Quests & Challenges

[s]woo the rest of the days!! started writing less at the end because at this point im exhausted from working on a 22 page "short story"[/s] sorry for text wall also augh [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/82392176][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/scry?sdid=3028424&skin=0&apparel=1750,42681,28001,40840,3288,12906,46544,3634&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url][/center] [rule] [center][b]Day 3[/b][/center] The bottle of glitter mesmerized Gholdengo. It was so shiny and sparkly and glimmery, and it took all of his effort to stop staring at it. "What to glitterbomb?" was the question of the day. Hey, wasn't there, like, some artsy kid that lived near [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/49679842]Chef Kawasaki[/url]? Maybe he could go and... tactfully improve some of her art... [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/76998899][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/769989/76998899_350.png[/img][/url][/center] Adeleine was painting a gorgeous scene of a picnic alongside her fairy friend Ribbon. She was putting extra care into making the food look scrumptious, for her talent was making her art come to life. If the food looked good, it would taste good, simple as that. Wiping a paw across her forehead, she tilted her head, examining the state of her painting "Maybe a little more pink on the strawberry cake frosting there." Ribbon suggested. Adeleine nodded and looked around for her tube of pink paint. Patting around on and under the easel, she looked befuddled. "Where'd it go? I just used it." The artist put down her palette and sighed, turning back to her house to go get more paint. Ribbon stayed behind to watch over the art. She was contemplating adding her own touches to it when a noise sounded from behind a bush. She looked over and saw the pink paint tube perched right on top, as if it'd always been there. "Hey, what's that doing there? I should go get it and let Adeleine know..." As she flew over to snag it, a sneaky spirit approached the easel. Gholdengo took out the bottle and gave the glitter a hearty shake. He wasn't entirely sure how much to use on the picture, so why not all of it? Uncapping the bottle, he stepped back and forcefully shook the glitter at the painting. It splattered all over the image, almost obscuring the underlying picnic. Welp, that was easy. He dipped out of sight as Ribbon flew back, calling out for her friend. When she saw that the art was vandalized, she freaked out, dropping the tube. "ADELEINEEEE?? A LITTLE TEENSY PROBLEM..." She said. Adeleine came rushing out, assorted pink paints clutched in her talons. When she saw what happened, she also dropped all of her paint. Gholdengo, who was watching from the bush, found it mildly amusing. "Ribbon? Did you try sprinkling fairy dust on the paint again?" Ribbon shook her head frantically. "I swear I didn't do anything to it! I just saw the pink paint on the bush over there and went to go get it, and when I came back, it looked like this!" Adeleine misunderstood what her friend was trying to say and glared at her. "You hid the paint so you could glitter-ify my art again!" "Noooooo!!! I didn't do anything!!" Ribbon pleaded. The two were forced to settle with a very sparkly picnic blanket, a very sparkly picnic basket, and very sparkly food. Ribbon took a hesitant bite of a tomato and it made a loud CRUNCH noise. Adeleine winced. After a few bites, Ribbon nodded. "Hey, this actually isn't that bad. The glitter gives it a good crunch. It's a little grainy, but I think we can make do." Adeleine cautiously ate a bit of the cake. "...You're not wrong. This feels wrong, but you're not wrong." The two ate their glittery picnic, acting as if this was a very normal thing to do. Gholdengo, once again, was disappointed. This was the second time this week he'd accidentally made food better instead of worse. What was he gonna do next, invent a string cheese brand?? Suddenly, Kawasaki raced by. "It wasn't me, it wasn't me, I didn't touch your shovel!!" He cried out. The [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/49679842]Nooklings[/url] were close behind, angrily brandishing a broom. "Give it back, we know you touched it, you were the only dragon who visited our store that day!! ...That day!!" [rule] [center][b]Day 4[/b][/center] [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/63964381][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/639644/63964381_350.png[/img][/url][/center] Gholdengo did not like fire. Despite his intangibility and the fact that gold's melting point is, like, crazy high, he was not a big fan of the hot hot ouchie stuff. So, he enlisted the help of Willow, the local pyromaniac, to do the dirty stuff for him. Willow didn't seem all to surprised to see a ghost for some reason. It was like she had been around them before, or something. Anyway, the two spent the day building a comical effigy of the Flamecaller just for Willow to toss in a match and light it all up. She seemed delighted in watching all the tinder and sticks burn, hypnotized by the flames. Gholdengo, meanwhile, left her to it and instead spent time with his new golden shovel. Today was a pretty chill, er, hot day for Ghol. [rule] [center][b]Day 5[/b][/center] What was wrong with stars? They were pretty and sparkly like glitter covering the sky. Gholdengo was very disappointed in the Icewarden right now. First the ghost-hunting, and now the star slander. They weren't too happy with the ice god at the moment, so they decided to hold a party to spite him on the most star-like place he knew. [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/77648426][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/776485/77648426.png[/img][/url][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/77666744][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/776668/77666744.png[/img][/url] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/74293927][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/742940/74293927.png[/img][/url] [/center] Planet Popstar: home of Dreamland, the most peaceful place in the galaxy... err, Sornieth. Currently, it wasn't as peaceful as usual, but this time it wasn't because it was being attacked by some intergalactic supervillain. Instead, it was hosting a party to celebrate the existence of stars. Taranza, the local florist, was tending to a topiary decorations made of Lucky Stars, Starfall Blossoms and Star Moss. Magolor, the shopkeeper, was tending to his Shoppe, selling assorted goodies- roast Star-Nosed Mole, starfish dishes, and Starsilk apparels made by masterful claw. Starspawn Flyers danced around the sky, creating stunning visual displays. To top it off, the residential chinchilla-like god, Fecto Elfilis, was allowed to create a few star-shaped portals here and there, more for decoration than usage, since they looked like they led to some not-very-nice places. No one was really sure who started the celebration. The only evidence was a few transparent flyers stuck on walls... [rule] [center][b]Day 6[/b][/center] Gholdengo was mildly worried about the lack of boss-ghost that day. He tried not to worry too much, but the idea that the Icewarden could have captured them cropped up here and there, giving him mild anxiety. [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/70601980][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/706020/70601980_350.png[/img][/url][/center] To put them off his mind, they spent the day talking to a fellow ghostie- Blacephalon. Despite lacking a mouth, it was very good with deep, thoughtful conversation. After a very serious discussion about who Shrek was and whether he was love or life, it comically blew up its bomb-like head and went on with its day, to the bewilderment of its golden buddy.

