Whoops, missed this last night!
[PATEND]/[ENDGAME]
While Ortzi is glad to hear that the saboteurs has been caught, he can't walk out while there's still things to do. He clusters with the group that's heading off in search of the missing eggs, ready to end the Wavecrest Saturnalia on a high note.
Choice: B, Go with the group that will look for the missing dragon eggs.
Whoops, missed this last night!
[PATEND]/[ENDGAME]
While Ortzi is glad to hear that the saboteurs has been caught, he can't walk out while there's still things to do. He clusters with the group that's heading off in search of the missing eggs, ready to end the Wavecrest Saturnalia on a high note.
Choice: B, Go with the group that will look for the missing dragon eggs.
[FIREWKS]
There's an advantage to living with a pyrotechnician: you soon learn the smell of propellants. Sometimes you even learn enough to guess at the type of a firework by smell. Cynarea certainly did, and her call of "Progressor!" must have caused a few frights, if not as many as when the tube broke open mid-excavation. She leaves for the party sooty and smelling of something more than charcoal smoke, but content in having done what was needed.
[PARTY]
There is no feasible onomatopoeia for the sound of a happy Guardian who has just finished a mosaic. Just imagine this post as that.
((You did great.))
[FIREWKS]
There's an advantage to living with a pyrotechnician: you soon learn the smell of propellants. Sometimes you even learn enough to guess at the type of a firework by smell. Cynarea certainly did, and her call of "Progressor!" must have caused a few frights, if not as many as when the tube broke open mid-excavation. She leaves for the party sooty and smelling of something more than charcoal smoke, but content in having done what was needed.
[PARTY]
There is no feasible onomatopoeia for the sound of a happy Guardian who has just finished a mosaic. Just imagine this post as that.
((You did great.))
[ENDGAME]
Madd looks briefly excited at the prospect of fighting something, but deflates a little when he realizes that's not what he's being asked to do. Fighting at least he can handle! ...Especially if it's in the Kelp Beds! Somehow.
"I think I'll go look for the fireworks," he says. "Fireworks won't work anymore if they're wet, right? So whoever stole them must've hidden them somewhere dry. And far away from the ocean. ...I mean."
Yeah, don't question Ridgeback logic. It's all wishful thinking anyway.
C: Join the group searching for stolen fireworks.
[FIREWKS]
The beach is one of the last places Madd wants to go, but at least it's not in the water. He joins in searching the sand, keeping a close eye on the tide and making sure to stay far away from the waves.
It seems he can't be bothered to wait for one of the experts, though, as a small sparkler goes off in his face too. It startles him more than anything, and hurts his pride more than anything, but at least it seems the fireworks still work?
[PARTY]
Madd enjoys the party up until the Tidelord pops the bubble -- and then he spends the rest of it hiding in one of the stalls, shivering and hoping no more water will fall from the sky.
(sorry, kind of in a hurry to get home right now xD;)
[ENDGAME]
Madd looks briefly excited at the prospect of fighting something, but deflates a little when he realizes that's not what he's being asked to do. Fighting at least he can handle! ...Especially if it's in the Kelp Beds! Somehow.
"I think I'll go look for the fireworks," he says. "Fireworks won't work anymore if they're wet, right? So whoever stole them must've hidden them somewhere dry. And far away from the ocean. ...I mean."
Yeah, don't question Ridgeback logic. It's all wishful thinking anyway.
C: Join the group searching for stolen fireworks.
[FIREWKS]
The beach is one of the last places Madd wants to go, but at least it's not in the water. He joins in searching the sand, keeping a close eye on the tide and making sure to stay far away from the waves.
It seems he can't be bothered to wait for one of the experts, though, as a small sparkler goes off in his face too. It startles him more than anything, and hurts his pride more than anything, but at least it seems the fireworks still work?
[PARTY]
Madd enjoys the party up until the Tidelord pops the bubble -- and then he spends the rest of it hiding in one of the stalls, shivering and hoping no more water will fall from the sky.
(sorry, kind of in a hurry to get home right now xD;)
((Woops, somehow missed the last ping))
[PATBSN3]
Napoleon rolled his eyes at the Skydancer, snorting in disgust. Well that was a bust. Though on some level, Napoleon did appreciate the other dragon's confidence. It almost rivaled his own. With nothing left to do, he headed back to the Snapper.
