,2504,22820,28397,1792,22822,29004,28998&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url][/center] “Stop worrying,” [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=76757]Askr[/url] said for what seemed like the hundredth time. Hela turned and gave her brother a stern look – which was relatively easy, given the severe bony carapace that covered her face. “Easy for [i]you[/i] to say,” she said. He wasn’t the one about to step out onto the ice in front of hundreds – thousands? – of spectators. The thing was, she didn’t [i]enjoy[/i] being the focus of attention. Other dragons were so often scared of her for the way she looked. She was starting to regret ever deciding to put her name down for the Figure Skating competition. “You have nothing to worry about,” her brother soothed, coming up beside her and gesturing at the mirror. “You look beautiful.” “I still think I should have worn some kind of mask,” she muttered. However, she had to admit that the bone-white of her face did look striking against the circlet of roses on her head. Askr had spent what seemed like hours perfecting her costume, despite the fact that she’d come to him for help at the last minute, barely willing to admit that she was taking part – let alone why. And that was the other reason to be nervous. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=382756]Mimir[/url] would be in the audience. If she was truly honest with herself, it wasn’t the stares of the countless strangers that she was worried about. It was him. The whole of her routine was for him – an expression of the feelings she harboured but could not otherwise express. That was why she’d asked Askr for out-of-season roses and why she’d chosen to dress herself in glittering red. She wasn’t sure Mimir would even understand, and if he did she had no idea if he could ever reciprocate. “You don’t need one,” Askr said. He touched her shoulder. “It’s time.” Hela nodded, took a deep breath, and tried to put aside her thoughts as she picked up her skates and headed out to face the music. [s]Let’s just pretend that those visible Tatters are a piece of the costume or something, I couldn’t find a nice way to hide them, augh![/s]

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40548195] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/405482/40548195_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] A glossy wildclaw surveyed the rink as if she owned it, though in fact it was her first time there. Though her face was serene, she sneered inwardly at all the “pretty” skaters in their fancy frills. So many Skydancers, SO predictable for [b]figure skating[/b]! And it’s true that [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/31293888]Pastelleth[/url] had wowed them last year, (though she hadn’t medaled,) all lovelorn emotion and grace, but oh, hadn’t the judges gotten sick of all that delicate mush? That one Nocturne had some energy, she’d grant … but [b]Ephemerath[/b] had something different in mind! Ice, cold and smooth, just like her, slick, dangerous … She would dance the danger of ice, [i]crystal[/i] sharp, with powerful, fast-paced music, the treachery of a frozen lake, so beautiful on the surface, ready to drop the unwary to their death, Up the frosted mountain, as the melody soared, wreathed in mist, strange shapes in the distance, down deep into a crevasse, moving waters stilled in frozen falls, all ending in silence, isolated and fierce. To the wild burst of a frenzied crescendo she spun and whirled to end abruptly in statue stillness, just as the music ceased, in perfect time. As the crowd roared approval, she broke her pose and skated towards the exit. Absorbed in self-satisfaction, it was minutes before she realized she was hearing her name. She turned to spot a fair Skydancer, looking like another contestant but for lack of ice skates. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=242017&tab=dragon&did=47042898]Cloudsofth[/url]’s eyes glowed as she gushed “You were magnificent!” Indeed she was, Ephemerath thought, but what came out was a stammered “Th-thanks! I.. didn’t know anyone was here from the Weyr…” “Oh, yes, there’s a [i]bunch[/i] of us! We’re going to catch the skiing next, but I knew you’d be on soon, so I told them we [i]had[/i] to stop and see you first… and they’re [i]so[/i] glad we did, [i]everyone[/i] was impressed!” But Ephemerath didn’t register it. Cloudsofth knew when she’d be on…? How … The Skydancer continued “.. and I, uh, [i]we[/i] were hoping you’d come with us when you were done here.” She paused then, and waited expectantly. “Sure,” Ephemerath managed, “just let me get out of these skates..” She hoped her blush wasn’t noticeable.

[b]Curling[/b] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=2447075][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/24471/2447075.png[/img][/url][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=4909449][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/49095/4909449.png[/img][/url][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=9050750][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/90508/9050750.png[/img][/url][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=8857778][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/88578/8857778.png[/img][/url] Nera ~ Corvus ~ Orion (Skip) ~ Nightwing[/center] Nera couldn’t quite stop fidgeting, and every time he shifted on the ice he wound up slipping and very nearly embarrassing himself. He couldn’t help feeling nervous. They were nearing the end of their match – and while it was only the first round of the competition, they were doing rather well. He glanced back towards the stands, where his parents were sitting: Skald with his eyes fixed on the action while he offered Daell a blow-by-blow account of everything that happened to make up for his lack of sight. He caught Nera’s eye and gave a little wave, and a moment later Daell also raised his claws and the frills around his head in a wave and unmistakable proud smile. “Our turn,” Corvus prompted, nudging him, as Nightwing took up her position with her feet against the hacks. Nera gripped his broom and moved to the far side of the curling sheet, opposite Corvus, and focused his attention on Orion who was using his broom to indicate where the stone ought to land in the house. Nightwing pushed off and Nera followed suit, sliding along on the smoothed sole of one shoe in tandem with Corvus until she finally released the stone. He darted forwards to smooth the stone’s path with his broom – until Orion yelled at them to stop instead of brushing and he pulled back, letting the stone settle in between two others, gently nudging one of the opposing team’s stones. It was a good shot – good enough to win them this end. But they still had more work to do to win the match. [center]Team Uniform [outfit=696221][/center] [s]I have no idea if I got the curling terms right, I did research but it's very late here and I'm confused.[/s]

