Quests & Challenges

Fazluna was running a little late and only just signed up in time for the Games. As she arrived, she noted that the cavern was every bit as beautiful as Damek had told her it would be, but didn't really get a chance to have more than a cursory glance at the other dragons before the announcement was made that the Games were about to start... but some of them looked pretty serious!

As they crowded round the door, she noticed a bright blue spiral... was that really Caribbean Sea?! Damek had told her about this dragon and she was surprised - and pleased - that she had recovered enough from that round to try again... but wait... what was happening?! Oh no!!!! The poor thing was obviously still a bit highly strung cos she jumped the gun and got disqualified. Oh, that's just rotten luck. Still, Fazluna didn't know her personally, and was happy to take any advantage she could - that was one step closer to the Earthshaker already!

And now the door was open properly and Fazluna was taken aback by the sheer ferocity with which some of the dragons lunged out. She got to the cornucopia in one piece but then, amongst bread and ham and fish and potato chips and mashed potato and tools and weapons and... aaargh! She burrows into the middle of the cornucopia to catch her breath and her thoughts while the others go nuts around her. She notices another dragon has done the same...hang on, she recognises his picture - he's actually her team mate!! Perhaps once the commotion has settled down they can form an alliance.

[center][b][u][size=6]DAY 1[/size][/b][/u][/center] [quote=KDRT Earth News Radio]...chaos when a pride of roving Owlynxes invaded the Mother's Mint greenhouses in the very early hours. Wildlife experts say years of overharvesting and new lair construction have left the felines without catnip, forcing them to find other food supplies. When asked about the experts' plans to fix the problem, a local Wildclaw decked out in an excessive amount of silk, gold jewelry, and body paint wailed, "Those nerds want me to cancel my plans for a fifth summer home I'll never visit! Where will I build it now?!" This reporter has a suggestion, but as this is a family-oriented station, is not allowed to say it. Speaking of food, let's turn in to the Hungry Games for the latest news. We have spectator gifts in play now, as two of our dragons received small boxes fired at them from afar via catapult. The surviving contents of one box were [b]a hunting trophy, a plague patriarch's party hat, and 99 canines.[/b] The other dragon was thought to be in need of assistance, so they've been given [b]a helping hand (or two).[/b] [b]Jordan, Stardust,[/b] and [b]Vermello[/b] have all got knockouts on the mind after that ruckus at the cornucopia during the breadbath. [b]Fall[/b] soon finds them gathered together and planning to hunt down more players to reduce the competition as quickly as possible. Figuring it for a decent plan--it'll mean more food for each of them later if they're successful--he agrees to join them in their plot. Off they go! Either someone out there wants to encourage [b]Nem,[/b] or they think she won't get any food gathered. Whichever one it is, they've sent a package of fresh steaks wrapped in ice packs to her, guaranteeing she'll get a 20% bonus on her final prize value. [b]Umber[/b] secretly follows the four dragon hunting band from a distance, watching and waiting in the hopes that he'll get to hunt a hunter. As such, he spends most of the morning hiding in various bushes and trying not to be seen. [b]Xanthophyll[/b] is in a fine mood this morning. He's found a semicircle of apple trees growing around a big piece of marble, and nothing can get him down... at least, not until he looks at the marble and realizes it is serving as the headstone for some deceased Cragbacked Bouldursae. Is this--is this a burial site of some kind? What kind of dragon goes to this much effort for mere familiars? It's ridiculous! Who's ever heard of a tomb of four bears?! Never mind. At least the apples look big and juicy. He'll start picking them. After the chaos of the breadbath, [b]Aequorea[/b] decides that priority one is acquiring some form of self-defense. It takes a while, but raiding a little bakery wagon parked by an empty grain silo gives her what she needs in the form of a slingshot made out of angled cake spatulas bound together with cheesecloth strips, a few silicone cooking bands, and the bowl of a broken tablespoon. [b]Friday[/b] knows that a farm like this has to have beasties on it somewhere, so he spends the morning searching for some. Meat will keep Earthshaker's muscles in good working order while he stands on watch. It takes him most of the morning to locate a small group of pheasants, but once he does, he brings six of them down in a flurry of squawks and flying feathers. [b]Sahiz[/b] has only just realized that his baking sheet can't stick to his arm without some sort of strap built into it. He spends his morning flat on his back and staring at the sky, questioning the wisdom of his decision to join the Hungry Games. That wallop to her snout has [b]Olivine[/b] hopping mad. She's not getting caught offguard again, no sir. After gathering up a big wheel of hard cheese, some cooking spoons, two barbecue forks, and a sack of peanuts, she sets up camp with her new crank-operated rotating foodthrower parked at the edge. Let's see somebody try to give her a nosebleed [i]now![/i] [b]Deera[/b] gets a spare canteen of water from an unknown sponsor when he's not looking. That will definitely help him stay cool on the dry Earth lands despite all his fur, which means he can work longer before tiring out. He can expect an extra 10% boost to his prize value at end of game. [b]Raodin[/b] knows he shouldn't be modeling poor behavior for any young ones that might be listening to the games, but he also knows he has a job to do... so when the opportunity arises, he swipes a few jars of peanut butter out of [b]Fazluna's[/b] bag while she's not looking and makes his escape. [b]Bilbo[/b] is busy examining his onion ring when [b]Riku[/b] approaches his camp, hoping to rest her weary paws. Afraid of losing the only food item he's picked up so far, he leaps up and scares [b]Riku[/b] away by putting on his best imitation of a furious Gaoler. The distant sound of a rooster crowing has [b]Braziliante[/b] dreaming of fresh eggs. Where there are roosters, there are probably chickens, after all! And while she's gathering breakfast for herself, she can grab a few hens for Earthshaker, yes? And by a few, we mean five. It's a nice haul. [b]Saharath[/b] isn't satisfied with the open clearings in this part of the Feldspar Farms. If she's going to make camp, she's going to do it somewhere with a good lookout spot built in. Her morning is used up on finding a nice, sturdy cliffside and putting up a proper little tent from her camping supply bag. [b]Agate,[/b] worry? Absolutely not. This river is small, but the water is clean and running, and there are some nice, fat fish swimming its length. A long, sturdy branch off a tree, the thin belt she was wearing as a line and lure, and her own claws are all she needs to catch them. (Some of them, she's pretty sure, do not actually belong in that river. It must be magically maintained somehow. But hey--they're still fish, right?) [b]Erin[/b] finally opens that backpack she found and discovers a box of matches, a sharp knife, and a whole mess of firewood. Well, firewood means fire, and fire means roasting things, right? Better get ready to find some food to roast. To that end, she breaks a branch off a tree and begins carving out a nice sharp point. Spit [i]and[/i] spear, hey! Bit of a quiet morning, but certainly not a slow one! Here's crossing our claws and hoping to see some action tonight. Be sure to come back for the evening report! And now, the whether. As a homophone, this word is often confused for the one which refers to the state of the atmosphere around us at a given time, such as sun or rain or snow. Correct use of [i]this[/i] spelling, however, refers to a choice of options, and a course of action either being contemplated or undergone for the same. If you are confused, remember this simple...[/quote] ---------------------------- @Deladria @Cattington @Dreamclaws @TheAwesoMew @Unicornponies @Rivertyl @Natureluvr @Chaosarceus @Aradan @ShadowWolfDeath @Leopardmask @Lightningwind @/Dragonfruiteen @Dinomatika @Kelpoyo @Solstices @Zif @cvthedral @Bezonox @Thewarywatcher13 @Browncoatparadox @Sidegrinder @Goldia @kijauni ------------------------------ [center][b]4 PLAYERS DOWN. 20 REMAIN ACTIVE.[/b] No players were knocked out this morning.[/center] ----------------------------- [i]I've got a LOT to do today IRL, so tonight's post might be on the late side. I know many of you may be busy as well, so if you can't RP, don't worry--you're never obligated to do so. Like the rules say, it's for fun and expansion on the presented story, not a requirement![/i]