He gave the disappointing news and hoped the older dragon would know what to do with all the information Napoleon had gleaned during the Saturnalia.
[PATEND][ENDGAME]
Napoleon was called in early in the morning with exciting news. The messenger had hardly had to wait on him at all. There had been a breakthrough, and now it was his time to shine...along with the other dragons on patrol.
He beamed with pride at the Guardian's praise and when he was asked to perform one last task, he couldn't refuse.
[EGGS]
Napoleon knew Medeina had been participating in the Hatchling Prediction game, and knew she would be furious if Napoleon didn't help out the Wildclaw at the stand.
Napoleon unfortunately missed the altercation with the Harpies, but he was there to search for the missing eggs. When he found the last, he held it up with a smug pride and a genuine smile. He was the hero of the Saturnalia.
[PARTY]
Napoleon joined in the revelry with almost reckless abandon. His mate Josephine came to join in the celebrations, and he spent many hours enjoying drinks from the Tiki Dive Bar with her and a couple of other dragons who were also enjoying the celebration. When the Tidelord's prophecy came, Napoleon crowed and raised his glass in recognition of the ancient deity. Though he still was not a fan of magical bubbles, this one at least was sure to bring good tidings.
((Woops, somehow missed the last ping))
[PATBSN3]
Napoleon rolled his eyes at the Skydancer, snorting in disgust. Well that was a bust. Though on some level, Napoleon did appreciate the other dragon's confidence. It almost rivaled his own. With nothing left to do, he headed back to the Snapper.
He gave the disappointing news and hoped the older dragon would know what to do with all the information Napoleon had gleaned during the Saturnalia.
[PATEND][ENDGAME]
Napoleon was called in early in the morning with exciting news. The messenger had hardly had to wait on him at all. There had been a breakthrough, and now it was his time to shine...along with the other dragons on patrol.
He beamed with pride at the Guardian's praise and when he was asked to perform one last task, he couldn't refuse.
[EGGS]
Napoleon knew Medeina had been participating in the Hatchling Prediction game, and knew she would be furious if Napoleon didn't help out the Wildclaw at the stand.
Napoleon unfortunately missed the altercation with the Harpies, but he was there to search for the missing eggs. When he found the last, he held it up with a smug pride and a genuine smile. He was the hero of the Saturnalia.
[PARTY]
Napoleon joined in the revelry with almost reckless abandon. His mate Josephine came to join in the celebrations, and he spent many hours enjoying drinks from the Tiki Dive Bar with her and a couple of other dragons who were also enjoying the celebration. When the Tidelord's prophecy came, Napoleon crowed and raised his glass in recognition of the ancient deity. Though he still was not a fan of magical bubbles, this one at least was sure to bring good tidings.
[EGGS]
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=10673815]
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Inkdrop swelled with pride. She did it! She managed to help these dragons and not mess up! Finally for once in her life she did something right!
After hearing about the missing eggs however she knew that her mission was not over yet. She herself was abandoned as an egg and she never knew her parents. She could have grown up all alone in the world if not for the dragon who had found her and brought her into a friendly Light Clan. She didn't want these eggs to have to grow up alone, or to be in danger. Finding these eggs was something that she knew she had to do.
Inkdrop's heart grew cold has the search for the fifth egg resulted in nothing. They had found the other four eggs safe to everyone's relief. But still one was missing.
"Should we give up?" Some of the dragons were asking. Or course they didn't [i]want[/i] to, but they've been searching for[i] hour[/i]s. Where could the egg possibly be?
"Sometimes things don't always have a happy ending," Another dragon sighed "Sometimes we have to just accept that bad things happen, and that sometimes there's nothing that we can do. At least we found four of the eggs."
The patrol all nodded their heads in agreement.
"No!" Inkdrop shouted "We can't give up!" She wanted to cry, but she was afraid that if she allowed herself to her gills would disappear. Already she was starting to feel choked up.
"We're sorry," One of the dragons said "You did a good job helping us out, and we can't thank you enough for that, but there's nothing more that we can do."
"No, No, No," She refused to believe. Surely there was something more that she could do! If only her shape shifting abilities could aid her. Wait, that was it! Inkdrop was a master of mimicry and disguise. If she wanted to hide herself here, what would she do?
