Quests & Challenges

Apparently being able to work on these all week long means I will just wait all week before starting but here I go, I must have those badges! ----- Day 1 (Sunday) - Sci-Fi [u] A Spark on the Solar Ship [i]Greenery[/i][/u] The bulkheads of the stranded solar ship groaned. Black depths of a starless expanse surrounded the vessel, sails spread in futile desperation as it drifted, powerless. Her hallways and chambers were silent, the air stale, lights dim. The crew slept in statis, hibernating in hopes of a spring rescue. Click whizz... Click whizz... bzzzzt! The minute mechanical buzzing of 10 tiny wings fizzed in the still corridors. A little droid darted and hovered, investigating and surveying as she went. Her tiny eyes and claws flickered across screens and consoles, as she collected data, feeding her voracious processing centre. In the medical bays she pressed her sensor patch against every diagnostic device she could find. When she finally reached the declining agri-pod, she went still and stared, her head cocked curiously. Unmeasured time passed. When the first crew were awakened from their stasis pods, they were shocked and alarmed to find the previously sterile metal panels of the ship's interior glowing with a strange luminescence. The ship was underway, sails still spread in darkness, but with a sparking new energy coursing through the hull. Virident green veins traced elaborate patterns across smooth expanses, a circuitry that was eventually traced to the agri-pod, and the strange new life growing there. Flitting among the bizarre hybrids of electricity and chloropyll whizzed the tiny droid, as natural as a pollinator in a meadow. ----- [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/76278258][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/762783/76278258.png[/img][/url]

[font=Courier][size=4][b]WEDNESDAY[/b] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/73957622][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/739577/73957622p.png[/img][/url] "Lani!" Jerry yelled as he tromped down the rickety stairs, the old wooden boards creaking in resigned protest. "What're we doing today?" He paced into the pantry, but his sister wasn't there. "Lani?" "Over here," called her voice from the other room, used as overflow for storage, prep for missions, and a general place to lounge. "Get in here," Jerry said. "We need to plan." "Nah." Hissing in frustration, he stalked into the room. "What are you doing?" She was sprawled out on her back atop a lopsided pile of crates, her wings splayed and head thrown back, jaws parted to let a thin drip of drool roll down her face. Eyes closed as if totally relaxed, but those boxes did not look comfy. "I'm napping." "It's hardly past dawn." "Mhmm." Jerry rolled his eyes. "And Cindy?" "Out." "In defense of the lodging?" "No. Shopping, I think ze said?" "For weapons? Travel supplies?" "Just window-ing." Jerry scratched his feather crest. "No monsters, thugs, aliens, or otherwise imminent threats to take care of?" "Nope." "So you're napping. And Cindy's out on a stroll." Lani snickered. "And you're all dressed for battle." He scowled, but it was true. "We're hardly in Smokesnort, in [i]Sornieth[/i] for that matter, on vacation." "So bloodthirsty today, mm." "Shut up." Jerry threw himself down on a large cushion—one of several scattered about the room, so he really wasn't sure why Lani had picked the crates, except to annoy him, of course—and stared at Lani for a bit, until deciding that was annoying and looking somewhere else. Soon he was tapping the large claw on his hindfoot. "Napping, huh." "Oh yeah." He threw himself back to his feet and trotted to the door. "Screw that. I'm headed out too, going to find Cindy." [i]See what's really up[/i], he thought to himself. Lani's answer was a snore. Jerry unlocked the door, stepped out and relocked, then strode off a few paces, making sure his feet ground loudly against the grit of the street. He waited a few moments, then snuck back, keeping low to the ground, and peeked through a crack in the shuttered front window. Lani was still there on the crates, seemingly conked out. Shaking his head and muttering an oath, Jerry turned and was off, searching for his friend. He wouldn't believe today was to be a normal day, not yet. But . . . if it was the case . . . Jerry wouldn't [i]complain[/i]. It might even turn out nice.

