Quests & Challenges

Pfft. Euclase is taking a more aggressive stance than I’d normally expect of her, but I appreciate the irony of her targeting the player whose least favorite food is basically her favorite. [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=2838482] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/28385/2838482.png[/img][/url] Euclase had spent the time between when the contestants were called and the start of the games getting a closer look at the many crystals protruding from the walls and ceiling. She had already said all there was to say to the clanmates that would await her return from outside the arena, so she saw no need to leave a message. Studying their surroundings prevented her from exchanging greetings with the other volunteers, oh, but it was worth it for a geode of this size! She had never seen any crystal formations quite so [i]big[/i] before, and Euclase had seen a number of subterranean wonders. Before long she had scrawled out several pages of notes and sketches of particularly interesting crystals. She’d meet the others soon enough anyway, when they became rivals. The games began with an expected degree of chaos. Dragons were running in all directions, to and away from a massive cornucopia. Euclase decided to take her chances approaching it, slim as her chances were at gathering anything useful. The skydancer startled when an explosion of rice sent grains peppering against her side. Her foot slipped on one of the bottles, so that she fell over into a pile of half open sacks. When she managed to righten herself, she found that her fall had been broken by tubes of ketchup, several of which had burst and left a red stain all off her fur and feathers. Humiliating, but perhaps she could make use of it. Euclase grabs the nearest sharp objects, a pair of steak knives of all things, and jumped onto the cornucopia with a yell. This presentation cleared the immediate area of dragons, namely a brightly colored nocturne. Maybe she could get some real looting done now. But first she gingerly put the steak knives back down. She couldn’t think of any reason she’d want to keep those.

if the game starts, sumuji starts! the spiral gives a sneaky smile as he runs with all his might. ‘that trap is too easy,’ he thinks, ‘they’re going to have to try harder for me to snack!’
he gives a swift look towards one of his opponents. a mighty ridge (@TheAwesoMew) runs closer towards him and looks to almost stomp him. sumuji motions his body to get their attention.
just then, once he knows the ridgeback is looking, he moves one eye up and the other straight down. each go right and left and scrabble uncomfortably independently of each other. “how’s that?”
the other seems rather neutral towards the action, but he doesn’t seem to be paying attention to what’s ahead of him and...
poof!!

sumuji looks up to the sky and thinks of Blanc (@Wonderlast). may the best dragons win! and i mean us!

Hearing the whistle go, Caradoc knew the best thing to do would be hang back, all that food was just a trap that he had no intention of getting caught by. No, he would wait for others to get the food, pick his target and take the food from them. Glancing over the dragons, he spotted a blue skydancer with gembond that would no doubt weigh her down and make her easy pray. Keeping his body low to the ground, he stalked up to her, not even flinching at the sound of an explosion and rice raining down. Suddenly, a loud yell was made and he looked up to see the skydancer, bathed in ketchup and waving steak knives around. Welp, he was no match for a couple of knives. Caradoc ran faster than any other dragon to get to safety. But those knives could come in handy he thought, as he glanced back to see her putting them down. But that's for another day, for now he needed to find food and a way to protect himself before venturing back.

Sounds interesting is it still open to sign up?

@Alligatorsight

This round of gameplay is full and in progress, but if you would like, I can put you on a pinglist for signups for the probably-going-to-happen second round.

Or you can RP as a spectator, providing you follow the rules in the Rules post.