[i]I'd try to blend in with the rocks over there[/i] She thought to herself. She watched the rocks, trying to imagine herself as one of them she saw it.
Did that rock just [i]move?[/i] Yep it was defiantly moving. Could it possibly be...?
"It's the egg!" Inkdrop shouted in delight "It's over there! By the rocks!"
The patrol cheered as they brought all five eggs to safety all while congratulating Inkdrop.
***
Inkdrop had never been so happy in her life. The parents of the eggs gave her big hugs and couldn't stop thanking her. Other dragons patted her on the back and smiled, telling how big of a difference she's made for the better.
She couldn't keep the grin off her face when it was time for her to go.
Inkdrop hoped that the feeling would never go away.
((Thanks so much for hosting this event! I had a lot of fun!))
[EGGS]
Inkdrop swelled with pride. She did it! She managed to help these dragons and not mess up! Finally for once in her life she did something right!
After hearing about the missing eggs however she knew that her mission was not over yet. She herself was abandoned as an egg and she never knew her parents. She could have grown up all alone in the world if not for the dragon who had found her and brought her into a friendly Light Clan. She didn't want these eggs to have to grow up alone, or to be in danger. Finding these eggs was something that she knew she had to do.
Inkdrop's heart grew cold has the search for the fifth egg resulted in nothing. They had found the other four eggs safe to everyone's relief. But still one was missing.
"Should we give up?" Some of the dragons were asking. Or course they didn't
want to, but they've been searching for
hours. Where could the egg possibly be?
"Sometimes things don't always have a happy ending," Another dragon sighed "Sometimes we have to just accept that bad things happen, and that sometimes there's nothing that we can do. At least we found four of the eggs."
The patrol all nodded their heads in agreement.
"No!" Inkdrop shouted "We can't give up!" She wanted to cry, but she was afraid that if she allowed herself to her gills would disappear. Already she was starting to feel choked up.
"We're sorry," One of the dragons said "You did a good job helping us out, and we can't thank you enough for that, but there's nothing more that we can do."
"No, No, No," She refused to believe. Surely there was something more that she could do! If only her shape shifting abilities could aid her. Wait, that was it! Inkdrop was a master of mimicry and disguise. If she wanted to hide herself here, what would she do?
I'd try to blend in with the rocks over there She thought to herself. She watched the rocks, trying to imagine herself as one of them she saw it.
Did that rock just
move? Yep it was defiantly moving. Could it possibly be...?
"It's the egg!" Inkdrop shouted in delight "It's over there! By the rocks!"
The patrol cheered as they brought all five eggs to safety all while congratulating Inkdrop.
***
Inkdrop had never been so happy in her life. The parents of the eggs gave her big hugs and couldn't stop thanking her. Other dragons patted her on the back and smiled, telling how big of a difference she's made for the better.
She couldn't keep the grin off her face when it was time for her to go.
Inkdrop hoped that the feeling would never go away.
((Thanks so much for hosting this event! I had a lot of fun!))
[PATEND] => [ENDGAME] => [EGGS] => [PARTY]
She reports back to the snapper, and with her failure to find anything out at Shady Joe's she's somewhat concerned. The snapper's drawn face doesn't help matters, and her stomach churns as she heads off to bed. She thought she would spend hours turning as she settled, but mere moments after she reaches her resting spot for the night, she falls asleep.
The messenger who comes at dawn to awaken her is persistent, and Golda is mildly tempted to swat at him. Her burgeoning curiosity wins out over slight homicidal tendencies, and she follows him to the gathering of dragons in front of the two leaders. She can't resist sending up a quiet cheer herself with the rest of the group when the guardian announces that they captured all three groups of troublemakers. The news that some got away is an unpleasant shock though, and the fact that the harpies had gotten away with eggs is even more sobering. She appreciates the guardian's personal thanks, but she still feels bad about the eggs.
That was the one group Golda had been unable to track down, and she can't let hatchlings suffer for her failings. Plague-rotted chance games anyway. She's quick to step up with the search parties that are heading out for the eggs, determined to use what she's learned this week for good.
