Raffles & Giveaways

[size=2]I saved this one until last because I was looking forward to it. :D[/size] [b]Curling[/b] [br][center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=2816790][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/28168/2816790_350.png[/img][/url] Skip [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=2816788][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/28168/2816788.png[/img][/url][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=2816789][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/28168/2816789.png[/img][/url][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=2816787][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/28168/2816787.png[/img][/url] Lead ~ Second ~ Third[/center] Thruda wasn't sure how she'd been chosen as the skip of the curling team, or even why her siblings had thought signing up for the event would be such a good idea in the first place. Yet here she was, standing at the far end of the House and watching her sister, Valkyrja, line up to deliver the first of her two stones. Nine stones had already been delivered towards the House, and with every tiny error or hit to their stones already in the House, Modi had become more fractious and irritable. He was by far the most competitive of them all, and although Thruda suspected that they could blame Magni and Valkyrja for entering them as a team, it was Modi who was now the most invested in the outcome. It didn't help that Magni had misjudged his first delivery and almost taken out Modi's strong guard stone, which the other team hadn't been able to dislodge - only by letting the stone curl and then sweeping furiously to get it into a good position had Valkyrja and Modi rescued the shot. Thruda herself had been concentrating on the strategy, and now she knew was the time to attempt draws - point-scoring shots. She looked down the length of the sheet towards Valkyrja and pointed out the spot she was to aim for, receiving a nod from her sister and similar acknowledgement from her brothers. Valkyrja pushed off, extending her leg behind her and crouching low as she slowly twisted the stone, letting go so that it started to curl perfectly across the ice. "Sweep!" Modi bellowed at his brother, already brushing hard at the pebbled surface of the sheet with his broom. Magni held back a moment, looking at the line of the stone, then dove in as well and joined his efforts. The stone straightened its path, gliding graceully along the ice and between two rivals before finally coming to a halt in a good position inside the House. Thruda offered Modi a smile as he straightened up. For once he seemed satisfied with their performance, and didn't snarl at Magni as they headed back to the other end of the sheet without a word to wait their next turn. Thruda moved out of the way to let the other team take their next shot and went to discuss tactics with Valkyrja - with only three stones left, they would have to play them carefully in order to do well in the match.

[center][color=dodgerblue][size=7][b]SKI JUMPING[/B][/SIZE][/COLOR] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=7330670] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/73307/7330670_350.png[/img] [/url][/CENTER] Arao looked fearlessly down the long, looooooong ramp. From its top, he could see the borders of the Olympic Village in the far distance, brightly-colored pennons representing various clans and all the gods, fluttering in the crisp breeze over scores of igloos. [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/69262/6926120.png[/img] "friend. are you sure that you are all right." Merit fluttered solicitously around the Mirror's head. It had not been long since the Battle of the Bay, and while the clan's healers worked amazing magic, there was still worry over just -how- healed Arao's hip was. At least, for the other dragons. Arao didn't seem fazed at all. "I'm right as rain. An' if I ain't when I get to the bottom, well, don't tell Sigarni." Nearby, a snow-colored Ice Fae let out a loud, buzzing monotone, the cue to start. With a whoop, Arao shoved off of the bench and hunkered down whizzing down the ramp, preparing to soar! [i]edit because I fail with code brackets[/i]