[font=Courier][size=4][b]THURSDAY[/b] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/67123662][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/671237/67123662p.png[/img][/url] Dart soared down to the rocky outcropping and flared his wings just in time to land lightly atop the stones, trotting down them and into the shade of the trees to eat up the rest of his momentum. Then he held still, wings still braced and head up and alert, scanning his surroundings slowly as he listened, listened. Nothing. Nothing, that is, that was out of the ordinary background chatter and murmur of a forest—wind stirring topmost branches, distant birdsong, small animals scurrying this and that in pursuit of food or shelter. Sunlight speared through the sparse canopy, dappling the ground in golden spots and warming areas on Dart's wings and chest after the rush and chill of his swift flight. Had his quarry seen him? He'd feared he'd dived too late and had been spotted, giving his opponent time to get away. [i]Should've brought Cadmium with you[/i], he scolded himself with a sigh, knowing his tracking skills weren't anything to praise. But the thought was only idle, the majority of his focus trained on the forest, still listening, watching, for anything out of place, maybe even something sneaking up from behind— Dart whirled, sword sliding free from its sheath in a guard position before him, but saw nothing. Just a shadow darting to the side and away. [i]There you are[/i]. Dart took off in pursuit, tucking his wings close to his sides and keeping his head low as he ran, winding between trunks of trees and leaping over low underbrush, eyes locked on his target. The shadow was fast, and well-practiced at running through a forest. It might've been better than Dart, and pulled ahead enough to slip free, had it not been for one thing: Dart wasn't going to let that happen. Within a minute, Dart had accessed his target's patterns and tendencies. He formed a quick sketch of a plan, and began to execute it, putting in a burst of speed with a flap of his wings to plant himself right by the shadow's side. He snapped his teeth at its flank and missed, the shadow shying away just in time—but landing a blow hadn't been his intent. Instead, as he'd hoped, the shadow ran directly away from him, and Dart followed, chasing and harrying, until they reached a section of the forest where Dart knew there was a—Aha! Carved into the bark of a tree sat a wind rune. The shadow fled past it without notice, but Dart slapped it with a wing, then sprang back. The shadow took two more steps before one of Tibia's wards shot up from the ground right in front of its nose, the magic barrier stretching up and around, then down, forming a perfect dome of soft green light with the shadow trapped inside. In addition to ensnaring the victim, the ward also had the effect of stripping away active spells placed upon or being used by who or whatever was inside. So it was that as Dart stepped up close to the dome, he saw whatever illusory magic that had been blurring the shadow's image to his eyes fade away, and saw their true form. A mirror, which explained their skill at running. Dart studied them through the faint green haze, but didn't recognize them, if he'd ever known them. As he watched, the mirror backed away from the ward, looking confused, then alarmed, and circled their confinement as if looking for a way out, then tried digging at where the ward met the ground. Good luck with that. Tibia's magic would not be so easily circumvented. "Who are you?" Dart asked at last, as the mirror's digging became first more desperate, then aggravated, before the mirror tossed up their wings in frustration and paced away, steering clear of where Dart stood. "Why are you here?" Dart said, louder. "Visitors are to be escorted into Interlude territory by a scout and meet with Lamp before allowed permission to wander, and I—" Dart tapped claws on the hilt of his sheathed sword— "don't know you. Are you a spy? Why slink about when—" "Do you ever stop talking?" the mirror snapped, voice muffled by the barrier. "I need to think." Dart snapped his jaws shut, stung and irritated. "I'm interrogating you," he said, a growl rumbling from his chest. "Answer my questions or—" "Or what?" the mirror said sarcastically. "This is hardly [i]your[/i] magic—What're you gonna do? Run and grab the mage so they can shrink this ball into a pebble and squash me? I'll have broken free by then," they said confidently, which Dart thought misplaced. But, so they were a mage, to recognize Dart was not. The illusory spell had been their own. "You've been watching me," Dart said, deciding on a different track of questions. The mirror sat down and studied their claws, pretending indifference. "I've felt your gaze," he