The caves they approach are foreboding, and the wildclaw leader's words of warning are well taken to heart. Golda, hoping for some more loot, had fought in the Kelp Beds some, and she has a healthy appreciation of what the eels can do. She ventures into the cave, her nerves on edge, and begins the search. Her eyes are used to searching in the dim forest, but not against quite so much rock nor against the befuddling factor of water. She's reluctant to take the break when it's offered, but even she has to acknowledge that fresh eyes can search better than she can. Anyway, her group had found two of the five eggs.
It's after the break, when the second group emerges with two more eggs, that they ask for volunteers from the first group to go back in. There aren't many fresh dragons to be had, seeing as other dragons qualified for the job are out searching for other things already, but so many of the dragons here are exhausted and anxious, discussing all the frightening possibilities that could've happened to the egg. Golda tries not to listen to the theories of smashing and eating. Just one more egg to find. Just one more egg, and they're all safe. Her mind goes over the image of the frantic parents she had seen gratefully accepting their eggs back, and she can't imagine what it would be like to see Kovin and Tiemeth lose an egg, especially with most of their children already gone to serve the Gladekeeper. She stands and volunteers.
They're spread thinner this time round, fewer dragons having the energy or resolve to head back in for another (possibly fruitless) round of egg hunting. She's alone deep in the cave, checking a spot that had been dismissed during the first search as too far for the harpies to reach, when the relic eel comes from around the corner. Startled, she barely manages to dodge in time as it comes barreling after her. A quick turn and she backs into the corner to see it charging her down again. No time to dodge this time, and she sucks in a breath and puts all the power she has into the eliminate as she bears down on its head.
Oh Lady Gladekeeper please...
A mighty thud, and the eel sits on the floor of the cave, seemingly vanquished. She scratches at its neck just to be safe and continues down the cave after catching her breath. Several twists later, she's at a dead end and weary enough to sit here and never get up again. Well, a short rest may not be a bad plan, and she's looking for a suitable rock to sit on when movement catches her eye. This far back in the cave, she can't even feel the current of the ocean, and it stopped being bright enough for the small seaweed plants several imperial-lengths ago. She steps closer, squinting, wishing she remembered that light spell Phio had tried to teach her that one time. It's too small for one of the aggressive native monsters, so what is it?
An egg! Wedged in between the rocks is a singular, precious egg. She's not sure how it got so far back in the caves - maybe some extra careful harpies, maybe the relic eel she ran into. Either way, it's found. The rocking motion grows a little stronger, and forces Golda out of staring at the egg. She tucks it up close to her torso, and half buries it in her fur as she flies back to the entrance to the cave. Flying underwater is still the weirdest thing she's ever done, but she could care less this time with the adrenaline of finding the egg coursing through her.
When she gets to the cave entrance, the egg tenders are there fidgeting nervously. She dumps the egg in their claws and sits down, sighing. The egg is safe, and she's rather beat. Someone else mentions a party, and a growing rumble in her stomach reminds her that she didn't eat breakfast or lunch today. With a groan, she drags herself upright and follows the others to the surface for the party.
She's settled down with a drink and a small pile of kelp to chew on when Kovin and Tiemeth find her. They don't say much, a fact she's grateful for, as draconic seems a task too complicated for her right now. They just settle down next to her and lean in close. The evening is pleasantly warm, thanks to the prophecy bubble that the Tidelord used, and the air's heat combined with her heartmates' causes her aching muscles to slowly relax. Together, they watch the fireworks, Tiemeth occasionally sneaking kelp pieces to munch on. She glances at over at the hatchlings they found today, watching everything with wide-eyed wonder and joy, and smiles a little. Kovin glances over at her, confused, but she just shakes her head at him.
She's glad she responded to the Help Wanted sign. Certainly got more than she was bargaining for though, and she's completely fine with the idea that she'l have a full moon before the Greenskeeper Gathering. Lady Glade knows that's sure to be exciting. She also refuses to go to the Kelp Beds in the coli sessions for at least a week, even if Kovin's favorite food is the weird insects the maren leave behind. It's not happening.
For now though, she's content to sit on the beach and enjoy the simple things in life, surrounded by those she loves best.
ooc: thank you so much for running this! it was great fun to participate in, and i have a much greater appreciation for golda now haha. also, thanks for pinging me again, as i didn't check the thread and hadn't noticed the last section of choices and prompts. i hope you had fun during the saturnalia!
