THE PLAGUE FLIGHT IS DOMINATING!
TOPIC | [RoR] Explore the Scarred Wasteland 2019
@3idolon
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[b]My explorer is[/b]: Ragrima
[b]My map marker is[/b]: [emoji=tundra happy size=1]
[b]I am searching for[/b]: Materials
THE PLAGUE FLIGHT IS DOMINATING!
@3idolon
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[b]My explorer is[/b]: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=54203040]
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[b]My map marker is[/b]:[emoji=cauldron size=1]
[b]I am searching for[/b]: Other
[i]Optional for RPers[/i]: If wanting to RP please dm me <:
[b]I will be moving my map marker again today for the purpose of RP[/b]: Yes
[b]My RP post[/b]: The blind seeker gingerly touches the ground with her claws flicking her tongue out smelling the air, she was on the hunt for something other than food today. She wondered what she would find slinking around by the wyrmwood..
@3idolon
My explorer is:
My map marker is:
I am searching for: Other
Optional for RPers: If wanting to RP please dm me <:
I will be moving my map marker again today for the purpose of RP: Yes
My RP post: The blind seeker gingerly touches the ground with her claws flicking her tongue out smelling the air, she was on the hunt for something other than food today. She wondered what she would find slinking around by the wyrmwood..
My explorer is:
My map marker is:
I am searching for: Other
Optional for RPers: If wanting to RP please dm me <:
I will be moving my map marker again today for the purpose of RP: Yes
My RP post: The blind seeker gingerly touches the ground with her claws flicking her tongue out smelling the air, she was on the hunt for something other than food today. She wondered what she would find slinking around by the wyrmwood..
@vanillaicecream1
Hey there! :3 one can join at any time as each day is largely independent of the next. Please feel free to submit an introduction form for your dragon explorer, and a search form for your first discovery.
It may be several hours before prizes are sorted today so please feel free to make a writing prompt or respond to another's if you are interested in RP. The more interactive conversations, the more likely explorers are to uncover valuable items.
Hey there! :3 one can join at any time as each day is largely independent of the next. Please feel free to submit an introduction form for your dragon explorer, and a search form for your first discovery.
It may be several hours before prizes are sorted today so please feel free to make a writing prompt or respond to another's if you are interested in RP. The more interactive conversations, the more likely explorers are to uncover valuable items.
@vanillaicecream1
Hey there! :3 one can join at any time as each day is largely independent of the next. Please feel free to submit an introduction form for your dragon explorer, and a search form for your first discovery.
It may be several hours before prizes are sorted today so please feel free to make a writing prompt or respond to another's if you are interested in RP. The more interactive conversations, the more likely explorers are to uncover valuable items.
Hey there! :3 one can join at any time as each day is largely independent of the next. Please feel free to submit an introduction form for your dragon explorer, and a search form for your first discovery.
It may be several hours before prizes are sorted today so please feel free to make a writing prompt or respond to another's if you are interested in RP. The more interactive conversations, the more likely explorers are to uncover valuable items.
@3idolon
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[b]My explorer is[/b]: Gremlin
[b]My map marker is[/b]: [emoji=rhino beetle size=1]
[b]I am searching for[/b]: Food (Insects)
@Captainsaviathan
(Please excuse grammar/spelling mistakes, currently on mobile) 10/7 exploration
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Zorn approached a delightfully disturbing ridgeback, admiring the juxtaposing opaqueness, overtaken by solid patches in rich, deep purples. Was he living? Undead? Is it a curse, or is it natural? He stared perhaps longer than was polite at his belly where wholly formed structures were visible.
"Ahem... Pardon. Hello there! I happened upon a lost little companion in my guided tour and wonder if you might provide them with a new home?"
[Item=cloud nymph][/center][/quote]
@Captainsaviathan
(Please excuse grammar/spelling mistakes, currently on mobile) 10/7 exploration
Zorn approached a delightfully disturbing ridgeback, admiring the juxtaposing opaqueness, overtaken by solid patches in rich, deep purples. Was he living? Undead? Is it a curse, or is it natural? He stared perhaps longer than was polite at his belly where wholly formed structures were visible.