[center][b][u][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/raf/2086025/16#post_25230261]Day One: Curling[/url][/u] - [u][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/raf/2086025/20#post_25251348]Day Two: Ski Jumping[/url][/u] - [u][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/raf/2086025/22#post_25263645][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/raf/2086025/22#post_25263645]Day Three: Speed Skating[/url][/url][/u] - [u][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/raf/2086025/24#post_25274104]Day Four: Luge[/url][/u] [u]You are now reading Day Five: Cross-Country Skiing[/u][/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=15039999] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/150400/15039999_350.png[/img] [/url] The final day of the competition has arrived and Fireclaw is now ready to compete in his last event: the cross-country skiing. The morning's brisk wind is the first to greet him on this long day that has just started. ''Wow... the luge event was something else. My claws and sturdy legs made the luge easier to steer, but it was nonetheless intense and dangerous! Still, it was a good idea to choose luge before the cross-country skiing competition, I would have been too tired to compete otherwise... or rather, too tired to do my very best in the competition. He takes a deep breath, breath out and put on his skis. Afterwards he looks around and start skiing towards the start line. ''Today I will prove everyone what I'm made of. I'm strong, I'm competitive and I won't lose without giving it all! Let's do this!!!'' As he said that, the competitors where asked to get ready, set and go. An intense day of competition awaits him. Will he lose or will he win?[/center]

Luge [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=20418589] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/204186/20418589_350.png[/img] [/url] Maas was hurridly packing his bags before the award ceremony. All the events were done and tehy were all but bouncing off the walls to get going. Vivace had already said he'd joined more for the fun then for winning so if he did win it would be a nice surprise. Lithen shot past him carrying their rented gear to the door so they could return it before they left right as he got the travel bags closed, a pounds heavier with souvenirs. All three gave a sign of relief as they gathered at the door, packs and gear in hand. For a moment sharing a moment of comradely silence before Maas broke away and opened the door to step outside into the world.

[b]Curling[/b] (My Clan's Final Event!) [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=20114763] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/201148/20114763.png[/img] [/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=22119099] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/221191/22119099.png [/img] [/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=22111319] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/221114/22111319.png[/img] [/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=25167309] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/251674/25167309.png[/img] [/url] The Curling Team's Captain, Icefall, was nervous- REALLY nervous. The whole Contingent from the Lair that had traveled so far, was ring-side... from Nature's Shrieking Wilds deep in the Viridian Labyrinth, a few of them were Ice-born, but many more were not... the clan had formed from so many different Dragons, but here, it was more obvious than any other time, they were FAMILY... IceFall knew it would be a game of wits, patience, and a steady hand... he worried at his cape edge, considering the pebbly surface of the ice. It looked GOOD for competition, and IceFall KNEW ICE... that was his 'thing' as they often said- if you needed to know about Ice, about Frozen Water... IceFall KNEW. If he said it was going to be good to compete on, the team was confident they would do well! FlippaNip was surprisingly calm, all things considered- he played with his broom, an obvious choice for sweeper... he fiddled about with it, enjoying the way it swooofed and swung in the cold air. Very Nice, Very Nice. Alnitak was all smiles as always, carrying about her load of birds and little creatures of every sort, many of then fluttering or climbing down only to climb into the boxes that held the curling equipment... yes, yes, they could be out of the cool there, stay warm while she competed... she shoo'd most of them to go and stay warm- tho a few preferred to ride along anyway. This was going to be a nice, CALM sport, they'd be no hinderance! Alas for Bekreg, her not-quite-mate, some of them went to take warmth by climbing onto HIM. "FROGS!!" he shouted, almost involuntarily- and she smiled. "Yes Dear." as if this outburst were not completely insane sounding. Frogs, congratulations, yes, you're infested with them! She shifted her weight, testing her joints... yes yes... she felt good today. Today was going to be a GOOD day for curling! Professor Flax was calm as calm could be... pat-patting poor IceFall on the shoulder. "This is going to be the last big event, IceFall..." she promised the young Captain. "...and no matter how we do, we will be able to go home with our heads held high in pride!" She promised it, and it would be so! They had all done their best, and really enjoyed the games, too! "...Winning is not the point, you know." she offered wisely, "...we made a showing of it, all of us, together... We showed them that a Nature Clan was an excellent thing indeed!" She beamed at him, and he looked both helped by the advice, and calmed, too. Her Husband nodded sagely, and held up an armful of bags, "Plus, we brought home a whole ASSORTMENT of viking helmets, maybe someone can convince Kubo to at least CHANGE his now and again!" Everyone had a good laugh- except Bekreg, who was turning circles, trying to nip the tail feathers of a bird, who wouldn't stop screaming. Stop That! ...With a squawk, it lost the war and hushed. There. Much better for competing than noise. It should be QUIET for a while. Hrmph. He spit out the feather, and watched it float down to the floor, slowly... the very picture of tranquility. IceFall shook out his paws. "Allright... everyone is ready, then?" The team responded with proud smiles and holding up their gear! Ready! He smiled too, then... Maybe they didn't do too bad after all. Maybe the Clan's leaders, Snax and Marigold, would bve proud of them, when they finally returned... this was the first BIG trip they'd made as a Clan... and he was thinking... maybe he hadn't let them down at all. Maybe this had been worthwhile, just for the DOING! Yea. He thought it was. Now... to show them how it was done! "We're Up!" He called- as they were flagged onto the ice, and the rest of the contingent went to the side rail, to watch, and cheer.