[PATEND] => [ENDGAME] => [EGGS] => [PARTY]
She reports back to the snapper, and with her failure to find anything out at Shady Joe's she's somewhat concerned. The snapper's drawn face doesn't help matters, and her stomach churns as she heads off to bed. She thought she would spend hours turning as she settled, but mere moments after she reaches her resting spot for the night, she falls asleep.
The messenger who comes at dawn to awaken her is persistent, and Golda is mildly tempted to swat at him. Her burgeoning curiosity wins out over slight homicidal tendencies, and she follows him to the gathering of dragons in front of the two leaders. She can't resist sending up a quiet cheer herself with the rest of the group when the guardian announces that they captured all three groups of troublemakers. The news that some got away is an unpleasant shock though, and the fact that the harpies had gotten away with eggs is even more sobering. She appreciates the guardian's personal thanks, but she still feels bad about the eggs.
That was the one group Golda had been unable to track down, and she can't let hatchlings suffer for her failings. Plague-rotted chance games anyway. She's quick to step up with the search parties that are heading out for the eggs, determined to use what she's learned this week for good.
The caves they approach are foreboding, and the wildclaw leader's words of warning are well taken to heart. Golda, hoping for some more loot, had fought in the Kelp Beds some, and she has a healthy appreciation of what the eels can do. She ventures into the cave, her nerves on edge, and begins the search. Her eyes are used to searching in the dim forest, but not against quite so much rock nor against the befuddling factor of water. She's reluctant to take the break when it's offered, but even she has to acknowledge that fresh eyes can search better than she can. Anyway, her group had found two of the five eggs.
It's after the break, when the second group emerges with two more eggs, that they ask for volunteers from the first group to go back in. There aren't many fresh dragons to be had, seeing as other dragons qualified for the job are out searching for other things already, but so many of the dragons here are exhausted and anxious, discussing all the frightening possibilities that could've happened to the egg. Golda tries not to listen to the theories of smashing and eating. Just one more egg to find. Just one more egg, and they're all safe. Her mind goes over the image of the frantic parents she had seen gratefully accepting their eggs back, and she can't imagine what it would be like to see Kovin and Tiemeth lose an egg, especially with most of their children already gone to serve the Gladekeeper. She stands and volunteers.
They're spread thinner this time round, fewer dragons having the energy or resolve to head back in for another (possibly fruitless) round of egg hunting. She's alone deep in the cave, checking a spot that had been dismissed during the first search as too far for the harpies to reach, when the relic eel comes from around the corner. Startled, she barely manages to dodge in time as it comes barreling after her. A quick turn and she backs into the corner to see it charging her down again. No time to dodge this time, and she sucks in a breath and puts all the power she has into the eliminate as she bears down on its head.
Oh Lady Gladekeeper please...
A mighty thud, and the eel sits on the floor of the cave, seemingly vanquished. She scratches at its neck just to be safe and continues down the cave after catching her breath. Several twists later, she's at a dead end and weary enough to sit here and never get up again. Well, a short rest may not be a bad plan, and she's looking for a suitable rock to sit on when movement catches her eye. This far back in the cave, she can't even feel the current of the ocean, and it stopped being bright enough for the small seaweed plants several imperial-lengths ago. She steps closer, squinting, wishing she remembered that light spell Phio had tried to teach her that one time. It's too small for one of the aggressive native monsters, so what is it?
An egg! Wedged in between the rocks is a singular, precious egg. She's not sure how it got so far back in the caves - maybe some extra careful harpies, maybe the relic eel she ran into. Either way, it's found. The rocking motion grows a little stronger, and forces Golda out of staring at the egg. She tucks it up close to her torso, and half buries it in her fur as she flies back to the entrance to the cave. Flying underwater is still the weirdest thing she's ever done, but she could care less this time with the adrenaline of finding the egg coursing through her.
When she gets to the cave entrance, the egg tenders are there fidgeting nervously. She dumps the egg in their claws and sits down, sighing. The egg is safe, and she's rather beat. Someone else mentions a party, and a growing rumble in her stomach reminds her that she didn't eat breakfast or lunch today. With a groan, she drags herself upright and follows the others to the surface for the party.