[b]Speed Skating[/b] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=2236933][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=2236933&skin=10491&apparel=12915,20588,24230,24229,13793,12929,12936,24233,21822,20561,13785&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url][/center] The sliding click of skate blades on ice filled Skald’s ears as he took off from the starting line with his wings pulled in tight against his body and his head tipped to minimise the drag from his antlers. He found his pace as he rounded the first corner, turning smoothly into it with his clawtips to the ice as his feet crossed and re-crossed, speeding across the ice. Exhilaration sang in his blood as he pushed into the long strokes of the straight and leaned into the next corner. The first lap was over already. The speed was breathtaking. The corners and straights whipped by in a blur. The stands were reduced to flashes of colour in his peripheral vision. He was aware only of how many laps he’d completed – how many were left to go – his rivals – the hiss of his skates over the crystal sheet of ice. He pushed forwards as he took the next corner, sliding in alongside a Light dragon then skimming past – and into the lead. He was dimly aware of the announcers shouting, the crowd howling, but that paled into the background as he focused on his opponent right on his heels. He slid around the final corner and leapt forwards, throwing caution to the wind and thrusting his leg out in front of him as he shot across the finish line.

[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 6 - Cross-Country Skiing Next entry... [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2596028/31#post_37541813]Day 7 - Ski Jumping[/url] 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/2596028/21#post_37508295]Day 5 - Ice Hockey[/url][/columns] [center]Fireclaw [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2611305/60#post_37523565]had a strange encounter[/url] with the cat from The Shade's dimension after the daily Cats' Choice Award challenge that turned out to be explosive, and once he came home he was exhausted. Once again back in his comfy bed, he promptly fell asleep, but had the most strange dream. In the dream he was holding a [u][b]crystal[/b][/u] ball, and within it he could see Fluffy's strange house on the hill in The Shade's dimension, there was also a box, and he could hear meowing that echoed through the crystal. In the morning he woke up surprisingly well-rested, but left wondering if he had seen a vision or if it was just a regular dream. He asked his new familiar, the wisp, if they wanted to come with him, but they seemed comfortable in their bauble. Inspired by dream, he told them that he would bring a fancy stand in which to put the bauble on, just like a [emoji=crystal ball]. The wisp swirled and twirled happily around him before returning to their bauble. Unknown had already left the guestroom, and Glacynea and Clarity where still sleeping, so he decided to head alone to the Winter Games where he today would take on the Cross-Country Skiing event. The weather had cleared up a bit, and skiing around the icy landscape seemed like a nice way to clear his head. The event was despite that rough, and with the Games' explicit prohibition of magic during the competitions he finished the event feeling cold and exhausted, despite being dressed in warm winter clothes. Still, he had a nice time during the event, and afterwards he rested for a bit by a warm fireplace with a cup of hot cocoa and some traditional pastries from The Southern Icefields before heading to the Cats' Choice Awards for his daily challenge.[/center]

@RemanLT

The time setting on the spreadsheet isn't the same as FR time. I have a Day Five- Ski Jumping entry from you that corresponds to the 31st. And 6 total entries.

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=32158018] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/321581/32158018_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Draxxor[/b] [i]Ski Jumping[/i][/center] "[color=Purple]Hello![/color]" A chirp sounded below the attendant. They looked down to see a tiny fae dragon bundled up in pastel jackets. "[color=Purple]I'm here for ski jumping![/color]" It chirped in the same high pitched monotone. It was grating on the ears, though the dragon itself seemed to be friendly. "[color=Purple]I'm Draxxor, from the Skyways Clan within the Wind Flight. May I have my number?[/color]" "Why yes, let me find you on the list..." The attendant scrolled down the list to find the name and discovered a series of notes next to the clan section. Strange dragons, psychopaths, hyper chatter boxes... the list went on. They did a double take at the little fae in front of them. It was... just your average fae dragon. "Here you are," they handed a number to Draxxor. "You'll be out in about an hour, understood?" "[color=Purple][u]Crystal[/u] clear, thank you.[/color]" ...And that was that.

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=3468122] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/34682/3468122_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [center][b]Gaëtane - Luge[/b][/center] Gaëtane steadied herself in her sled, perched on the precipice of the starting line. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with icy air. The day was crystal clear. She'd never tried luge before, but it stood to reason reflexes and agility developed fighting monsters transferred to the track. If not, oh well. She was sure the rush would be fun.