Mesmeros, like many dragons on Sornieth, was hatched during Night of the Nocturne. There’s a special expectation tied up with eggs hatched at that time of year - will this dragon be special? Destined for greatness? One in a million?
But as the Collective waited with bated breath, the egg that had brimmed with promise revealed a hatchling who was painfully average. The exhalation of their disappointment, dismissed nearly before it was felt, nevertheless attached itself to the hatchling. Maybe it was just confirmation bias in action, but it felt like bad luck followed him like a bad smell.
It was impossible to avoid learning the story of his own hatching as he grew up. Mesmeros became obsessed with luck, particularly his own perceived bad luck. When the First Among Equals asked if perhaps he might be happier serving the Lightweaver, he only scoffed. Serve one the the Eleven? Pale imitations of power. He served only one god, and that god was the RNG.
By serving the RNG, the manifestation of pure chaos on Sornieth, he thought that he might eventually come to understand the reason for his own hatching. And to demonstrate his devotion, he dedicated his life to a single task: Challenge and overcome not one-in-a-million odds, but one-in-ONE-HUNDRED-MILLION!!!
Well, that was the idea, but Mesmeros had yet to learn that it took two to tango and four to participate in a longshot challenge. Sometimes you aim for rare and settle for uncommon, because the heart wants what the heart wants. And man, was his heart bad at math.
Mechanics: Breed one plentiful all-Basic dragon to three all-Rare partners until they throw an all-Rare offspring. Each match up gives 99 to 1 odds, meaning altogether there is a 1 in 100 million chance of success. Or 1 in 4 million if you are a cheater who uses a Bogsneak instead of a rare breed, haha! I'm not ashamed.
This isn't a new idea but I can't find the original so... you know who you are I guess. Good work.
But as the Collective waited with bated breath, the egg that had brimmed with promise revealed a hatchling who was painfully average. The exhalation of their disappointment, dismissed nearly before it was felt, nevertheless attached itself to the hatchling. Maybe it was just confirmation bias in action, but it felt like bad luck followed him like a bad smell.
It was impossible to avoid learning the story of his own hatching as he grew up. Mesmeros became obsessed with luck, particularly his own perceived bad luck. When the First Among Equals asked if perhaps he might be happier serving the Lightweaver, he only scoffed. Serve one the the Eleven? Pale imitations of power. He served only one god, and that god was the RNG.
By serving the RNG, the manifestation of pure chaos on Sornieth, he thought that he might eventually come to understand the reason for his own hatching. And to demonstrate his devotion, he dedicated his life to a single task: Challenge and overcome not one-in-a-million odds, but one-in-ONE-HUNDRED-MILLION!!!
Well, that was the idea, but Mesmeros had yet to learn that it took two to tango and four to participate in a longshot challenge. Sometimes you aim for rare and settle for uncommon, because the heart wants what the heart wants. And man, was his heart bad at math.
| Delanos - A pale Coatl who considers herself cursed by the RNG. One of the founding members of the Collective, she had nothing better to do with her time anyway and doesn't mind sticking it to the RNG for fun. |
| Savka - A fancier Bogsneak than your body has room for. She's a refugee from the Bogsneak Beauty Legacy challenge, so maybe she has a thing for dragons with delusions of grandeur? |
| Waxcap - She was brought in to fill out the roster of an Ambitious Public Works Project and stayed with the Collective because the First Among Equals thought that she classed up the place. What does she get out of this arrangement? |
Mechanics: Breed one plentiful all-Basic dragon to three all-Rare partners until they throw an all-Rare offspring. Each match up gives 99 to 1 odds, meaning altogether there is a 1 in 100 million chance of success. Or 1 in 4 million if you are a cheater who uses a Bogsneak instead of a rare breed, haha! I'm not ashamed.
This isn't a new idea but I can't find the original so... you know who you are I guess. Good work.