Curling [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=13575898] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/135759/13575898_350.png[/img] [/url] "What do you mean, I can't super-heat the broom to smooth the ice faster? I'm still *using* the broom, it's within the rules... surely..." Ifrit tosses his mane irritably, and sighs. "Fine..." He snatches the broom off an attendent and glares at it as if it were personally offending him with its ordinary bristles. "Now if only I can remember how to play this the old-fashioned way..."

cross-country skiing [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=13454427] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/134545/13454427_350.png[/img] [/url] Growing up in the Shifting Expanse there wasnt much opportunity to do cross-country skiing. Then i took a trip with my family to the Southern Icefields,clamped a pair of ice skis to my claws and a love affair with sliding across the ice began. I hope i am prepared for this event because the weather conditions keep changing. The wax i used is for powdery snow so i hope this gamble will help me win the race. That way i can give a resounding lightning "HARRAH" with my clanmates. I wish everyone luck today but may the victory go to the best competitor which i hope i am.

[center][b]CURLING[/b] My clan's team: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=12632236] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/126323/12632236_350.png[/img] [/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=9486386][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/94864/9486386.png[/img][/url][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=18609392][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/186094/18609392.png[/img][/url][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=28373426][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/283735/28373426.png[/img][/url] Vera believed the team she had put together was solid. They were all from very different walks of life but their differences made the perfect team. Vera herself was the strongest of them all and the one to throw the stones. She looked over at the other team, and relief fled through her. They weren't ice natives, at least they would have a chance. With half her team being able to stand on ice as well if not better than the slid ground she was happy that they were the ones that had to move quickly. They had a chance. The team that they were playing went first and they did well but she was sure her coherent team could do better. She built up speed and let it go, away on the ice. Amethyst and Borealis were sweeping like mad in front of it, in hopes they could do just a little bit better.[/center]

[center][size=5]Ski Jumping: Sonata[/size] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=27416131] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/274162/27416131_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] Sonata is new to Clan Scatterspark, but she knows that festivals are a good time to make your mark, and competing for her clan is a quick path to earning favor. Though some are surprised that she intends to compete for their clan at all, nobody is surprised that she's going to enter Skii Jumping. She's a quick and acrobatic creature, light on her feet, and though she had never skied before, she picks up new skills quickly. Today, on the last day on the Winter Games, she stands ready to begin. Confident, as the wind rustled through her ribbons and feathers, that today she will make her mark.

Luge [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=2386083] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/23861/2386083_350.png[/img] [/url] "So, if I understand correctly I would be strapped to sled while traveling down a hill at a high velocity with minimal control, yes?" The attendant at the booth looked slightly uncomfortable at the way Caitlin had described the event. "That is correct, though I would have described it a bit differently then that." ".... where has this sport been all my life? I never knew I needed it until now!" The other dragon looks relived, " well you made It just in time for the last run of the festival. I was just about to close everything up." Quickly signing her name, Caitlin took her number and flew as fast as she could to were the Luge was being held.