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/61993490][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/619935/61993490p.png[/img][/url] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/a170h6tjl0pq3o8/lightningmidsmall.png[/img][/center] Nine got away with sleeping late indeed. Once she'd finished a phantasmal-breakfast, the Mirror decided to grab a load of spoons and hide them around the lair. She was amused by the idea of dragons coming across spoons in surprising places. Nine eventually realised boss wasn't coming, and decided to go visit some familiar faces. Nem wasn't at the ghost-hunter camp at that time, she Nine fluttered the pages of a book a pearlcatcher had been reading when Njira got up for some tea. The Mirror avoided [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/63940490]Ilind[/url], who was known to have the sharpest spectral-senses. Nine enjoyed curling up by a campfire before messing with one of the crew dozing off by a ouiji board. Nine wasn't sure whether her ghostly-status would end with the festival like some manner of fae-tale spell. So she flew back to the incredibly haunted ramshackle mansion she'd spent her formative years in, to tell her family all that had been happening that week.

Day 2 - [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/21530873][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/215309/21530873_350.png[/img][/url] Nyx wasn't cut out for a life of crime. It was [i]mildly[/i] amusing to see Rho's expression the day before... but she was a [i]ghost fighter[/i], not a ghost herself! This whole thing was a terrible mistake. And yet, she found herself outside the clan's treasury, hoping to sneak out something shiny to appease the ghost, who she hoped would be sharing the secret to turning back into a dragon by the end of the festival. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/6206316]Fluffy[/url] was nowhere to be seen... not that it really mattered since Nyx was a ghost, but old habits die hard. Nyx floated into the vault and took a look around - there were piles of apparel, sadly little treasure since the trader took all that they had for "investments," and chests teetering on top of each other. You would [i]think[/i] it would be a little bit more organized, but that's what happens after you've been living in one spot for awhile and the [i]stuff[/i] starts accumulating. Aha! This fool's good would do. Why was it even in the vault in the first place?? Either way, it was shiny and would finish this task.

