Raffles & Giveaways

@xpadfootx [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=27547809] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/275479/27547809_350.png[/img] [/url] This was Syrup's first secret santa, and she was stuck. Friendly by nature she already knew most of the dragons in the clan, and in her excitement had been planning out gifts for each dragon days in advance. She would get Kaleido a telescope if she was her match, Fathom would love some salted seaweed, Sakura liked flowers of any colour and Tansa was currently collecting pebbles. The only dragon she hadn't planned for was one she never really saw, forgot about her existence a lot honestly, and that was Carwyn. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=25180900] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/251810/25180900_350.png[/img] [/url] Carwyn was on the coliseum team, out fighting monsters and protecting the clan from beastclan all day. She was stoic, and awkward and liked to keep to herself. Thinking of a good gift for her would be difficult, but Syrup was determined to make her first secret santa a successful one. As she pondered the perfect gift she traveled, hoping to come upon something great. Under the protection of the second coliseum team member, Oasis, she traveled the fields and found beautiful flowers - but Carwyn didn't seem very delicate or appreciative of fragile things. She traveled to the forest and found sweet fruits, but Carwyn only ate fish. Syrup journeyed deep mines and found precious gems, dark caves and found luminous mushrooms, rocky mountains and found hard-as-scales armor - would this be a good gift? Carwyn already had good armor though... She finally found herself in scorched land, Oasis was tiring and they had to find shelter. after some time they came across another dragon tribe, they were friendly and let both Syrup and Oasis stay. The clan was welcoming, Syrup wasted no time getting to know everyone. Two of the most intimidating dragons were fearsome ridgebacks, they'd just had a nest and Syrup met and played with the hatchlings. The parents spoke of their previous children, how they had left home to become fierce and strong. The more time Syrup spent with the hatchlings and their parents, the more she noticed how strikingly similar they looked to someone she knew... A few days later Syrup and Oasis left the tribe, now with a new addition to the party. The parents had told more stories, they had mentioned the names of their grown children who had left. They had expressed their desire to see their newest batch explore and find their own path. And Syrup figured Carwyn could use some back up in the field, and who better to have your back than family? Her secret santa gift was the most surprising in the whole clan, and everyone agreed that it was the best. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=28974344] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/289744/28974344_350.png[/img] [/url]

@xpadfootx @minty *cracks knuckles* time for Plague-to-Arcane cultural shock featuring an anxious wildclaw and the gatherers! Anyone? [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/273928/27392759.png[/img] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/251509/25150813.png[/img] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/29457/2945637.png[/img] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/261941/26194099.png[/img] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/256265/25626428.png[/img] Nobody knew exactly whose idea it was to do a Secret Santa event. Some say it's the jester with his endless supply of entertainment ideas, others say it's the familiar keeper from his Beastclan friends. Whatever the case, after some difficulty with drawing names out of a hat ("What's this? A note from ants?" one of the ridgebacks snorted as he tried his best to read the tiny letters), most dragons were happy with their gifting victim. Unless you count the newer arrivals, that is. "Peleides?" Wyte whispered in horror to the rest of the gatherers. "Isn't she the matriarch?" One of the skydancers -Leigh- huffed slightly from the wildclaw's willingness to bend the don't-tell rule. "Then you're lucky. Breeze-brain accepts just about anything." Wyte glanced around wildly, fearing that the fae was somewhere nearby listening. "But isn't she above us all? I can't just give her [i]anything[/i]! She might get offended and exile me, or send me to the Arcanist, or..." The messenger sitting nearby, Variolae, burst into laughter. "Or feed you to her taxidermy moth collection? Seriously? Have you actually met her in person? I'm quite surprised. You've got butterfly wings." The wildclaw folded his wings back self-consciously. "W-what about it?" Leigh rolled her eyes. "She's obsessed over butterflies and moths. Probably stacked the vault full of them. If you really need something specific to give her, go outside and catch a few butterflies. She'd be overjoyed." "On a serious note, though, Peleides is the most hopeful and accepting leader a dragon can ask for," Onyx, the other wildclaw in the group, added. "She has her short-tempered moments, yes, but there's really nothing to fear. Just treat her with about as much respect as you treat other dragons and she'd be happy with you. There's no 'the strongest and most obedient survive' rules here." Wyte thanked his fellows and left them alone to have a moment. He was pretty sure the last time he passed a thistle bush in Shadow territory he saw a whole cluster of lunar moth eggs around.

[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=21381296] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/213813/21381296_350.png[/img] [/url] Zinnia shook off snow from her cape and hood. It felt so good to be back home. But that felling quickly evaporated once she stepped into the main room. Christmas decorations filled the room. Christmas! How could she have forgotten. She was startled to see all the presents under the tree. A present for every dragon but the one she was supposed to have gotten. Her panick only intensified when she could not remember who she had drawn. All day long she kept trying to remember who she admitted defeat and went to find Deoarm. He had the master list since there always seemed to be someone who forgot who they had. Deaorm was in the library room. Zinnia stood in the entrance for a short while. It always surprised how a giant of dragon was so careful with the books. Deaorm put down the book he was looking at. “Zinnia! You have come back from your travels. This is great. I hope you will write another book on your adventures.” “I plan to. Have to give something for the younger ones” She laughed. “Deoarm, I um…. Forgot who my giftee was…. Do you know who I have?” Zinnia asked. “Let me look.” Deaorm pulled out a small book from a pouch that was hidden beneath his great cloak. He turned several pages. “Ah here it is. Well this is awkward. It looks like you have me. Deoarm’s eyes twinkled. “So what are you going to get me?” Zinnia stammered. “I don’t know” and she left completely at a lost. What could she get the head of the clan. He had everything he wanted. He had lots of books. He had… Suddenly she smiled. She knew what to get him. She hurried off to her room where she kept her writing supplies.