"Ahem... Pardon. Hello there! I happened upon a lost little companion in my guided tour and wonder if you might provide them with a new home?"
(Please excuse grammar/spelling mistakes, currently on mobile) 10/7 exploration
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Zorn approached a delightfully disturbing ridgeback, admiring the juxtaposing opaqueness, overtaken by solid patches in rich, deep purples. Was he living? Undead? Is it a curse, or is it natural? He stared perhaps longer than was polite at his belly where wholly formed structures were visible.
"Ahem... Pardon. Hello there! I happened upon a lost little companion in my guided tour and wonder if you might provide them with a new home?"
@Kryptica
(Love your UN btw!) 10/7 Exploration
[Quote][center]A fae observed the traveler from her perch atop one of the land's great fangs.
"You've traveled quite close to the heart of all diseases..."
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She fluttered from her vantage point to observe the other. There was admiration in the subtle flex of her crests. "Your color is murky and dense as though of this land. You bear the webbing of the spider, much sacred to my clan." She extended a claw in greeting. "... You could almost belong to us."
Without waiting for a return gesture, she extracted a gift from her many layers of ragged cloth.
"Please accept this as thanks for your visit."
[Item=iron treasure chest][/center][/quote]
@Kryptica
(Love your UN btw!) 10/7 Exploration
(Love your UN btw!) 10/7 Exploration
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A fae observed the traveler from her perch atop one of the land's great fangs.
"You've traveled quite close to the heart of all diseases..."
She fluttered from her vantage point to observe the other. There was admiration in the subtle flex of her crests. "Your color is murky and dense as though of this land. You bear the webbing of the spider, much sacred to my clan." She extended a claw in greeting. "... You could almost belong to us."
Without waiting for a return gesture, she extracted a gift from her many layers of ragged cloth.
"Please accept this as thanks for your visit."
"You've traveled quite close to the heart of all diseases..."
She fluttered from her vantage point to observe the other. There was admiration in the subtle flex of her crests. "Your color is murky and dense as though of this land. You bear the webbing of the spider, much sacred to my clan." She extended a claw in greeting. "... You could almost belong to us."
Without waiting for a return gesture, she extracted a gift from her many layers of ragged cloth.
"Please accept this as thanks for your visit."
@aurallene
10/7 exploration (thank you for your patience!)
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From amongst the twisted, grasping roots of Rotrock Rim, a tundra padded into view. He mulled over the increased frequency of visitor encounters in the last few days, contemplating their meaning. From a blink to a moment he found himself before a curious fae... Curious gaze. Curious garb. He was intrigued.
"Greetings. You are my third unexpected guest." He gave a lopsided grin, exposing pointed fangs in a neat little row. From beneath his helm his eyes seemed to swirl and burn as though they were of flame and smoke.
"I've found a few things in my territory here. I am beginning to wonder if some visitors have been lost."
The tundra extracted a wearable item from the waist of his skull-adorned kilt. He set its pieces upon a snare of ground in offering with a peculiar smile, now even and unsettling.
"Not really my style."
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@aurallene
10/7 exploration (thank you for your patience!)
From amongst the twisted, grasping roots of Rotrock Rim, a tundra padded into view. He mulled over the increased frequency of visitor encounters in the last few days, contemplating their meaning. From a blink to a moment he found himself before a curious fae... Curious gaze. Curious garb. He was intrigued.
"Greetings. You are my third unexpected guest." He gave a lopsided grin, exposing pointed fangs in a neat little row. From beneath his helm his eyes seemed to swirl and burn as though they were of flame and smoke.
"I've found a few things in my territory here. I am beginning to wonder if some visitors have been lost."
The tundra extracted a wearable item from the waist of his skull-adorned kilt. He set its pieces upon a snare of ground in offering with a peculiar smile, now even and unsettling.
"Not really my style."
10/7 exploration (thank you for your patience!)
