Quests & Challenges

----- [columns][item=Ambush][nextcol][size=4][i]Uh-oh! It’s time to be productive.[/i][/size][br][size=5]First I need a list of things to accomplish... [/size][/columns]----- First I'm creating a list. *Name my new Sandsurges *Finish acquiring all my samurai dragons (coli dragons) -Get their apparel sets -Gene them up where necessary -Get them to level 25 -Stat them -Get their abilities *Hib den tasks *cull my lair and hib den I ended up completing about 10 hib den tasks till it was filled with expensive familiars or breed change scrolls.

----- [columns][item=Serrated Pilco Shell][nextcol][size=4][i]There's a tale to be told![/i][/size][br][size=5]Writing out Gaeguri's story from last time. [/size][/columns]----- He rushed out of his room, having completely forgotten that he had training today. The loose belt slipped off the scales hidden beneath his armor and caught around his back right leg. Without missing a beat, Gaeguri turned the momentum into a forward roll and gracefully landed in his usual spot, directly in front of the 6 new recruits. As he stabilized himself, he looked out at...an empty yard. It was vacation. So he could have gardened!! He sighed, he really needed a calendar or an assistant or a better memory. Probably best to just ask for a calendar. Well, he was already ready to run through the usual course so he might as well take the time and practice instructing. With his mind made up, he started lecturing to his army of perfectly attentive ghost recruits. "Today we're going to run through a simple course across the Sandswept Delta. Stay with me, listen closely, and then tomorrow you'll be doing this yourselves." He walked for about 15 minutes before a dust cloud appeared on Gaeguri's left, quickly closing in. "This," Gaeguri said as he casually reached into the newly arrived dust cloud and pressed down, "Is a Dunerunner. They're quick but tend to move and attack in a straight line. When you're more experienced, you can time your movements and stop them." He released his claw and the duenrunner immediately took off, "For tomorrow, just avoid them." He continued forward, discussing the time he dealt with 4 dunerunners at once, forcing them to run into each other and knocking themselves out. Before he could finish recounting his tales though, a crowned bonepriest and 2 kitsunes burst out of the sand at him. He shook his head as he dodged one kitsune and bumped his body into the other, send it flying into the bonepriest. "Kitsunes are agile bu-" he used his right claw to smash through the creature's thin scythe, "-t you need to be careful of their scythes. If you can, take them out first. The scythe is sharp but brittle." He accented his pointed by slamming the second charcoal kitsune into the ground and causing the scythe to shatter. "That only leaves you with the bonepriest. Ideally you'd stay above it-" He leapt to the side as three bright bolts of energy slammed into where he'd just been standing. "-which is usually difficult if not impossible. So," He grabbed a clawful of sand as he started running at the bonepriest, "play dirty." He flung the sand at the bonepriest and then barrel rolled to the right before leaping and swinging both his claws down on the centipedal creature. "There's no right or wrong in a real fight. When you go off to the Stormcatcher, you'll be fighting dragons, not these small fry. But this is still good practice. A win is a win. A winning strategy is a good strategy. Even better if it's consistent." He casually cut his way into the bonepriest's carcass and gently extracted a small sac. "Bonepriest venom," He said as he turned around to show the no doubt starry-eyed, silent recruits. "In addition to practical training, we'll be going over your book knowledge. Knowing what you can and can't use is critical on an ever-changing, everlasting battlefield." He went to place the venom in his sack before realizing that he'd left his belt back at the lair, on the ground, by his room; a casualty of his hasty entrance. Sighing, he tossed the venom sac back onto the dead body before turning to face his audience directly. "And that's that. You'll come out with me every morning for the next month and every evening for the month after. Any questions?" The afternoon light gave the desert sand an almost blinding glare. Silence reigned. Gaeguri smiled and said, "No? That's fine." He turned and started walking back the way he came, expecting that his imaginary recruits would naturally catch up. "Let me tell you about the time I fought the Thunderstomp, the great lightning rhino.."

[center] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/88025575][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/880256/88025575_350.png[/img][/url] [i] Who are you? [/i] Sahara didn’t dare speak the words aloud. Endless stars stretched across the cool night sky, shining down on her and her silent guest. Sonor was long asleep - the only sign of him a small tip of one tail crest poking out of the sand. He always preferred to burrow deep at night, surrounding himself in the hidden warmth below. Even so, Sahara was afraid the three words would wake him. So she watched the spirit in silence, willing him to say something. Anything. He was small - no more than a hatchling. Mostly white with patches the colour of the desert sand. Energy seemed to crackle around him; Sahara could almost convince herself at times that there were blue sparks around him. Magic? Something else? Spirits often had bits of magic clinging to them after death, especially those with significant power in life. If only he’d speak to her. Seasons had passed since she first saw him, trailing after Sonor like his own personal ghost. She hadn’t thought to mention it at first - after all, spirits came and went with the shifting of the sands. It was the third time she saw him, several sunrises later, that she first spoke up. She had hardly finished describing him before Sonor rose to his feet, fans flared and a growl rumbling in his throat. The fight was brutal. He had shouted, calling her names and accusing her of making things up. He was so far from his usual easygoing self the Sahara hardly recognized him. And then he had gone. Days went by. After so many seasons alone, she thought she’d welcome the peace of the desert. After all, she had told herself, who needed such a cruel dragon at her side. But the days dragged on. The sun seemed hotter somehow. The dunes steeper. The nights lonelier. Sahara shook her head, bringing herself back into the present. No, she couldn’t ask Sonor about this creature who so often followed after him, expression unreadable. Her only hope was that the spirit himself would speak up. Offer her some kind of clue about why he was there, how he knew Sonor. With a sigh, she laid her head down on her front paws and resigned herself to sleep. A moment later, the ghost looked at her, locking eyes for the first time since she’d seen him all those months ago. She held her breath. His eyes rounded into terror.