it was at this point I realized I could just use one post to catch-up ~ [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/21530873][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/215309/21530873_350.png[/img][/url] [b]Day 3[/b] Nyx started at the glitter pack forlornly. Her clan leaders might exile her - or worse! - if they found out she brought [i]glitter[/i] into the clan. She shuddered at the thought of it clinging to everyone who came into contact with it. But, she was too far in... She took the glitter packed and went to the ice sculpture area her clan had set up as part of the festival. Nyx sprinkled the packet over the "Welcome to the 2023 Crystalline Gala!" ice sculpture, making it sparkle in the sunlight. It [i]almost[/i] looked like it belonged... although she still cringed at the clean-up that would be required post-festival. It was probably going to require quarantine and decontamination. ~ [b]Day 4[/b] Fire? Nyx wrinkled her nose. During an [i]Ice[/i] festival? That seemed... unnatural. Fortunately, it wouldn't be too hard. She went to one of the Winter Games souvenir booths and swiped at Flamecaller Puppet from a stand selling hatchling toys and then headed over to the bonfire area, where dragons were enjoying s'mores and hot chocolate by the flames. She tossed the puppet in one of the fires and called it a day. Simple. ~~ [b]Day 5[/b] Nyx headed over to her clan's apparel closet - [url=http://]Eventide[/url] brought back a lot of random articles of clothing in trades she made across Sornieth and the clan had ended up with quite a store of materials and clothing. She rummaged through a few boxes before she found what she was looking for - the Starsilk box! Nyx grabbed a handful of Starsilk Earrings and headed over to the snowdragon building area, a giant field where artists and hatchlings and tourists tried their hand at building a snowdragon! There were great big piles of snow being carried in for use, but Nyx was more concerned with the [i]completed[/i] snowdragons. After a few minutes work, a section of snowdragons was now sporting very fashionable Starsilk Earrings. It was actually quite pretty - they sparkled in the snow and looked like they actually belonged. But the whole thing was rubbish - she had [i]never[/i] heard of the Icewarden hating stars. Her clan even had a few astronomers who led tours at night to see the stars! Some of the dragons in her clan even sported stars on their wings and body - hopefully it was all just messed up legend, not that the Icewarden was an active deity or that they'd ever know if he actually disproved of stars. ~~ [b]Day 6[/b] Nyx couldn't find the Ghost Boss anywhere, not that she looked hard. But she was getting anxious about being turned back in the dragon. Still, it was the Crystalline Gala and her clan had a gazillion things to do and see. She was going to take it easy today and enjoy the day off, although she was starting to wonder if anyone missed her. The chaos of the festival made it very easy to lose track of dragons, but she definitely missed a few of her Winter Games shift (the entire clan had to take turns helping out during the festival at one of their many events and attractions). ~~

[img]https://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/familiar/art/13432.png[/img] This is not a comforting face to be woken up by. Shortly after this realization you have another: Hippalectryons do not speak Draconic. They are clearly attempting to communicate with you but alas, you do not understand Snowy Squawk. The rumor you heard as a Hatchling that Arctic Hippalectryons shed snow seems to be true, however. There is now lots of snow on the ground. After several moments of Snowy Squawk and shrugging that you're sure must have woken your Clanmates the Hippalectryon gives up. they stick their head into their wing and remove a bag. The bag hits the floor in front of you. Then the Hippalectryon flies off. Inside the top of the bag is a small note. [i]In this bag are the necessary ingredients for the counter-potion. Follow the instructions carefully. Someone will be along tomorrow to speak with you. Please be corporeal by then.[/i] Inside the bag is the promised instructions, some herbs, an odd orange liquid and a very small rock. The instructions seem pretty standard but one thing stands out: A missing ingredient. The recipe says you need "the dust of something that is very important to you personally." As you head off to procure an item your mind wanders to the next day. Are you going to be in trouble? Is the Icewarden himself going to show up? Your Clanleader is going to be so mad... __________________________________________ Brewing time! Either tell us how your brewing goes or send in the object you would add to the potion! [size=1]@Kothra @lyrelore @Doozie @mrgbmommy @styygian @ThrenHasHat @Disillusionist @Dessy @harpyja @Malbyte @Sonoch @sockmonkeygerald @ClockworkEclipse @TheBirdandtheBow @odyssia @Saronai @Stanzascale @P03 @unidra @Leopardmask @AceChaser @Inosinate @Ajgreelyfan3 @Sinuzaki @Noivurn @Islet @dragonflare92 @Tanganika @shiro3tora[/size]

Drezel was curious. No ghostie boss? Well, he thought, maybe that was a good thing. Ghostie boss was bad at inventing crimes anyway.