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From amongst the twisted, grasping roots of Rotrock Rim, a tundra padded into view. He mulled over the increased frequency of visitor encounters in the last few days, contemplating their meaning. From a blink to a moment he found himself before a curious fae... Curious gaze. Curious garb. He was intrigued.
"Greetings. You are my third unexpected guest." He gave a lopsided grin, exposing pointed fangs in a neat little row. From beneath his helm his eyes seemed to swirl and burn as though they were of flame and smoke.
"I've found a few things in my territory here. I am beginning to wonder if some visitors have been lost."
The tundra extracted a wearable item from the waist of his skull-adorned kilt. He set its pieces upon a snare of ground in offering with a peculiar smile, now even and unsettling.
"Not really my style."
@3idolon
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[b]My explorer is[/b]: Torrent
[b]My map marker is[/b]: [emoji=apple size=1]
[b]I am searching for[/b]: Apparel
[i]Optional for RPers[/i]:
[b]I will be moving my map marker again today for the purpose of RP[/b]: Yes
[b]My RP post[/b]: (Post later)
@3idolon
My explorer is: Torrent
My map marker is:
I am searching for: Apparel
Optional for RPers:
I will be moving my map marker again today for the purpose of RP: Yes
My RP post: (Post later)
My explorer is: Torrent
My map marker is:
I am searching for: Apparel
Optional for RPers:
I will be moving my map marker again today for the purpose of RP: Yes
My RP post: (Post later)
[size=2]@Antigen - Used Your RP Hook![/size]
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She had been flying less than fifteen minutes when she met her first local citizen of the plaguelands. Well, “met” is an improper term; Kiliac spied him galloping across the marred terrain below her. Though she was perfectly content to press onwards, his behavior puzzled her. He was tossing, every so often, parcels and crates, scattering them amidst thorn-bushes and the jutting bones of long-dead prey. A small crowd of eager dragons poked from concealed dens in his wake, gathering up the boxes and retreating just as fast as they had appeared.
Kiliac grinned and adjusted her course. This was what she was here for; the culture and practices of Plague had no equal in any other flight.
As she soared a bit closer, she could hear the dragon yelling as he ran, the same words again and again,
[center][b]"FOOD! FOOOOD!
RUN 'EM FAST, CATCH 'EM SLOW!
BE A FOOL TO LET 'EM GO!
FOOOD!”[/b][/center]
She dropped a bit lower on a downdraft, just about close enough to select one of the parcels that was to her liking. She would greatly enjoy not having to hunt tonight. As the eager distributor ran a second arc past her, she swooped down and snatched a large cage full of struggling animals as he tossed it before pressing back towards the open sky, calling out some customary thanks to the runner.
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She reminisced on her flight towards a distant grotto that would make a fine shelter for the night, recalling memories from her early days. There were food runners even then, setting out from the richest clans in a sort of charity to the lesser fortunate. Though most established plague dragons would come to frown on such a practice, it was the way many got their start. And, now, Kiliac would enjoy that rustic hospitality again as she settled in for the night.
The grotto was, indeed, an uninhabited place. Though it was a narrow fit, Kiliac could just squeeze through the entrance and into the broader ravine below. She chose a ledge not too far from the sky lest she need a quick escape before setting about in the sort of behavior that would soon become an every-day pattern: making camp.
As a guardian, she had little to fear from being open to the elements on account of her thick hide, so she skipped a few steps and went straight for making a fire. The dead trees scattered around the surface were perfectly dry and brittle, making excellent tinder. One spark from her flint-kit and a sizable bonfire flared to life on the ledge.
The hours that followed were spent largely in the evaluation and preparation of the prey she had been generously granted. The animals inside the crate she had nabbed were rather standard fare for the Scarred Wasteland: slender and wiry without a lot of fat to speak for. The quantity of them surprised her greatly, however, and she concluded the first day of her vacation with what was practically a feast, all things considered. Even being choosy about what meat she consumed, there was still a great deal of food left for the next day, and more than a fair share of bones. Though the sky had grown dark, Kiliac respected her birth clan’s own traditions and scattered the left-over carcasses about the surface to feed beast and dragon alike.
