Roleplay

[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/tEYCG5T.png[/img][/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/KsY9nt4.png[/img][/center] [list] [*]Please no god-modding, Mary Sues, Gary Stus. We want everyone to have fun here and it is never fun when one person is overpowering everyone else. [*]Please try your best to use appropriate grammar/spelling/punctuation. It helps everyone read posts better and understand the plot. [*]Do not be rude to other players. [*]Only [b]one dragon[/b] per person. [*]No gear outside of what is dictated within the RP. [*]If there are any uncertainties, please ping the mods! [*]As the mods, our word is the final say. [*]Have fun! [/list] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/fUXFtWN.png[/img][/center] [LIST] [*]Every time you post, you will get [b]one point.[/b] Spam posts (posts that do not include other dragons or do not further interactions) will not count. [*]Every time you make a post that significantly moves the plot forward, you will get [b]5 points.[/b] [*]The person with the greatest amount of points wins at the end of the month. [*]All your points will be converted into tickets for the Out of Flight Raffle at the end of the month. [/LIST] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/YG51fcv.png[/img][/center] [center][user=N0B0DY][user=FloatingInSpace][/center]

[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/9w3nWkj.png[/img][/center] [center][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/1580007/10#14629957]Rimedur[/url] - hinatot [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/1580007/2#14510489]Raid[/url] - HollowedAngel [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/1580007/5#14555209]Undertone[/url] - ophician [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/1580007/7#14600763]Toranosuke[/url] - Solztize [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/1580007/3#14519323]Mary[/url] - tigressRising

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[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/wrsb0pp.png[/img] [img]http://40.media.tumblr.com/aed6377eb396abbaa7338900db5baea2/tumblr_nj9kyb0AiI1r28672o9_500.png[/img][/center] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=7863663] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/78637/7863663_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] Polemos gazed at those that had chosen the [i][b]sword[/i][/b], his frills quivering only slightly in humor. "[b]You expect to fight off those you see,[/b]" he said, stating it rather than asking it. "[b]How... fascinating.[/b]" For a second, his eyes flashed with something darker than amusement. But it was gone as soon as it came and there was no guarantee that there had been anything there. "[b]Know this,[/b]" he said, his frills still once more, "[b]You cannot beat down the earth with a sword, nor can you vanquish the enemy that lives while you do.[/b]" He swept his gaze across them once more before straightening out his wings and taking off towards the sky. "[b]Follow the bones,[/b]" he called to them, "[b]and perhaps they will serve well as a warning.[/b]" With that, he disappeared into the sky. Before the dragons was a path of bones, bleached white by the sun and with hollow eyes. The skulls were of various sizes, some so large that one could imagine they belonged to an Imperial while others were so small that they had shattered under the pressure of the roots that wove through them. The bones did seem to line a particular part of the cracked red ground the dragons stood on, though where they led was unclear. But it was the only path that had been marked out for them and in a way, the only path they could take for the time. [i]OOC note: Please only ping @FloatingInSpace and @N0B0DY with important decisions and not in every post as to cut down on the ping floods.[/i] @hinatot@HollowedAngel@ophician@Solztize@tigressRising

@HollowedAngel @ophician @Solztize @tigressRising [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=12799371] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/127994/12799371_350.png[/img] [/url] Watching the fae fly off, Rimedur let out a snort. [i]Riddles? Seriously? What good have those ever done anyone?[/i] He thought, humming as he turned to the others around him. So, this was to be his group- all different species, two Ice and two Plague. [b]"So, we're stuck together, huh?"[/b] He broke the silence first, not seeing much point in waiting any more than they already had. [b]"Let's hope you all didn't just choose the sword because it was shiny."[/b] He snorted in laughter at his own joke, not even caring about the others' reactions. Ruffling his feathers and swishing his tail impatiently, he turned to the path of bones they had been instructed to follow. Looked straightforward enough, just gotta head in that direction, and with such obvious markers stretching out across the wastelands, even the most directionally-challenged dragons should be fine. Where's the fun in that? Oh, there goes his mate's eye rolling again. Again, too bad she isn't here to stop him from being a reckless idiot. [b]"Seems easy. Not what I signed up for, where's the fight?"[/b]