She's settled down with a drink and a small pile of kelp to chew on when Kovin and Tiemeth find her. They don't say much, a fact she's grateful for, as draconic seems a task too complicated for her right now. They just settle down next to her and lean in close. The evening is pleasantly warm, thanks to the prophecy bubble that the Tidelord used, and the air's heat combined with her heartmates' causes her aching muscles to slowly relax. Together, they watch the fireworks, Tiemeth occasionally sneaking kelp pieces to munch on. She glances at over at the hatchlings they found today, watching everything with wide-eyed wonder and joy, and smiles a little. Kovin glances over at her, confused, but she just shakes her head at him.
She's glad she responded to the Help Wanted sign. Certainly got more than she was bargaining for though, and she's completely fine with the idea that she'l have a full moon before the Greenskeeper Gathering. Lady Glade knows that's sure to be exciting. She also refuses to go to the Kelp Beds in the coli sessions for at least a week, even if Kovin's favorite food is the weird insects the maren leave behind. It's not happening.
For now though, she's content to sit on the beach and enjoy the simple things in life, surrounded by those she loves best.
ooc: thank you so much for running this! it was great fun to participate in, and i have a much greater appreciation for golda now haha. also, thanks for pinging me again, as i didn't check the thread and hadn't noticed the last section of choices and prompts. i hope you had fun during the saturnalia!
@BlueTrillium
[b][PARTY][/b]
[I](from [BUBBLE][/I]
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[/url]
Humorum hurried with the others who had found the Bubble, glad that this particular task had been completed successfully. Secretly, he wondered if part of the reason was that he himself had not found the bubble.... but he wasn't complaining. Arcnaist (and the Tidelord) only knows what might have happened if his magic had interfered with it....
...The party was still gong on, and Humorum felt quite proud of himself and all he had managed to accomplish. Whether this feeling was real, or inspired by the Butterbeer he had finally decided to try from the Tiki Bar, he wasn't sure--and honestly didn't care. Things had ended well, and he had been personally thanked for his efforts--meager as they were--by a number of dragons. Best of all, he had actually seen the Tidelord! As a Water Dragon born from an unhatched egg in Arcane lands, he had never thought to have that opportunity. Even if it was only from a distance, it was more than worth every minute of worry and headaches just for that glimpse.
As he was thinking this, Humorum felt a gentle nudge in his leg. Glancing to the side, he blinked at the sight of the Wavebreak Snarler crouched there, watching him with a slightly amused--and perhaps proud?-- look on his face. For a minute the young Nocturne was confused, until he saw the tiny emblem dangling from a short cord around the Bear's neck: An Arcane Symbol crossed with a Water Symbol, and a letter "H." The handwriting was unmistakably that of his brother Spumans...and the Bear was the one who had consented to come with him on the first day of the Festival.
The Bear nudged him again, and moved his head towards the edge of the crowd in an obvious gesture. Humorum nodded. His new friend was right. It was time to go home. Taking one last gulp of his drink, the young, happy Nocturne set down the empty mug on a tray, and sought out the Imperial who had been his temporary boss during the Festival.
"Thank-you, my lady, for giving me the opportunity to help out--and to explore a bit of my own magic. My Clan is calling me home, but if you ever have need of temporary aid again, I would be happy to be of service."
He bowed, accepted her murmured response--though he was not sure her claim that he had been a tremendous boon to the effort was completely correct--and then turned and made his way to the edge of the crowd, and his waiting Bear. (He made a mental note to thank Spumans for the emblem, and the tacit recognition... and he would certainly not envy his brother's familiar anymore. Not when he had had a chance to see their Flight's deity, and was going home with a friend who looked very proud to have chosen him as his companion.
All in all, he decided, it had been a fun experience, if a little harrowing at times, and a very enjoyable Festival Week. Perhaps, if they needed help next year, he would consider returning..... and maybe his magic wouldn't be quite so finicky when he did!
Thanks for a great game! :D
@
BlueTrillium
[PARTY]
(from [BUBBLE]
Humorum hurried with the others who had found the Bubble, glad that this particular task had been completed successfully. Secretly, he wondered if part of the reason was that he himself had not found the bubble.... but he wasn't complaining. Arcnaist (and the Tidelord) only knows what might have happened if his magic had interfered with it....