Feeling fulfilled, she retreated back to her camp and curled inwards protectively, falling asleep the instant she was settled.
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@Antigen - Used Your RP Hook!
She had been flying less than fifteen minutes when she met her first local citizen of the plaguelands. Well, “met” is an improper term; Kiliac spied him galloping across the marred terrain below her. Though she was perfectly content to press onwards, his behavior puzzled her. He was tossing, every so often, parcels and crates, scattering them amidst thorn-bushes and the jutting bones of long-dead prey. A small crowd of eager dragons poked from concealed dens in his wake, gathering up the boxes and retreating just as fast as they had appeared.
Kiliac grinned and adjusted her course. This was what she was here for; the culture and practices of Plague had no equal in any other flight.
As she soared a bit closer, she could hear the dragon yelling as he ran, the same words again and again,
She dropped a bit lower on a downdraft, just about close enough to select one of the parcels that was to her liking. She would greatly enjoy not having to hunt tonight. As the eager distributor ran a second arc past her, she swooped down and snatched a large cage full of struggling animals as he tossed it before pressing back towards the open sky, calling out some customary thanks to the runner.
She reminisced on her flight towards a distant grotto that would make a fine shelter for the night, recalling memories from her early days. There were food runners even then, setting out from the richest clans in a sort of charity to the lesser fortunate. Though most established plague dragons would come to frown on such a practice, it was the way many got their start. And, now, Kiliac would enjoy that rustic hospitality again as she settled in for the night.
The grotto was, indeed, an uninhabited place. Though it was a narrow fit, Kiliac could just squeeze through the entrance and into the broader ravine below. She chose a ledge not too far from the sky lest she need a quick escape before setting about in the sort of behavior that would soon become an every-day pattern: making camp.
As a guardian, she had little to fear from being open to the elements on account of her thick hide, so she skipped a few steps and went straight for making a fire. The dead trees scattered around the surface were perfectly dry and brittle, making excellent tinder. One spark from her flint-kit and a sizable bonfire flared to life on the ledge.
The hours that followed were spent largely in the evaluation and preparation of the prey she had been generously granted. The animals inside the crate she had nabbed were rather standard fare for the Scarred Wasteland: slender and wiry without a lot of fat to speak for. The quantity of them surprised her greatly, however, and she concluded the first day of her vacation with what was practically a feast, all things considered. Even being choosy about what meat she consumed, there was still a great deal of food left for the next day, and more than a fair share of bones. Though the sky had grown dark, Kiliac respected her birth clan’s own traditions and scattered the left-over carcasses about the surface to feed beast and dragon alike.
Feeling fulfilled, she retreated back to her camp and curled inwards protectively, falling asleep the instant she was settled.
She had been flying less than fifteen minutes when she met her first local citizen of the plaguelands. Well, “met” is an improper term; Kiliac spied him galloping across the marred terrain below her. Though she was perfectly content to press onwards, his behavior puzzled her. He was tossing, every so often, parcels and crates, scattering them amidst thorn-bushes and the jutting bones of long-dead prey. A small crowd of eager dragons poked from concealed dens in his wake, gathering up the boxes and retreating just as fast as they had appeared.
Kiliac grinned and adjusted her course. This was what she was here for; the culture and practices of Plague had no equal in any other flight.
As she soared a bit closer, she could hear the dragon yelling as he ran, the same words again and again,
"FOOD! FOOOOD!
RUN 'EM FAST, CATCH 'EM SLOW!
BE A FOOL TO LET 'EM GO!
FOOOD!”
RUN 'EM FAST, CATCH 'EM SLOW!
BE A FOOL TO LET 'EM GO!
FOOOD!”
She dropped a bit lower on a downdraft, just about close enough to select one of the parcels that was to her liking. She would greatly enjoy not having to hunt tonight. As the eager distributor ran a second arc past her, she swooped down and snatched a large cage full of struggling animals as he tossed it before pressing back towards the open sky, calling out some customary thanks to the runner.
