Round 1 RPers: @
Kydoimos @
Namira @
horrorsilk @
xBrinkyprism @
HollowBay @
BlueStopSigns @
MarinaQuakenbush @
Goldia @
Aprycus @
GrimdarkRoxy @
Hassaleh @
Dessy @
Bxy26 @
Makochan @
Loreka @
wintrecat @
CrypticHobo @
Sidegrinder @
TigressRising @
AWB @
Archerfish
The widest part of the Mirror Mesa had been crowded with makeshift camps since the first tributes had been dropped unceremoniously onto the tall monolith situated in the near-center of the Wyrmwound. Being a mirror meant that the idea of flying from this location was hard to fathom - the walls were much too steep to scramble down, and the edge of the Wyrmwound - a line on the horizon in every direction - was far too distant for the short bursts of stamina that most mirrors were capable of when it came to flying. While other breeds might see no issue with escape, this Mesa was more than adequate for keeping unwary mirrors trapped, waiting for their fate. The first tributes had been there almost a week; the last, less than a few hours.
It wasn't all bad, though. There had been a bonfire every night, and more than once a large carcass of some beast had been dropped into the camp, making for happy feasting for the different packs. The end result was a gory, macabre mess, as unfinished meat was left to bake in the hot air for the carrion birds, who picked the bones clean over the course of days. These bones (and pieces of stretched hide) had been used by many an intrepid mirror to construct makeshift shelters, and now the Mesa was populated with small camps. Even now - before the games had even begun - alliances were being drawn and enemies were being made, as dragons argued over who was strongest and who could or couldn't be trusted. Any real scuffles, however, were broken up by
Kharjo, a grizzled old
guardian mirror who was at least twice the size of any other dragon on the mesa.
Today, the last of the tributes had been dropped into the camp. Those final joiners were still dusting the dirt off their tails when a loud roar shook the mesa, carrying on until all had fallen silent and were looking at the source of the roar: Kharjo, who sat beside the skull of one of the dropped carcasses. Standing atop the skull is a mirror, who clears its throat as it casts a discerning eye around the dragons gathering below it.
"Hello. Can hear me?" It taps at the necklace around its neck a couple times; the necklace flashes, briefly illuminating the mirror's face. "
Can hear me?" it repeats, only to stumble back, clearly startled by the loudness of its own voice. Clearing its throat, it grins down at the crowd. "Good!
"Welcome to THE MIRROR GAMES. Here you will prove that you are the
best mirror, the
most vicious, the
most cunning, the strongest and best! We should be starting soon." It glances behind itself, and then up at the sky. What it's looking for is anyone's guess. After a moment, it looks back at the crowd, grinning. "Soon, you will be dropped into the Arena, where you will find a pile of pretty useful stuff!" It points past the crowd, at a not-too-distant cliff - the edge of the Arena, a sunken pit in the center of this massive Mesa. Right now, an obscuring mist swirls through the air just a few feet below the lip, obscuring the Arena itself, though you can hear the strange lowing and growls of the unseen horrors hunting through the grounds below the mists.
Behind the mirror, a black smudge on the horizon is growing steadily bigger. After a few moments, it's clear that it's a set of large guardians, carrying a massive boar carcass. "Until then, you can eat!" The mirror announces, just as the carcass is dropped in the center of the campgrounds. The weight of it hitting the ground is enough to make it shake. "Remember," it adds, "Mother is rooting for you, but she only loves a survivor!"
Cackling, the mirror scampers off the skull, disappearing behind it, where Kharjo remains a silent observer. Who knows how long you have until you will be herded into the Arena? Better enjoy this peace while you can...
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((Welcome to the mirror games! Feel free to introduce yourself to other Tributes and explore the campgrounds. Your dragon can have been here for as long as you'd like - 5 days have passed since the first set of dragons were dropped onto the Mesa, and there have been new tributes added on a regular basis - and while the atmosphere has been lively, that doesn't mean it's been friendly...or that it's friendly now. Good luck!))