Pinglist and toss results for all those that have paid have been updated through KairinRose!
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Sidegrinder
It's not easy to calculate the value of a toss, given that it's entry into a daily raffle + entry into a final raffle + badges + small trinkets dependent on an RNG. For guaranteed value, it's up to you if you like the armor badges and the mystery of the plant bottles this year. The rest is pretty much a raffle.
If you're not interested in your tosses, that's absolutely fine. I haven't yet received any Burning Embers from you, so your toss results are not yet posted.
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Canisa
(Sunday continued)
Fuller looked between Quadrangla and the forge quickly, a bit of methane sliding out from her nostrils as she tried to decide what to do. It was a policy to let attendees use their own magics or physical abilities or even familiars to help with their tosses, but this might be going a little too far. Or perhaps not.
She sighed.
"Might want t' be careful," she settled on saying, keeping her tone conversational,
"This forge is older'n some a' th' lava fields 'ere. It's got its own sort a' magic, an' usually it... reacts... when folks use too much around it."
As if the embers heard them, one of the bottles on the stand shattered from nothing but a quick temperature change.
"Ah, yeah, glass can be fickle. Don't really use it except fer this game, since it'll do that," Fuller chuckled and shook her head.
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MissNevermind
Cait blinked slowly a few times, head bobbing as he watched water drip from the spiral to the obsidian floor.
"What... what happened to you? Did someone douse you when you set fire? You know, I thought the twins at that Lunky Dip game shouldn't be so close to the lava pools..." Cait's voice trailed off, and he shook himself out.
"Right. You want to play, don't you? I'll take your embers, just line yourself up behind the bellows. Push down, breath the bellows over the embers, and send sparks into the bottles. And don't worry - those seeds need the fire. I'm pretty sure. Well, mostly certain."
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Scatterspark
The little fae back-winged when the ridgeback gave him a wink. It took a nod of encouragement from Fuller before he dared drift closer, magicking the other dragon's embers into the stands in front of the bellows.
"Uhm, well, you can try. I'm not sure what you might consider a perfect score. All broken? All ignited? All ignited with a perfect landing of the spark inside of them without a single fleck of ember outside the bottle? I've only seen one dragon manage that first one today." Like most fae, his voice was even and without tonal change, which certainly left that last sentence up to interpretation whether or not it was a challenge!
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OrkFree
The snapper had cheerfully set the ridgeback up with her bellows and aligned her embers, and had otherwise given her space. Some dragons really needed time to focus, treating the forge game much like an art.
When the ridgeback did make her move, Fuller nodded approvingly and collected the ignited bottles for her.
"Nicely done! An' sorry about th' heat. I kinda forget with th' thick hide an' always bein' in th' forge!"