[url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=8147528] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/81476/8147528.png[/img][/url] Supplies or no, Nem did not think lingering around the cornucopia would be useful to her. Too much chaos, and at her size she couldn’t exactly be stealthy. When the whistle blew, she bounded away in another direction. She could hear noises behind her that sounded suspiciously like other dragons being hit by food. Knockouts already? It would be hard to be removed from the Games before one had a chance to do any work for the Earthshaker. Poor Caribbean Sea had been taken out by a technicality. Nem had been rooting for the spiral, even if he had taken out her clanmate in the previous round, and hoped to see him redeem himself. The guardian was startled from her thoughts by a grapefruit sailing past her head. The cornucopia was hazardous indeed! Still, once it was no longer a projectile the fruit had value as an offering. Nem veered her course to snatch it up as she ran by. The guardian did not see anything resembling food as she ran, so once she was a safe distance from the cornucopia she turned her attention to looking for somewhere to spend the night. She found a hollow in the earth that was roughly her size. How pleasant it was to sleep surrounded by her element again! Nem felt reassured by the presence of solid stone around her, and slept soundly until dawn. She woke to find a package of steaks waiting at her feet. A gift? The guardian thanked the Earthshaker for whoever had shown such generosity. She was off to a good start, even without braving the cornucopia.

After realizing that his baking sheet had no strap of any sort to work as a proper shield, he fell flat on his back and ended up staring at the sky. He gave a huge sigh, questioning why he entered the Games only to do this to himself. If only he had paid attention beforehand, he wouldn’t have gotten a shield without a strap for use. Why had he joined the Games like this, then? He couldn’t find anything else around to craft a strap(and, well, he didn’t know how to make one even if he had the materials. He was better off hunting the other tributes for their supplies. In a panic, he had grabbed the first item he could find and took off from the Cornucopia.