So, Drezel retreated back to his usual haunt deep in the swamp. Back, he thought, to pranking the unsuspecting and leading the wary astray. Before long, he spotted a hunter. Perfect. He could shapeshift into a deer and...

The hunter would not follow because the hunter would not see him.

He would have to try something else.

"Hey!" he called. "Hey you! I found some really big deer! Just follow the sound of my voice."

"Hmm," the hunter said. "No, I'm not going to follow strange voices."

Drezel sighed, disappointed.

A little later, he found another wandering dragon peering at every shiny flower. He could shapeshift into...

No, he had to stop thinking like this. Maybe he could conjure little will-o-the-wisp still though.

But when the glowing wisps appeared inches from her face, she ignored them, walking straight through one as if it didn't exist.

Drezel nearly exclaimed in disappointment. All he wanted was to stop being a ghost. This was boring.

He turned to slink to a hideaway and sulk when he heard a sound from his pouch: the crystalline sound of a ringing bell.

He glanced back. The dragon was looking toward him.

Smiling, he reached into his pouch and shook the bell again.

"What's that?" the dragon wondered aloud.

Drezel broke into a grin. His days of mischief were not over yet.

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Drezel nearly leapt out of his skin at the sight of the creature. How embarrassing! He was supposed to be the one delivering frights!

But as he read the instructions that were in the bag, he exclaimed for joy. Finally, a way out of this wretched ghosthood! And all he needed other than the ingredients in the bag was the dust of something important to him.

There was only one problem: there was nothing important to him. He wasn't sentimental. He kept almost nothing.

He'd think of it, he decided, and he did as he followed the instructions. They were very standard: This herb and that herb ground together, add to the orange potion, swirl it fifteen times. Potion should turn light green. He followed them. And now it only needed the dust of something important to him.

He thought of his bell. But how could he get dust from that? There was his hat, he thought, but when he went to grab it, he realized he must have misplaced it again. When did he do that?

There were his books.

He pulled one out, and he gulped. It was the diary of a famous trickster. Irreplaceable.

A lump formed in his throat. It was worth it, he told himself.

He looked through it, reading it fondly. It seemed such a shame to give this up.

Then he saw that in the back, there was a blank page. And he thought. He had to use the dust of something important. It didn't have to be the dust of the whole thing, only dust that had come from it. He could take dust from only a part of it. A blank page was still a part of the book.

So, gingerly, he tore the page, his heart still tearing a little at the thought of damaging this book. With a sigh, he crumbled the brittle page into dust, adding it to the potion.

The moment he drank it, he had no regrets.

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/82392176][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/scry?sdid=3028424&skin=0&apparel=1750,42681,28001,40840,3288,12906,46544,3634&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url][/center] [rule] [center][b]Day 7[/b][/center] The Arctic Hippalectryon gave him a fright when he awoke. Gholdengo was mighty upset with this bird-horse hybrid startling him, since [i]he[/i] was the one who was scaring things, not it! He was also mighty disappointed to find out that he wouldn't be allowed to be incorporeal anymore. He'd miss his ability to phase through solid objects and possess things. It was like he'd gotten to experience his hatchling years all over again. What meant a lot to him? Well, his friend, [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/82732282]Tinkaton[/url], certainly did. Maybe she'd have something that he could crush up that she didn't need? He flew over to her workshop. When he peeked in, he found her asleep on top of her giant hammer, paws tucked under her head. She was smiling slightly, as if she was having a pleasant dream. He floated through the door and looked around for something, anything he could use for the potion. He found some rusted scraps lying around, but he wasn't sure that was what he wanted. Plus, did those things really have any significance towards him, besides having been used by his best friend? After a moment of thought, he considered- maybe, instead of something that was owned by his important friend, he'd have to use something that his important friend gave to him. That way, he owned it, and it meant more than some random thing. He gulped, realizing the implication that he'd have to destroy and drink a gift. In his treasure hoard, he looked through his bits and bobs and picked out a few of the items she'd given him over their friendship. One was a little carved piece of gold shaped to look like him. Another was a sheet of metal carved with his name on it. There were some pieces of jewelry and photos also in the mix. He felt too attached to all of it to even dare crush any. He'd have to pick something, though, since the dragon who wrote the letter sounded very serious about becoming corporeal again. Forlornly, he pulled out [url=https://imgur.com/9ZgS0QB]one of the pictures[/url]. They'd gotten it taken together just last week, of them simply posing together before the camera. He told himself they could get another taken as he shut his eyes and ripped it up, but it still felt like he had ripped a little hole in his ghostie heart afterwards. He followed the instructions to make the potion as best as he could, swirling the mixture around in a golden goblet when he was finished. The only thing he was thinking of when he downed it was how Tinkaton would feel when he told her what he'd done with their photo... Until he remembered they'd gotten multiple copies of it so they could both have one. It had even been sitting on her desk, alongside other gifts he'd given her, and he'd seen it when he was snooping around. Well, he supposed he may have overreacted a little bit there, haha...