pressed, "though I couldn't identify it. Tell me why." "Do you ever ask 'please'?" they said snidely. He did, in fact. Just not when strangers posed a threat to his clan. Dart sighed, clicking his jaw in annoyance, but resigned. He didn't sense any real danger from this mirror. They'd entered Interlude covertly, true, but Dart had only been watched by them, not attacked, and when he'd spied them at last and gave chase, they'd immediately fled. Perhaps to regroup and try an attack later, true. Dart trusted his instincts regardless and walked back to the runed tree, tapping the bark with his claw to deactivate the spell. "Don't try and run," he warned as the ward shrank back, merging seamlessly with the ground. "We know you're here, now." Tibia received a mental alert whenever one of her spells activated—she had likely already sent out some defenders to his position. "I know that," the mirror snapped. "I'm not an idiot." They got to their feet and Dart eyed them, but they merely sneered at him and walked to a fallen log to perch on. After a moment, they relented, "Your show of trust is notable. I don't not appreciate it." "Mhmm," Dart said, leaning against the tree, some of his annoyance at the mirror fading away. He couldn't help but smirk at their reticence, recognizing their hostility came from stung pride at having been caught. They scowled back. "Don't look so smug," they retorted. "I'll put a nasty hex on you, I will." With only limited difficulty, Dart controlled his expression. "So. To show your appreciation for my trust . . ." Their face twisted, but they said reluctantly, "I'm Nyd." "Dart." Nyd inclined their head, but Dart saw no surprise or even a moment to register the name. They already knew who he was. "I won't answer the rest of your questions," they said quickly, when Dart opened his jaws. "All you've earned is my cooperation." [i]For now[/i], they left unsaid. Dart had no doubt they'd try to escape as soon as a chance presented itself. And with nothing else to do before the defenders arrived, the curiosity prickling him, Dart said anyway, "Someone hired you to spy on Interlude." Nyd narrowed their eyes, jaws clamped stubbornly tight. Dart pushed off the tree and wandered a short distance away, pretending to admire the blossoms on a seaberry bush. "Not Interlude. Well, maybe a little. A quick survey. But you were watching [i]me[/i]." He'd asked clanmates if they'd felt the same invisible gaze, but nobody had noticed anything out of ordinary. He cast a slantwise look at Nyd, but their face was carefully blank, studying the ground rather than look at him. He looked back to the flowers. "I deserve to know, Nyd. If you have been watching me all this time, you know all my life is dedicated to Interlude's protection. I'm hardly a threat to your employer." He turned and faced them. "Unless I need to be." Nyd rolled their eyes. "It's nothing like that," they scorned. "He won't hurt you." Then froze and snapped their jaws shut, glaring at Dart. Dart let a smile tug at the side of his face, but it faded quickly. "It might not be a big concern to you," he said softly, "but I need to know. Please. Who is 'he'? Why did he hire you to spy on me?" "It wasn't [i]spying[/i]," Nyd said reluctantly. "Not in the way you're thinking. Really, it's not," they said to Dart's skeptical look. "I promise, he just wanted to . . . check in. See if you were doing well. And, well . . ." "And," Dart pushed, biting back impatience on this mysterious "him". Nyd seemed embarrassed. "My true skill in magic lies in mimicry. I see a spell, I can replicate it." They flicked their tail, and a small ward appeared in the air before them, purple where Tibia's had been green, before snapping it away. "I can't make it much bigger or effective without the rune anchors," they admitted. "I copy magic like that, and . . . more mundane things, if, maybe, personal . . ." Dart realized what they alluded to, and groaned. "You listened in on me singing," he said flatly, though he was unable to eliminate the note of accusation in his voice. "Took a copy to replicate for him, hm?" Nyd avoided his eyes. "He asked for it specifically, above everything else, saying he . . . he missed hearing your voice." Dart clenched his jaw. "Nyd, who is he?" Slowly, they looked up at him, and for the first time, their expression was completely serious, all disdain drained away, though a hint of hesitation still glinted in their eyes. "His friends called him Mosaic," they said at last. Then, voice rising in alarm, they said defensively, "See, that's why I didn't want to say, he warned me you—" Dart strode over to the log. Nyd shrank back, but he only stood over them, wings lifting slightly, his feather crest stuck out sharply. "Mosaic," he whispered. "Sent you?" Hesitating, Nyd nodded, and made as if to speak, but Dart grabbed their wing and pulled them off the log, all but flinging them away. "Leave!" he snarled as they staggered, barely managing to keep their feet, then peered over their wing at him uncertainly. Dart opened his wings and roared—"Don't [i]ever[/i] come back!"