Order Form wrote:
Quests & Challenges
Quests, Challenges, and Festival games.
TOPIC | Ember Toss {FF - Tosses Closed, RP Open}
[quote=Order Form]
@Falconair
[b]Username[/b]: Sidegrinder
[b]Number of Free Tosses (max. 3/day)[/b]: 3
[b]Tosses Purchased[/b]: 10
[/quote]
Quote:
@Falconair
Username: Lucent
Number of Free Tosses (max. 3/day): used them up already
Tosses Purchased: Buying 200 now.
Username: Lucent
Number of Free Tosses (max. 3/day): used them up already
Tosses Purchased: Buying 200 now.
Last buys for Friday. Will send you a CR shortly~ Thank you!
Quote:
@Falconair
Username: Lucent
Number of Free Tosses (max. 3/day): used them up already
Tosses Purchased: Buying 200 now.
Username: Lucent
Number of Free Tosses (max. 3/day): used them up already
Tosses Purchased: Buying 200 now.
Last buys for Friday. Will send you a CR shortly~ Thank you!
.
.
.
[quote] @Falconair [b]Username[/b]: SeaGodling[b]Number of Free Tosses (max. 3/day)[/b]: 3 [b]Tosses Purchased[/b]: 15[/quote]
[quote]
@Falconair
[b]Username[/b]: Werkaec
[b]Number of Free Tosses (max. 3/day)[/b]: 3
[b]Tosses Purchased[/b]: 312
[/quote]
[i]It's the dead of night again.
It seems fewer fireworks went off today.
And the stalls' lanterns appear a shade dimmer.
The festival seems to be winding down.
Or perhaps, preparing for the largest celebration to come.[/i]
---
[b]"Foolishness."[/b]
The entire row of stalls could hear it. The word is tinged with ice, disdainful, every syllable drawn out. You turn to look at its speaker, only to see her staring right back at you. She takes one step forward, then another, calmly, deliberately, with a murderous look in her eyes.
Despite being average-sized for a guardian, she seems to tower over everything.
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=33813404]
[img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/338135/33813404_350.png[/img]
[/url]
Without saying another word, the guardian takes out a large satchel and messily shakes its contents out, dumping hundreds of embers onto your booth. After she's through, she drops the satchel to the floor, severely burnt, and stares at the pile with a look of disgust.
"How.
After all I've done for them, for this clan.
How could they disobey me like this?"
She gives off a snort, then turns around, knocking some embers off the stand with her tail.
"All you fire folk should be ashamed of yourselves. Intruding in our territory, breaking apart the floes, endangering countless hatchlings..."
You can't see from this angle, but you're almost sure she spits on the ground.
"Festival, they call this. Hah! What kind of dragon in their right mind would want to go to one of these..."
And with that, she's gone, leaving only a massive stock of embers and a poor discarded satchel in her wake.
Quote:
It's the dead of night again.
It seems fewer fireworks went off today.
And the stalls' lanterns appear a shade dimmer.
The festival seems to be winding down.
Or perhaps, preparing for the largest celebration to come.
---
"Foolishness."
The entire row of stalls could hear it. The word is tinged with ice, disdainful, every syllable drawn out. You turn to look at its speaker, only to see her staring right back at you. She takes one step forward, then another, calmly, deliberately, with a murderous look in her eyes.
Despite being average-sized for a guardian, she seems to tower over everything.
Without saying another word, the guardian takes out a large satchel and messily shakes its contents out, dumping hundreds of embers onto your booth. After she's through, she drops the satchel to the floor, severely burnt, and stares at the pile with a look of disgust.
"How.
After all I've done for them, for this clan.
How could they disobey me like this?"
She gives off a snort, then turns around, knocking some embers off the stand with her tail.
"All you fire folk should be ashamed of yourselves. Intruding in our territory, breaking apart the floes, endangering countless hatchlings..."
You can't see from this angle, but you're almost sure she spits on the ground.
"Festival, they call this. Hah! What kind of dragon in their right mind would want to go to one of these..."
And with that, she's gone, leaving only a massive stock of embers and a poor discarded satchel in her wake.