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oops forgot to ping you my post is right above this one.

@kriski

Breshcandra, #10, #1

@xpadfootx @minty [b]December 8 Roleplay Event[/b] [b]Dramatis Personae[/b] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=7852458][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/78525/7852458.png[/img][/url] [nextcol]Princess, an experienced warrior who is the self-appointed leader of the clan. Arrogant, a perfectionist, and a bit high strung. [/columns] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=7852459][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/78525/7852459.png[/img][/url] [nextcol]Buttface, her well-meaning but incompetent mate. [/columns] You are walking through the Mire one day when you see a sparkle out of the corner of your eye. Upon further investigation, it appears to be a cleaver, buried halfway to the hilt in the mud. There's a note attached to the handle that reads "I hope this holiday season finds you well. I know this isn't quite what you asked for, but one can never have too many sharp, pointy objects. Regards, Princess" You, being the kind and generous dragon that you are, decide to return the item to its proper owner. Thankfully, finding said owner isn't too difficult; the tracks in the mud are still fresh. A fifteen minute walk leads you out of the swamp and into a small forest. A beautiful Coatl, draped in the finest jewels, and a rather unfortunately-colored Wildclaw, dressed in full armor, are arguing in the center of a clearing. "What do you mean you lost it? It was a Cleaver. It was almost as big as you are. How could you [i]lose [/i]that?" The Coatl demands. The Wildclaw winces. "It must have fallen in the Mire while we were--" "Buttface, you complete nincompoop! The Mire is a swamp. How are we ever going to find one item in an entire swamp? You are a disgrace to Wildclaws--no, to [i]all [/i]dragons [i][b]everywhere[/b][/i]!" "Excuse me," you say, holding up the lost item in question, "I think I may have found--" But the dragons are too busy quarreling to hear you. If both dragons are planning to ignore you anyway, you figure you might as well sit back and enjoy the show. The Coatl is in fine form today. She appears to be winning the argument, despite being half the size of her Wildclaw companion. The Wildclaw is doing his best to sink into the ground, looking miserable. "I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS!" the Coatl finally screams, storming off in a huff. "Princess, waaaaiiit! I'm sorry, I'll fix it, I promise," the Wildclaw calls, running after her. Well... that was certainly an experience. You are one Cleaver richer, so you suppose you shouldn't complain. You feel a pang of sympathy for whoever was the intended recipient of this gift... but it was a very odd gift anyway. Surely it won't be missed too much. [ETA: And I just realized that I misread the prompt. Oops. Hopefully this is close enough? To answer the actual prompt: Princess and Buttface replace their lost gift with another sword. Does the recipient even [i]want [/i]a sword? "Who cares," says Princess, "they're getting one anyway!" Buttface is banned from carrying it this time.]

@xpadfootx @Minty [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=18696385] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/186964/18696385_350.png[/img] [/url] Holly flitted to and fro, darting around her little niche in the lair as she pondered what to get her lairmate for the holidays. Some were just so difficult to gather and shop for! As the keeper of the wishlist, it was her duty to know what everyone wanted and to be able to get something perfect for anyone and everyone! But Viktoria, she was so difficult. She was always grumbling and grousy, and it really did not help that she glared at most her lairmates like she wanted nothing more than to deck the halls with strings of entrails. Their entrails. Holly giggled as she pondered what Viktoria might get *her* parter, and then promptly hoped she wasn't that partner! But she had to get her something she'd like! Something with bones or skulls, but she alrady had so many! And she had a sword. Why did she have to be so difficult! But then it struck her. She know what she'd get her. Battle stones would make her even better in battle, and there were a few that Viktoria had yet to imbue. Bubbling with excitement, Holly winged her way out of the lair. She'd find the perfect stone. Holly only hoped that the mirror wouldn't use it to rip the entrails from another lairmate! But that's what Gaia was for. @kriski #3

@minty, @xpadfootx [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=17738061] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/177381/17738061_350.png[/img] [/url] [i] Celeste was sitting in her room, thinking over and over again. Her task sounded easy : she had to gift another clan member, a Spiral named [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=47846&tab=dragon&did=21540980]Elska[/url]. Her first reaction was : who is that dragon ? See, Celeste is the quiet, lone warrior type, and she was rarely seen bonding with others. As a result, she barely knows the names of half of the clan members. And she knows their tastes even less. But she was ready to change that, because she refused to fail her mission. She asked a clan member who was passing by about that Elska dragon. Sadly, they couldn't really help since they weren't familiar with him. So she decided to ask another dragon, and another dragon, and another dragon... Before she realised it, she had asked most of the clan about her giftee tastes. All she learned was that Elska was a flirty, kinda vain dragon ; not really the kind of person she would get along with. But she had a better idea for a gift now. She departed for the Woodland Path to train. Before she could unsheathe her katana, she smelled a captivating scent. Sakura Owls feathers. She suddenly had an idea : why not a perfume ? A womanizer would be glad with this kind of gift, would they not ? And so, the hunt begins. Later, she gave a sack full of Sakura Owls feathers to the clan alchemist, so they could craft a perfume for the Spiral. While waiting for Elska's soon-to-be gift to be ready, she tried to guess what kind of gift she would receive. And she remembered how she asked everyone around for help. It was the first time she felt that close to her fellow clan members. Hidden behind her helmet was a wide grin that none could witness. It seemed that she already had received her gift, afterall.[/i] @kriski Marinna, #9