[center][b][u][size=6]DAY ONE[/size][/b][/u][/center] [quote=KDRT Earth News Radio]...when questioned, had only this to say: "I've stolen priceless fossils before, and I'll do it again." I'll like to take this moment to remind all our listeners that a portion of your membership fees for the Cairnstone Rest Natural History Museum help pay for the upkeep of its modern security systems. But before we move on, let us peek in on the morning's events in the Hungry Games. [b]A simple brown cape and a sparkling bit of beautiful gold jewelry[/b] were parachuted in just before dawn. The dragon who received them better hold on tight--it's gonna get rough out there! [b]Brea[/b] decides to make a campfire for roasting what he took from the Cornucopia but doesn't have anything to start it with. He wastes the morning looking for firewood instead of more food. [b]Pecan, Blance, Damek,[/b] and [b]Terra (the Snapper)[/b] all converge on the same small pigpen. After a few tense minutes, they agree to temporarily join up and try to hunt down other players. [b]Terra (the Skydancer)[/b] walks by a handful of fruit trees at the same time as [b]Sumuji,[/b] who snags a pair of lemons and squirts the juice in [b]Terra (the Skydancer)'s[/b] face. Startled and temporarily blinded, [b]Terra (the Skydancer)[/b] runs facefirst into a low-hanging tree branch [color=red]and is knocked out.[/color] [b]Lowery[/b] discovers footprints in a freshly tilled field and decides to try his hand at hunting other players. So does [b]Caradoc.[/b] Because they're actually hunting [i]each other,[/i] they lose the morning going in circles. [b]OzTheGreat[/b] leaves a small meat smoking shed with a sturdy salami in each hand and unexpectedly bumps into [b]Olivine.[/b] Wielding them like swords, he chases after her for the better part of twenty minutes. [b]Arcadia[/b] notices that [b]Horephoros[/b] isn't minding her offering sack while picking wheat and steals her frozen pizza. Well, it's sort of a soggy, thawed, unbaked pizza by now. Still! Over by a barn filled with furiously bleating goats, [b]Echo[/b] runs into [b]Euclase,[/b] who tried to gather milk and was headbutted so hard it fractured her right leg. He does his best to help her with the injury. [b]Widowmaker[/b] comes across [b]Azurith's[/b] makeshift little camp and secretly laces her drinking water with juice from some ghost peppers he found late last night. Violently ill and unable to stop sobbing, [color=red]she's forced to quit the games and go to the first aid station.[/color] Sadly, she takes her ankles with her when she leaves. [b]Caribbean Sea[/b] sprains his ankle while running away from [b]Maroux,[/b] who was too busy following the scent of cinnamon rolls to even notice his presence. Feeling good about the early victory, [b]Aurora[/b] gets careless while picking unusually late raspberries and accidentally gets a thorn stuck deep in her dominant paw. [b]Beaumont[/b] stumbles across a huge cache of barbecue forks, rubber gloves, and plastic soda caps and takes the opportunity to make himself a slingshot for protection. Now he just has to find some kind of food to be the pellets--and to start filling his offering sack! [b]Cinnaminny[/b] chases [b]Ajax[/b] in the hopes of catching him and stealing his shrimp fork so she can dig up some root veggies. We've got some active contestants for sure, but it looks like the chaos from yesterday has distracted some of them from what they're here to do. Will they remember before it's too late? Faithful listeners, it's about time now for me to turn the microphone over. We're steadily approaching the Afternoon Concert Hour, and today, we have Screaming Jack and the Death Shrouds. They've traveled all the way from the Shrieking Wilds to perform some of their greatest hits for your enjoyment, so let's give them a big round of applause and...[/quote] ------------------------------ @jbapple @Zif @Kvon @Kunikida @Martine @Funfun11 @Kelpoyo @LadyOfTheSkies @ArtemisAgrotera @Sublimevoide @Lightningwind @/Dragonfruiteen @Wonderlast @Natureluvr @ShadowWolfDeath @Unicornponies @TheAwesoMew @WolfByte @MusicandMagic @Cvthedral @Thewarywatcher13 @DeathPhoenix @Goldia @Rivertyl @Deladria ----------------------------- [center][b]3 PLAYERS DOWN. 21 STILL ACTIVE.[/b] Terra (the Skydancer) and Azurith have been knocked out.[/center]

When Brea settled down to start a fire to cook his food, he realized there was nothing to start his fire with. Trying to hold off the hungry urge to to eat raw food, he walked away to look for firewood. And it took a long time before he found any firewood. However, he used up so much time trying to find suitable wood that he wasted an entire day. Sad but not hangry dragon.

((Brea not using his time wisely))

With hunger beginning to gnaw at his stomach, Caradoc decided it's time to start hunting. But he didn't want to look for mere morsels lying around, he wanted a good amount so he'd have something to give to Earthshaker when he won. After an hour's trek, he spied a trail of clawprints and he almost jumped with delight. Surely this dragon will have found some food he can take! He'd hunted many times before so he tracked his best for hours following the trail and even the occasional scent. Yet there was still no dragon in sight. It almost seemed like he was going around in circles. As he watched the sun set, he was no closer to this dragon and had to accept defeat, hoping the new day could bring food aplenty.

After a while of not-too-stealthy pacing through the fields, occasionally skirting around the bright glimpses of unfamiliar dragons, Beaumont stumbled upon a bit of a hidden alcove, carving neatly into the earth. Massive grills sat on little cobblestone patios, their lids slightly rusted. Piles of old, bent grillmaster equipment lay here and there amidst similarly decomposing supplies.

Beaumont figured that this little yard would be the perfect place to regroup himself and, more importantly, arm himself against the Games' dangers. Though a barbecue fork on its own would have made a fine weapon, the fact that most--if not all--were rusty put him out on that idea. He needed something better.

So he scavenged about, uncovering little bits and pieces that might be useful. An old, half-rotted, box of rubber gloves sat underneath one of the grills. They were ridgeback-sized, too, which gave them an impressive stretch. Whilst testing their elasticity, a crazy thought came upon him...he could make a slingshot! Perfectly nonlethal and reminiscent of his hatchling days, Beaumont began construction at once.

He used two gloves to rope together a pair of barbecue forks, finding the least bent of the lot. He incorporated some spare bottle-caps he found around an old bonfire, too, using them to create little nooks into which ammunition could be tucked. If only he had some beans! Dry, they would make great slingshot pellets. Ah, well.

He tested out his creation with a few small stones, finding that it worked much to his liking. Using a few more rubber gloves, he crafted a makeshift holster for it along one hip before setting off again to search for some food for himself and some appropriate ammo for his weapon. He would remember this place, though; it would make a great hiding spot if the need ever arose.