—and Nyd got the message this time, scrambling away as quickly as they could, bounding forward a few strides before leaping up and catching the air with their wings. They flapped above the canopy and quickly away; Dart tracked their progress as a shadow against the sun, swiftly disappearing from view, and craned his head to keep them in sight for as long as possible, making [i]sure[/i] their flight stayed true, pointed out of Interlude's territory. "Don't ever come back," he hissed between his teeth, and realized he was panting, as heavily as if he'd fought a challenging spar, and shaking, as if from battle nerves. [i]Do something[/i], he told himself, knowing his feather crest still prickled, his wings held taut to his sides, every muscle and tendon in his body flexed stiff. [i]Do something[/i]. Flapping wings told him the defenders had finally come, calling out to him as they dove down, a couple landing beside him to ask for the situation while the others split up to scour the area for whatever threat had triggered Tibia's ward. He couldn't move, couldn't respond to their questions. [i]Do something[/i], he told himself. [i]You're scaring them[/i]. [i]He missed hearing your voice[/i], Nyd had said. "Arch Dart?" A gentle nudge to his wing, and Dart stiffened. "Liar," he croaked, and blinked, coming back to himself, stepping back from the defenders crowding him, grimacing in confusion and pain. "You—you lied—" "Um, Arch?" a defender asked hesitantly. Both stared at him in concern. "Is the danger gone?" "The danger?" he repeated, disoriented. What danger? Why were defenders here—Tibia had sent them. He'd activated her ward. He had—he had met— He gave his head a violent shake. "No danger," he said sharply, and the defenders flinched, stepping back. Windsinger, what was wrong with him? [i]He warned me . . .[/i] Dart forced the words out as evenly as he could. "False alarm. I triggered the spell by accident." The defenders exchanged looks. He suddenly didn't have the energy to convince them. Wings drooping, feather crest finally lowering, he turned away, feeling as if every step were dragged through chest-high mud. "Just—collect your fellows. I'm sorry, I need—to be alone—" He stumbled a few steps away, and one of the defenders called after him, "Uh, Arch, do you want a, uh, escort?" "Leave me be," he whispered, his breath hissing out. "Just—[i]go[/i]." Strength gone, he lifted a weary wing and ducked out of their view. Fortunately, he heard the two defenders take off, calling to the others, telling them to return and fly back to the lair—false alarm, Arch Dart was fine, they should report to the Council. "Little spies," Dart hissed, lurching over a bush that had sprung up in front of him out of nowhere. "Everywhere, listening—watching—[i]reporting[/i]—" He made himself stop. He was acting irrationally. The Council—his clanmates—they were his [i]friends[/i]. They would ask after him after hearing the defenders' report, because they cared. They would ask him what had happened. And Dart, he would say— "Forgot to eat this morning," he said aloud, standing in a sunbeam and staring without focus at a beetle crawling up the tree beside him. "Left me feeling dizzy. I got a little confused, is all." They would click their jaws in sympathy and scold him on jumping at shadows. He could hear Lamp's gentle rebuke already. [i]You need to take care of yourself, Dart. Make sure you rest. There's no need to run yourself ragged through the woods for our sake. We're all here for each other.[/i] Then Atomic would bully him into his nest for the next few days. That wouldn't be so bad. Dart slumped against the tree, closing his eyes for a brief respite. Of course, his friends were wrong. He didn't need rest, but to keep their territory [i]safe[/i] . . . But it could be worse. [i]What if he tries to visit, next time?[/i] Dart thought, and flinched back from it. "Stay away, Mosaic," he whispered, turning it to a prayer and lifting his head, speaking it to the winds, willing his Deity to listen and allow him this one boon. "It's all I ask . . ." [i]He won't hurt you[/i]. Spoken with so much assurance, like Nyd had really believed it. So Mosaic hadn't told them everything . . . Dart shook his head. He couldn't—he couldn't think about it any longer. It was too much. It was too much. He needed to be here for his clan. Nothing else mattered. Head low, wings slumped, Dart forced himself to head home. It was a place now, after all, and no longer someone else.