...The party was still gong on, and Humorum felt quite proud of himself and all he had managed to accomplish. Whether this feeling was real, or inspired by the Butterbeer he had finally decided to try from the Tiki Bar, he wasn't sure--and honestly didn't care. Things had ended well, and he had been personally thanked for his efforts--meager as they were--by a number of dragons. Best of all, he had actually seen the Tidelord! As a Water Dragon born from an unhatched egg in Arcane lands, he had never thought to have that opportunity. Even if it was only from a distance, it was more than worth every minute of worry and headaches just for that glimpse.
As he was thinking this, Humorum felt a gentle nudge in his leg. Glancing to the side, he blinked at the sight of the Wavebreak Snarler crouched there, watching him with a slightly amused--and perhaps proud?-- look on his face. For a minute the young Nocturne was confused, until he saw the tiny emblem dangling from a short cord around the Bear's neck: An Arcane Symbol crossed with a Water Symbol, and a letter "H." The handwriting was unmistakably that of his brother Spumans...and the Bear was the one who had consented to come with him on the first day of the Festival.
The Bear nudged him again, and moved his head towards the edge of the crowd in an obvious gesture. Humorum nodded. His new friend was right. It was time to go home. Taking one last gulp of his drink, the young, happy Nocturne set down the empty mug on a tray, and sought out the Imperial who had been his temporary boss during the Festival.
"Thank-you, my lady, for giving me the opportunity to help out--and to explore a bit of my own magic. My Clan is calling me home, but if you ever have need of temporary aid again, I would be happy to be of service."
He bowed, accepted her murmured response--though he was not sure her claim that he had been a tremendous boon to the effort was completely correct--and then turned and made his way to the edge of the crowd, and his waiting Bear. (He made a mental note to thank Spumans for the emblem, and the tacit recognition... and he would certainly not envy his brother's familiar anymore. Not when he had had a chance to see their Flight's deity, and was going home with a friend who looked very proud to have chosen him as his companion.
All in all, he decided, it had been a fun experience, if a little harrowing at times, and a very enjoyable Festival Week. Perhaps, if they needed help next year, he would consider returning..... and maybe his magic wouldn't be quite so finicky when he did!
Thanks for a great game! :D
Thank you for the ping!
[MAGWTY3]
Isa quickly hands Fred the drink, still clueless as to what it actually is, but relieved it was enjoyed. She thanks him hastily, grabbing the vial and dashing back to the Imperial, fearing Frec may change his mind.
[MAGEND]
Although disappointed to have to leave, having hoped to see the fruits of her searching, and of course to see some real proper water flight scrying again, Isa leaves and chooses to take a temporary residence nearby, not caring to fly home and back after the day's work.
[ENDGAME]
Apparently the messenger had never heard of reasonable hours to wake up. Throwing a small rock at him, and trying to bury her head away from the now much to bright sun, the messenger insists. She eventually sorts out the word "Mage division" and wakes immediately, hastily tying small bags to her arms and darting out to follow the messenger.
Isa stands nervously in the group, choosing to stay nearer the Imperial she had worked with the previous day. As the Guardian congratulates their efforts, Isa whoops with the other cheers. Any amount of sore wings was worth a victory over the beastclans.
With the announcement of a final task, and then as the groups begin to split, Isa finds herself unsure of where she stands. Is she supposed to accompany a group? Is she dismissed? Is she to be assigned a task? The guardian offers the answers quickly, and she immediately offers to join the group searching for the missing eggs.
(Choice A: Go with the group that will look for the missing dragon eggs)
[EGGS]
Nothing to add here.
[PARTY]
Nothing to add here either.
It was a blast! Thank you!
Thank you for the ping!
[MAGWTY3]
Isa quickly hands Fred the drink, still clueless as to what it actually is, but relieved it was enjoyed. She thanks him hastily, grabbing the vial and dashing back to the Imperial, fearing Frec may change his mind.
[MAGEND]
Although disappointed to have to leave, having hoped to see the fruits of her searching, and of course to see some real proper water flight scrying again, Isa leaves and chooses to take a temporary residence nearby, not caring to fly home and back after the day's work.
[ENDGAME]
Apparently the messenger had never heard of reasonable hours to wake up. Throwing a small rock at him, and trying to bury her head away from the now much to bright sun, the messenger insists. She eventually sorts out the word "Mage division" and wakes immediately, hastily tying small bags to her arms and darting out to follow the messenger.