She reminisced on her flight towards a distant grotto that would make a fine shelter for the night, recalling memories from her early days. There were food runners even then, setting out from the richest clans in a sort of charity to the lesser fortunate. Though most established plague dragons would come to frown on such a practice, it was the way many got their start. And, now, Kiliac would enjoy that rustic hospitality again as she settled in for the night.
The grotto was, indeed, an uninhabited place. Though it was a narrow fit, Kiliac could just squeeze through the entrance and into the broader ravine below. She chose a ledge not too far from the sky lest she need a quick escape before setting about in the sort of behavior that would soon become an every-day pattern: making camp.
As a guardian, she had little to fear from being open to the elements on account of her thick hide, so she skipped a few steps and went straight for making a fire. The dead trees scattered around the surface were perfectly dry and brittle, making excellent tinder. One spark from her flint-kit and a sizable bonfire flared to life on the ledge.
The hours that followed were spent largely in the evaluation and preparation of the prey she had been generously granted. The animals inside the crate she had nabbed were rather standard fare for the Scarred Wasteland: slender and wiry without a lot of fat to speak for. The quantity of them surprised her greatly, however, and she concluded the first day of her vacation with what was practically a feast, all things considered. Even being choosy about what meat she consumed, there was still a great deal of food left for the next day, and more than a fair share of bones. Though the sky had grown dark, Kiliac respected her birth clan’s own traditions and scattered the left-over carcasses about the surface to feed beast and dragon alike.
Feeling fulfilled, she retreated back to her camp and curled inwards protectively, falling asleep the instant she was settled.
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@3idolon
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[b]My explorer is[/b]: [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2761257/8#post_40878197]Kiliac[/url]
[b]My map marker is[/b]: [emoji=red vial size=1]
[b]I am searching for[/b]: Materials
[i]Optional for RPers[/i]:
[b]I will be moving my map marker again today for the purpose of RP[/b]: No
[b]My RP post[/b]:
The next day dawned bright and hot.
KIliac woke quickly, cast a wary glance around her, and then began to tidy the ledge she had used as camp. It wasn’t a long job, just a few minutes spent in sweeping away the fire’s ashes and any further remnants of her presence. She left the grotto as she found it: snarled and ragged, but empty.
The sky was a particularly nice shade of hazy red, swirled with a faint trace of lime green as Kiliac clawed her way from the narrow entrance to the ravine. Such bright days rarely visited the Scarred Wasteland; quite a scenic start to the first full day of her tour. She appreciated it.
Her first priority for the morning was water, and there was plenty to be had from the Sea of a Thousand Currents. With wings sore from previous long hours of flight, Kiliac opted to walk and enjoy the fresh morning miasma on her way to the jutting cliffs a few miles south.
Kiliac’s mind churned with ideas, trying to lay a proper path for her journey. Of course, there were basic necessities to account for first, but she couldn’t resist thinking about the various landmarks and settlements she wished to see once again.
The thought of long roads nudged her mind towards the thought of transportation. She didn’t worry for herself—she had been graced with travel-hardened muscles aplenty—but the goods and souvenirs she would likely accrue would be difficult to transport without some sort of vehicle. As the waves of the Sea became visible on the horizon, she was struck with an idea to build a cart of sorts, like a rickshaw. They were ever popular for way-men here in the Wasteland, and Kiliac was certain she could find more than enough materials on the more fruitful border.
She made her way down the cliffs to drink and refill her waterskins, all the while preparing blueprints in her mind for a wonderfully makeshift wagon to house her treasures as she wandered through her homelands. When she was once more within the bounds of the Scarred Wasteland, she set busily to work scouring the landscape for useful items. A strange sense of giddiness washed over her as she looked; for the first time in years, she felt a true sort of joy again.
It was going to be a fantastic vacation.