Day 2 (Monday) - Horror

The woods are dark. The people of the field keep a careful eye on their children and beasts, and do not allow them to wander into the trees. When first I arrived in the village the sun was out and the people friendly, fresh with the harvest and plenty. As the season wears on however, something has changed.

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The forest looms. I feel their eyes upon me, these simple folk, watching from the corners just as they watch the sky, and the road to the east. What lurks there, in the dim and the gloom, betwixt tangled root and branch? Why now do they think me cursed?

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I am weary. Little have I slept this past fortnight. The forest seems to move, crawling closer to my cottage door with each rising of the sun. It cannot be that trees can move, surely it is the lengthening shadows of winter, the chill touch of frost and the longer nights that cause my limbs to weigh like lead, my fingers stiff and cold.

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This dawn has come so late, I almost did not think to see it. The rustling has enveloped me now, branches brush the roof and trail lightly across my windows. It has come. My tongue is wooden, my throat gone still. I can feel the pricking down my arms, the stretching groan of my feet. Roots now, roots and twigs and dark accursed moss. Ah! I lift my eyes to the sun one last time, see it roll across the hill for but a moment before the forest swallows me whole. I am gone, I am none, I am one with the trees and all they know. They welcome me.

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At last I sleep.

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How does a dragon become a tree? I imagine from the outside Nature could be frightening.

[center][emoji=pink star size=1] [b]Day 6 (Friday) - Mystery[/b][/center] Once again, mystery novels' main selling point is right in the name — they feature a mystery as their center plot, and any subplots usually revolve around that mystery. Depending on the subgenre, the mystery may be a small, not-so-serious one or a major crime that needs to be solved. [b]Sub-Prompt 1 - Cozy. [/b]Cozy mysteries are the aforementioned "small, not-so-serious" mysteries. They usually take place in small towns and are investigated by hobbyists, not professionals. [b]Sub-Prompt 2 - Hardboiled. [/b]Practically the exact opposite of cozy mysteries, hardboiled mysteries usually involve serious crimes being investigated by professionals. --------------------------- [center][b]Friday (Mystery)[/b] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/3183773][img]https://i.imgur.com/iRTQim1.png[/img][/url] [code][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/3183773][img]https://i.imgur.com/iRTQim1.png[/img][/url][/code][/center] Once you have posted the story for a particular day, you earn its associated badge. Please only claim the badges you have earned. You can earn badges for previous days as long as you post them before this event ends on November 20th, 06:00 FRT. [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/3183773/1#post_52690279]Quick link to post containing all daily prompts[/url][/center] [center][b]Daily Prompt Pinglist:[/b][/center] [quote][size=2] @LouckyKoneko @Shoz @OzzyWindVang @Avmire @ScripturamRuby @TETRAHEDR0N @Luaii @Starwindrider @rockss[/size][/quote]

I've been using these prompts to slowly get back into writing and they're seriously making a difference. Thank you so much for this event! :D