Isa stands nervously in the group, choosing to stay nearer the Imperial she had worked with the previous day. As the Guardian congratulates their efforts, Isa whoops with the other cheers. Any amount of sore wings was worth a victory over the beastclans.
With the announcement of a final task, and then as the groups begin to split, Isa finds herself unsure of where she stands. Is she supposed to accompany a group? Is she dismissed? Is she to be assigned a task? The guardian offers the answers quickly, and she immediately offers to join the group searching for the missing eggs.
(Choice A: Go with the group that will look for the missing dragon eggs)
[EGGS]
Nothing to add here.
[PARTY]
Nothing to add here either.
It was a blast! Thank you!
[BUBBLE]
oh how dare they neglect the bubble like that
[PARTY]
Johwyn tentatively goes back down to the "Help Wanted" hut after many hours of celebration and being generally distracted.
"Um, I know you said this was just temporary, but is there any way I can keep this bauble? Or buy it? Or somehow get something like it? I really, really like this bauble. I mean I know it's not really useful for my everyday use but I really like the shiny and-"
Everyone in the hut just stares.
[BUBBLE]
oh how dare they neglect the bubble like that
[PARTY]
Johwyn tentatively goes back down to the "Help Wanted" hut after many hours of celebration and being generally distracted.
"Um, I know you said this was just temporary, but is there any way I can keep this bauble? Or buy it? Or somehow get something like it? I really, really like this bauble. I mean I know it's not really useful for my everyday use but I really like the shiny and-"
Everyone in the hut just stares.
[b][PARTY][/b] (from [EGGS])
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Zourel was happier than he had been in a very long time. He was glad he had decided to answer the plead for help, glad that he had not backed down in any turn no matter how insignificant or displeasing the tasks may have felt like at the time they had been presented to him. He was laughing and dancing with the other dragons, celebrating the successful recovery of the eggs and the quick work that had been done to prevent the beastclan's plot.
"Zourel?"
He turned around when he heard a familiar voice call out to him. It was [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=12141785]Tyurico[/url], his best friend from his clan. The spiral looked baffled at how much the pearlcatcher was enjoying himself, and confused of why he was celebrating with a bunch of dragons they had, according to the spiral, never seen before.
"Where have you been? The others were getting worried."
The pearlcatcher smiled faintly at his friend's question. He glanced back at the celebration, noticing that they had started with the fireworks, and deciding that this was a good moment for him to slip away. He turned back to his friend, motioning for the spiral to follow him away from the party.
"I'll tell you someday", he told his friend as the two headed to where the rest of their clan was waiting so that they could head back home. And though he had been clearly against it when he had joined to help the Security, perhaps now after the adventure was over he indeed [i]would[/i].
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Thank you once again for hosting this awesome event! :D I haven't had this much fun in ages, and playing Zourel has given me neat ideas on what direction I want to take his personality. :3
[PARTY] (from [EGGS])
Zourel was happier than he had been in a very long time. He was glad he had decided to answer the plead for help, glad that he had not backed down in any turn no matter how insignificant or displeasing the tasks may have felt like at the time they had been presented to him. He was laughing and dancing with the other dragons, celebrating the successful recovery of the eggs and the quick work that had been done to prevent the beastclan's plot.
"Zourel?"
He turned around when he heard a familiar voice call out to him. It was
Tyurico, his best friend from his clan. The spiral looked baffled at how much the pearlcatcher was enjoying himself, and confused of why he was celebrating with a bunch of dragons they had, according to the spiral, never seen before.
"Where have you been? The others were getting worried."
The pearlcatcher smiled faintly at his friend's question. He glanced back at the celebration, noticing that they had started with the fireworks, and deciding that this was a good moment for him to slip away. He turned back to his friend, motioning for the spiral to follow him away from the party.
"I'll tell you someday", he told his friend as the two headed to where the rest of their clan was waiting so that they could head back home. And though he had been clearly against it when he had joined to help the Security, perhaps now after the adventure was over he indeed
would.
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Thank you once again for hosting this awesome event! :D I haven't had this much fun in ages, and playing Zourel has given me neat ideas on what direction I want to take his personality. :3
FR+3