Pleased with his win, Vermello kept flying until he met up with some other contestants. He thought up a plan where they would team up with one another and hunt down others. "So I heard your names are Jordan and Stardust," as he glanced at them. A gao and snapper huh? These must be tough guys so I don't want to get too much in a fickle. He noticed a Skydancer out of the corner of his eye coming towards him and his new merry band of friends or are they...

This should be interesting. After all... I'll wipe out more players along the way including these three as well. "So say, do any of you have a plan as to what we should do from here on out to eliminate knockout other contestants?"

( @Aradan @Bezonox @Cattington If y'all are up for RP, go ahead and post. I'm lucky this time to not be knocked out round one whew. )

@Kelpoyo sure! sorry if I'm a little cranky though, my brother just bent my glasses ;-;

Stardust noticed the Spiral and grinned. Another dragon who wanted to knock everyone else out? Sweet!

"What if we set up traps?" Stardust asked the Spiral, his eyes gleaming. "We can make it so that the rock underneath the other contestants collapse, which should immediately knock them out."

Stardust then noticed a Snapper in the back. A Skydancer also was coming towards them. Flicking his tail happily, Stardust checked his bag to make sure nothing had fallen out. He then sat down, curling his tail around his paws, ready for a victory.

Saharath was glad to get away from the crowd of contestants. What a smash-up at the Cornucopia! Strange, to her mind, that no one seemed interested in the tidy little pack of camping gear off to one side; she hefted it over her shoulders. Living off the land could be so much more comfortable with the proper supplies! Plenty of time to collect food out there, and she could be so much more efficient if she slept well. But she couldn’t resist grabbing a bag of marshmallows as she strode away from the chaos. She’d collected a Box Lunch from [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=242017&tab=dragon&did=27437056]Amharath[/url] before she left WindSky Weyr, to tide her over until she had the opportunity to start her hunt for extra food, but she didn’t figure it included any dessert, and stress made her want a little sugar! After Riku left, she’d been greeted by several others, and it had been exhausting! It felt good to find her solitude again, pacing out the miles, no need to run yet, looking for a good spot to set up a camp. Finally, as dawn crested the horizon, she found a rocky outcrop that would give her a good vantage to view any comers. She was hungry by then, so after she set up her tent, she dug out the meal she had brought with her. It expanded as she opened it, into a full Turkey Dinner! Of course! She’d almost forgotten the Harvest Feast they always had this time of year! And Amharath had even added a small crock of sauerkraut to make the meal complete - she knew Saharath’s tastes rather well! With such bounty she put the marshmallows aside for another time, in her new tote bag. The turkey had relaxed her enough. In fact, despite the brightening sky, she was ready to catch up on a little sleep before she got down to business. Her tent made it dark enough, and she dozed off, relieved to be out and about. [item=Turkey Dinner] Happy Thanksgiving, y'all!

Olivine would be the first to admit she'd been rather reckless at the Breadbath, but she'd certainly learned her lesson. With the bandages now adjusted to cover her injured snout as well as the lump on her head from round one, she was determined to be more careful about who she attacked- and how she attacked them.

She'd never thought of herself as an inventor, but looking over her new creation, she felt a burst of pride. It didn't look like much, but a test run proved it to hurl peanuts with extreme, almost excessive, speed and force. It might not be enough to knock out any dragon larger than a Fae or Spiral, but if Olivine was lucky it would surprise and confuse them long enough that she could get in close and give them a good whack over the head with her pearl.