[quote]Day 3 [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/33549588][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/335496/33549588_350.png[/img][/url] Crime is complicated. After much debate, Sugarcube decided the best place to vandalize would be the archive. Plenty of nooks and crannies to get glitter wedged in… plus no one hung out in the archives. Only a few of the older dragons, if anyone. When she arrived the air was still. Dust thick in the air. As predicted the archives were empty and quiet. Without much thought she prepared to throw the vial against a shelve of scrolls- “I wouldn’t do that.” [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/33321335][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/333214/33321335.png[/img][/url] “MERCY!”, Sugarcube jumped back and dropped the vial on the floor. It shattered spreading glitter over her paws. “Sugarcube, If you ruin my wife’s collection, you will regret it. Your not as subtle as you think” “…you can see me?” “I thought you were smarter than this…” sigh, “You wear bells. I heard you come in. Now beat it. I don’t want you anywhere near here unless unless your corporeal.”

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/65077450][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/650775/65077450_350.png[/img][/url] [b]Saturday[/b][/center] "Something important to me?" Trendafil winces. The only thing that comes to mind are those roses on top of his head. They're great for setting up pranks, so he's always been fond of them. "But it's been a week; are any still there? [i]Arrrrgh.[/i]" The Veilspun droops as he looks around the courtyard. It's been freshly raked and swept -- not a rose petal in sight! [i]"Well, someone else [/i]should[i] be able to reverse this crazy potion! Maybe I can get [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/28230211]Rahenna[/url] to put in a good word for me. Or [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/53667393]Quasar[/url]? Wait, no, she's an exorcist. Ahh, if only the place hadn't been swept..."[/i] He stops sifting through the dirt for a moment, his ears quivering. [i]"Freshly...swept..."[/i] A good half-hour later, the [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/25864940]janitor[/url] returns to the compost heap -- only to find the mulch strewn all over the place. He lets out a bellow of dismay. "Who's been digging through the garbage again?!" Trendafil doesn't hear, and really, he couldn't care less. He's managed to retrieve a handful of his rose petals from beneath this week's garbage! ...A little mushy and smelly, perhaps, but these are definitely his. "Time to get a-brewing!"

[center][b]Saturday [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/19708585][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/197086/19708585_350.png[/img][/url][/b][/center] Khione awoke to a very strange creature who shedded snow, just like she had heard in her hatchling days! After reading the note and looking at the potion, she thought for a while and then flew off. Maybe she would get into trouble, or the Icewarden himself is going to be mad because she sent stars to him that other day, or she would be scolded by her clan leader and made an outcast for all the trouble she caused. Khione didn't know her leader that well and was afraid of what might happen to her. Whatever happened, she knew she couldn't stay a ghost forever. The coatl didn't like to admit this, but the lack of dragon interaction started to get boring for her. Even though some of her clanmates were insufferable and annoying at times, she still needed that social interaction to bond with them. The destination took a while to reach, but she finally arrived at the nest where her clan leader found her and hatched her. The remnants of the nest was nothing more than a bunch of twigs and trodden snow at this point, but she still remembered her first day when she opened her eyes as a young Fae. "Alright, here goes," Khione said, as she scooped up the fragments of her hatchling nest -- several twigs and some snow, and mixed it into the potion.