@hinatot @HollowedAngel @ophician @tigressRising [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=14858819] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/148589/14858819_350.png[/img] [/url] Tora eye's flickered past over the group of dragons he was assigned with. He had met all of them except for the shiny crimson Skydancer. The dragon seemed to be a lively sort of creature. Perhaps even too excited for battle. A brief of seriousness in his eyes only flickered for a quick moment before it was replaced with excitement. [i]So I'll be working with this guys huh? Well, no matter! As long as we have fun right?[/i] Flicking his tail in a serpentine motion, Tora moved closer towards the Skydancer. "Oh, the swords are shiny alright," he replied, giving a toothy grin,"I bet it'll even be more shiny if blood is shed upon it." Now, it was his turn to laugh at his own comment. "The name's Tora by the way!" Tora's crimson eyes examined the hollowed path of bones in front of them. It seemed too easy of a task to just follow a path. His instincts were telling him that this was no ordinary path. After all, in the Plaguelands, none is ever ordinary just like back at home in the Tangled Woods. "If you guys are already hungry for a good battle then shall we move on?" The dangerous journey ahead of them made his feathers bristle in excitement. [i] The most important thing is to have fun after all![/i]

@hinatot @HollowedAngel @ophician @Solztize [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=16670902] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/166710/16670902_350.png[/img] [/url] Mary looked at her fellow dragons, then to the path of bones, then back to her group members. She was sad that some of the dragons she had been talking to earlier wouldn't be joining them - hopefully she'd remember their scent if they ever met up again. The sun had set quite low in the sky now, and still the group hadn't moved, unsure of what to do or where to go without a guide. Frankly all this waiting was getting on her nerves. She had wanted to see Plaguebringer and fight the Shade Plague [i]so badly[/i], and her group members weren't doing anything! Hunger didn't improve her mood either. Mary had eaten all the nearby plant matter for breakfast and lunch, and was now chewing rocks to get at tiny pieces of bonebark mold and dwarf shelf fungus. She hadn't seen any prey out here either. If the group didn't get moving soon, they'd all starve - provided that whatever came out at night didn't get them first. "Come [i]on[/i], guuuuuuuuys!" Mary whined as she headbutted them all gently in the side, trying to get them on their feet. She couldn't imagine why no one was moving, or why it had taken her so long to get herself moving - it was like they had all contracted lethargy or something. Had they all gotten sick with a disease that made dragons lazy? Mary hoped not. She'd never heard of a lethargy sickness before, and she wouldn't know how to treat one if it did exist. But she was a Plague dragon - she'd fight off the lazy sickness and adapt and [i]survive[/i]. Because that was what Plague dragons did. But she couldn't survive if everyone else in her group wouldn't. Finally Mary managed to get everyone on their feet, and though many of them still looked sleepy and tired, at least they were awake. "Great, you're all up! Now let's get moving! We've already lost a lot of time, so we'll need to move quickly if we want to make it to the Wyrmwound!" Mary scanned the landscape. In the dimming light landmarks were hard to see, but Mary could make out several bones dotting the ground and - "Oooh!" Mary squealed in delight. She dashed over to the first skeleton she saw, a serpentine body so large that it had to have come from an Imperial. "Guys, look at this! This is a real, live - well, not alive anymore, but you know what I mean - Imperial skeletion! Boy, you [i]never [/i]see these - Imperials are always so uptight about properly burying their kind, so finding an Imperial corpse just lying around is impossible! This one came from a rather young Imperial," she said, pointing to its skull. "You can tell by the few branches on its antlers - most likely was around two decades old when it died. Ooh, and look at this one!" She rushed to the next pile of bones. "This one is a Mirror skeleton! Looks like this one was dead for a long time before we found it. Judging by the length of the spine and the size of the rib cage, this one must be a girl." Mary would have liked to take some of the bones with her to add to her collection, but she figured that in such a harsh landscape she shouldn't carry any more than she needed. Besides, she consoled herself, she could always come back later when things were quieter, with more help and excavating tools. With that resolved, Mary moved on to the next set of skeletons, then the next set, and the next, all the while providing commentary on each one. "See these marks on the Guardian bones here - whomever they were fighting landed some deep cuts before killing them, probably with a sword or a spear. You can tell because they're different from [i]these[/i] markings, which were obviously made by scavengers after the dragon died. And here you can see all the cavities in this Ridgeback's molars - guess nobody told him to brush his teeth after eating! And over here we have even more bones..." [b]Mary raced further down the bone path in her excitement, not checking to see if the rest of the group was following.[/b] @FloatingInSpace @N0B0DY ((Basically Mary is moving on to the next event by herself, and the others can decide whether they want to follow her or not on their own.))