[center][size=6][b][u]NIGHT 1[/u][/b][/size][/center] [quote="KDRT Earth News Radio"]...Galore rumored to be passing out expired turkey to visitors this week, leading many to wonder about the motivations behind the other gifts. Lab techs are already testing the eliminates and goat eye vials for pathogens and will be examining samples from other packages as soon as the materials arrive. One dragon out there on the playing field has a new reason to be thankful this evening: they were given [b]a pretty bouquet of flowers, a mermaid's shirt,[/b] and [b]the end of a rainbow.[/b] [b]Braziliante's[/b] hunger leads her to thinks about home. Has her clan gathered much for its stores while she's been away? Wouldn't it be nice to have a proper meal and not these bits and scraps of this and that? She spends the rest of the night going through thoughts like those. Worried that he might've chased away a potential friend and turned them into a dangerous enemy, [b]Bilbo[/b] clutches his onion ring to his chest fur and cries himself to sleep. Something stirs in the darkness, but does not approach. [b]Agate[/b] and [b]Riku[/b] bump into each other downriver from where [b]Agate[/b] was fishing and talk about the players still in the game while sharing a box of shortbread cookies [b]Riku[/b] found balanced on top of a fence post. [b]Raodin[/b] has a pang of guilt over the peanut butter jars he took and wonders what everyone back home thinks of him now. The thought of taking them back out of his bag and leaving them behind for someone else is a tempting one... [b]Fall, Deera, Saharath,[/b] and [b]Jordan[/b] have all traveled to the same cave system in the hopes of finding some good mushrooms. Unfortunately, the caved-in part forty feet inside puts a swift end to that plan, so they decide to make a fire with a bit of wood from [b]Saharath's[/b] bag and tell stories about the horrible monsters said to lurk deep inside abandoned Earth flight mines. The same unidentified sponsor that gave water to one of the other Gaolers sends some to [b]Fazluna[/b] as well, intending for her to stay well hydrated as she roams the Farms. The extra searching energy it'll give her means more food, and more food means a 10% prize value boost. [b]Erin[/b] and [b]Sahiz[/b] don't much care for the increasingly cold nights. When [b]Sahiz[/b] bumps into her at a warren, his arms full of potatoes, he offers to share if she'll make a fire. After a very brief debate over how to prep the taters--boil them? Mash them? Make rabbit stew?--they settle on simple roasting and chow down. Then they doze next to the fire, [b]Sahiz[/b] tucking [b]Erin[/b] under his wing to help her stay warm. There's only going to be room for [i]one[/i] tough, hardhearted winner up there on that Pillar, and [b]Umber[/b] sure as heck isn't going to let it be [b]Stardust.[/b] While [b]Stardust[/b] sleeps, deep in dreams about winning a lifetime's supply of astronaut ice cream, [b]Umber[/b] dumps his bread all over the ground and pours the canteen out on top of it, ruining it. [b]Umber[/b] then makes his escape. While busy picking cherries, [b]Vermello[/b] unknowingly plucks an explosive that looks [i]just[/i] like one and drops it into the pile on the ground. The overpowered firework promptly blows all the freshly gathered fruit into red dust. That's gonna be a 20% drop in his overall prize value... [b]Friday[/b] uses one of the pheasants he caught for his own dinner, but doesn't get it fully cooked. He knows this to be true because he's currently spending the night writhing in discomfort, sick to his stomach. This can't be good... [b]Nem[/b] nearly jumps for joy when she sees that someone has sent her a first aid kit! She opens the little metal tin--and out pops a springy fake snake! It's... it's a [i]prank?![/i] What nerve! How rude can you [i]get?![/i] It's two hours before dawn when [b]Olivine[/b] and [b]Aequorea[/b] talk about the tributes still alive. Knowing they won't be able to hang out long once the sun rises, they decide the best use of their time together is to discuss what they've learned about the other players. Any advantage is a good one in a game like this. [b]Xanthophyll[/b] comes across a small wooden crate holding what he thinks are a bunch of delicious russets. He snags most of them for his bag, but pauses to bite into one as a quick snack. When his mouth starts going numb, he realizes it's not a potato--it's a taro root! Within five minutes, Fork is there to hustle [b]Xanthophyll[/b] [color=red]into the medical tent[/color] for treatment. Remember to thoroughly cook your meats, thaw your frozen goods under appropriate conditions, and wash your fruits and vegetables before eating them, folks--and if you don't know what something is, don't put it in your mouth! Few things can bring you as low as a bad case of food poisoning, and while this is meant to be a lighthearted game, we [i]have[/i] had a few cases of fatal sickness over the centuries. Our medical dragons can only do so much--and the same goes for yours. A new expedition is set to travel into the Hewn City in search of ancient records that could indicate whether any of the gods have ever gone missing as long as Tidelord. Some still believe that he's simply away on a long vacation of the sort Windsinger is known to take, but after the reappearance of the Gaolers, many dragons have begun to wonder if...[/quote] ----------------------------------------- @Deladria @Cattington @Dreamclaws @TheAwesoMew @Unicornponies @Rivertyl @Natureluvr @Chaosarceus @Aradan @ShadowWolfDeath @Leopardmask @Lightningwind @/Dragonfruiteen @Dinomatika @Kelpoyo @Solstices @Zif @cvthedral @Bezonox @Thewarywatcher13 @Browncoatparadox @Sidegrinder @Goldia @kijauni ----------------------------------------- [center][b]5 PLAYERS DOWN. 19 REMAIN ACTIVE.[/b] Xanthophyll has been knocked out.[/center] ------------------------------------------ [i]...Whoops! Cooking seven dishes for dinner + doing two loads of dishes + two hours of sleep means that after dinner I sort of just... passed clean out until about 3 this morning, missing an update. I'm so sorry! Night is just going to have to take place in the daytime now, heh. I hope your break from the Hungry Games was a good one--it's gonna get wild in here again real soon![/i]