@3idolon
My explorer is: Kiliac
My map marker is:
I am searching for: Materials
Optional for RPers:
I will be moving my map marker again today for the purpose of RP: No
My RP post:
The next day dawned bright and hot.
KIliac woke quickly, cast a wary glance around her, and then began to tidy the ledge she had used as camp. It wasn’t a long job, just a few minutes spent in sweeping away the fire’s ashes and any further remnants of her presence. She left the grotto as she found it: snarled and ragged, but empty.
The sky was a particularly nice shade of hazy red, swirled with a faint trace of lime green as Kiliac clawed her way from the narrow entrance to the ravine. Such bright days rarely visited the Scarred Wasteland; quite a scenic start to the first full day of her tour. She appreciated it.
Her first priority for the morning was water, and there was plenty to be had from the Sea of a Thousand Currents. With wings sore from previous long hours of flight, Kiliac opted to walk and enjoy the fresh morning miasma on her way to the jutting cliffs a few miles south.
Kiliac’s mind churned with ideas, trying to lay a proper path for her journey. Of course, there were basic necessities to account for first, but she couldn’t resist thinking about the various landmarks and settlements she wished to see once again.
The thought of long roads nudged her mind towards the thought of transportation. She didn’t worry for herself—she had been graced with travel-hardened muscles aplenty—but the goods and souvenirs she would likely accrue would be difficult to transport without some sort of vehicle. As the waves of the Sea became visible on the horizon, she was struck with an idea to build a cart of sorts, like a rickshaw. They were ever popular for way-men here in the Wasteland, and Kiliac was certain she could find more than enough materials on the more fruitful border.
She made her way down the cliffs to drink and refill her waterskins, all the while preparing blueprints in her mind for a wonderfully makeshift wagon to house her treasures as she wandered through her homelands. When she was once more within the bounds of the Scarred Wasteland, she set busily to work scouring the landscape for useful items. A strange sense of giddiness washed over her as she looked; for the first time in years, she felt a true sort of joy again.
It was going to be a fantastic vacation.
My explorer is: Kiliac
My map marker is:
I am searching for: Materials
Optional for RPers:
I will be moving my map marker again today for the purpose of RP: No
My RP post:
The next day dawned bright and hot.
KIliac woke quickly, cast a wary glance around her, and then began to tidy the ledge she had used as camp. It wasn’t a long job, just a few minutes spent in sweeping away the fire’s ashes and any further remnants of her presence. She left the grotto as she found it: snarled and ragged, but empty.
The sky was a particularly nice shade of hazy red, swirled with a faint trace of lime green as Kiliac clawed her way from the narrow entrance to the ravine. Such bright days rarely visited the Scarred Wasteland; quite a scenic start to the first full day of her tour. She appreciated it.
Her first priority for the morning was water, and there was plenty to be had from the Sea of a Thousand Currents. With wings sore from previous long hours of flight, Kiliac opted to walk and enjoy the fresh morning miasma on her way to the jutting cliffs a few miles south.
Kiliac’s mind churned with ideas, trying to lay a proper path for her journey. Of course, there were basic necessities to account for first, but she couldn’t resist thinking about the various landmarks and settlements she wished to see once again.
The thought of long roads nudged her mind towards the thought of transportation. She didn’t worry for herself—she had been graced with travel-hardened muscles aplenty—but the goods and souvenirs she would likely accrue would be difficult to transport without some sort of vehicle. As the waves of the Sea became visible on the horizon, she was struck with an idea to build a cart of sorts, like a rickshaw. They were ever popular for way-men here in the Wasteland, and Kiliac was certain she could find more than enough materials on the more fruitful border.
She made her way down the cliffs to drink and refill her waterskins, all the while preparing blueprints in her mind for a wonderfully makeshift wagon to house her treasures as she wandered through her homelands. When she was once more within the bounds of the Scarred Wasteland, she set busily to work scouring the landscape for useful items. A strange sense of giddiness washed over her as she looked; for the first time in years, she felt a true sort of joy again.
It was going to be a fantastic vacation.
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