@HollowedAngel @ophician @Solztize @tigressRising [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=12799371] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/127994/12799371_350.png[/img] [/url] Rimedur huffed in amusement at the smaller dragon's excitement. He hadn't even noticed his apparent lethargy, but chalked it up to just the regular mix of various pestilent forces and various diseases in the wastelands. Nothing too unusual, though a bit annoying, he would agree. [b]"I hear ya, little lady,"[/b] he hummed, stretching his slightly cramped limbs, watching her excitedly begin to investigate the bones littered in front of them. [b]"Guess we'll just be blazing our own path. Or, following. If things stay this easy, this won't be any fun at all."[/b] He had come not only to see the Plaguebringer, after all, but also for fun- and what could be more fun than the dangers of the Scarred Waste? No matter how many of his clan members insisted that no, that was not fun, he didn't believe them. Finishing his slight internal monologue, he followed the Tundra at a leisurely pace, his long legs letting him keep up quite easily. [b]"Wonder if there are many Tundra corpses along here,"[/b] he mused as he caught up, more to himself than to her. [i]Not bothering to glance behind them at the others, Rimedur meandered after Mary down the path, keeping an eye out for any potential fun.[/i]

[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/wrsb0pp.png[/img][/center] The path of bones was dusty with nothing much to see. As they followed it, however, the bones grew larger and larger and it was becoming clearer and clearer that they were bones of dragons. The skulls of tiny faes were half-buried under the dirt and the plants that had taken over and replaced the dragons that might have once lived. There were larger skulls of Imperials, some with heads full of teeth that seemed to grin or grimace at the dragons walking buy. There were the horns of the Guardians that had fallen in protection of something, the chipped ends of mirror skulls, of the vicious dragons that called the Wasteland home. Soon the bones began piling on top of one another; bones from legs, long and thin and sometimes snapped in half. Bones from rib-cages stretched upwards towards the sky, like its owner was still trying to reach for the sky. There were skeletons, somewhat intact, with vines and the life that the Wasteland contained crawling over them, trying to drag the last part of the dragons that might have lived there into the darkness forever. Before the dragons, there appeared to be a clearing from the bones. A single, clear ring sat in front of them, with bones scattered about, some bleached white from time and the sun while others looked dirtier, as if someone had dumped them there to forget them. There was noise around, the rattling of bones as the dragons approached the clearing, where only red cracked ground could be seen. There was the sound of bones being shifted about, knocked down and about, and something stepped into the clearing with beady red eyes and claws and teeth. [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=6256584] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/62566/6256584_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] "[b]What business do you have here?[/b]" the beast snarled, tongue lolling and drooling. Ripped wings and scarred hide made the beast seem hardly dragonic, though it was clear that it was. Its two beady eyes stared straight back at the dragons before them and as the beast panted, wanting for an answer, more rustling could be heard as more dragons, with hides just as scarred and wings just as useless, stepped out from the bones. It appeared that the dragon group had found themselves a few carnivorous enemies. [i]OOC note: Once again, I apologize for taking so long in getting this up. I got side-tracked yesterday and completely forgot. You may use the dragons as NPCs within reason. This means that you should not expect them to surrender or cooperate very easily and should expect a fight[/i] @hinatot @HollowedAngel @ophician @Solztize @tigressRising @unicornssparkle

@hinatot @HollowedAngel @ophician @Solztize @unicornssparkle [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=16670902] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/166710/16670902_350.png[/img] [/url] Mary caught a whiff of the other dragons' scent and flinched. She'd never encountered this scent before, but she recognized the cloying, metallic emptiness, the malice and the lack of pity. It was especially strongest coming from the leader, who had veins of darkness running across his entire body. She'd only ever heard stories about the Shade-touched, but she couldn't deny that these dragons looked at lot like the dragons in the stories. "Guys...?" Mary called out hesitantly to her fellow travelers. "[b]Do you think these dragons could be infected with the Shade Plague?[/b] I mean, if the Shade managed to infect the Wyrmwound, it makes sense that it managed to infect other dragons as well..." The sword hung heavy by her side, and Mary wished that one of her stronger clanmates were here. Maybe it wasn't too late - maybe they could still turn around and leave, go back and choose a different item... [i]No.[/i] She'd chosen to come by herself, and she was going to live up to her promise to see the Wyrmwound and fight the Shade. And she'd chosen the warrior's path - it was only right that she go out like a warrior. Mary steeled her courage and shouted back to the Mirror. "[b]We only want to travel to the Wyrmwound![/b]" she shouted. "[b]We aren't looking for a fight any more than you are! Let us go peacefully, and we won't give you any trouble![/b]" Mary thought back to what she knew about Mirrors - and though the Mirrors here were nothing like the ones back home, Mary knew that they valued strength and fitness - maybe if the group seemed strong enough, the predators would leave them alone. ((@FloatinginSpace No worries! Take your time - it isn't like we were going anywhere ourselves.))