[i]I'm gonna try this writing thing in the midst of exams, but you know what, it's probably good for my thinking brain . And I'm using this as a way to get some lore as well, so here's the first: btw: I'm not sure it counts as sci-fi, but it is an introduction to what could be sci fi, so I hope it works. [/i] [center]Day 1 - (Sunday) - [b]Sci-Fi[/b][/center] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/44830366][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/448304/44830366_350.png[/img][/url] [i]Book wise, he was never a particularily smart student. He read, he wrote, and did just about anything his tutor taught him, even when she demanded he recite ancient text over and over. Nremyn, home grown- arcane student, and not so easily impressed with everything that glitters, had a hunger for something new. "It is as they say," he thought, "take an earthly bound to this land of magic, and he will never cease to be amazed. But I, who've seen nothing else, need something new." And so, despite his high grades, despite his correct resitement of the arcanist text, and most of all, despite his lawful co-students, and imaginary teachers - he could not take it. Every gods forsaken pink rock prortruding through the water could no longer amaze him. That is why, right at this moment, he's hands deep in the glowing bench at his feet. His eyes and skin reflect everything around him, and it turns a dark, illuminating shade of purple. "I'm going to do it!" He yells to himself, loud in the empty library. Finally, he will be amazed by new discovery. He, and no one else will see this, and hopefully, he thinks, no one will know. There could be anyone walking in, he darts his eyes about as his hands grow further and further down into the bench, atop it only books visible from the sides. It seems as though his hands are going through them, and down into what should have been visible beneath the bench. But it was not, only his robe and his legs from the other side. "YESSss," he hisses, as he grabs onto somthing. It could be cold, and it could definetly be warm, but he can't feel it through the glow. Everything on the other side seems so difficult to grab onto. There sounds a loud knock in the library, booming through the corridors. He lets a moment of fright enter, and begins to feel the thing he's grabbing getting heavier. He struggles, pinpricks of white flashed by his eyes, and it feels like frost and cold and ice, and it clings to his skin, making it hard to see. It's as if the harshest winter swirls around him, making him shake and groan and try to hold on. Hold on to focus, he must not make mistakes. Practical he's always been, but never the scholar. How fitting, he thinks, that he can grab on and into what he could never in his mind grasp. The object, or what he thought was an object, slips past his hands, and it feels like it's turned to liquid. The knocking in the library persists, until he feels the snow hit him harder. It's not coming from the corridors of the library at all, it's coming from inside the parchment. The snow stops suddenly, and his fur is icy purple all around, making his skin burn. He warily looks inside the parchement, where his hands used to be the only thing that could fit. There's light down there, easily the most calming light he's ever seen. It's warm, glowing, but also buzzling with life. Poking his head even closer, he can see tiny figures moving around. There's grass, and trees, and the figures are moving.. very fast for their size. Almost like ants. They've got long strecthy legs, but seem to be wearing brown and beige cloaks. By the trees - he moves his hand - is what seems like a massive construction, something pumping and groaning, and it lets out grey, fine skies. The little figures move fast around this contraption, and he leans even closer to look, trying to move his hands to see better. As he does so, the figures start to scream, and the contraption starts to bellow skies in rapid succession, groaning loudly, knocking. The source of the insistant knocking. As he moves his hands around, even though he can't see them, it feels like he's holding on to liquid, icy hot glass suddently melts way, and he shrieks, trying to shake it off. The contraption shakes as well, and is bubbling. The figures sprint towards it, he shakes his hands harder, his face almost dropping into the parchement as he fumbles and - He's hit by a hard blast, ice and snow, and something absolutely burning shoves him back, and out of the papers. He flies out from the bench, and the purple light follow, encreasing speed as it swirls into the snow, forming a shadowy figure above him. His eyes fool him, it has no life. The cloud growls, and the paper burst into smoke. He can't see, and the library is laid black by dust and ash. He coughs once, twice. He breathes, and listens. The library is empty. Nremyn falls back in relief, trying to breathe slowly through the ash. Thank the gods no one has come running, thank the arcanist I'm alone. But had he looked outside, he'd see, the purple rocks still protruding, but there would be no one by them. it's not just an empty library, but the sky's laid in ash, and the land is quiet. [/i]

Day 3 (Tuesday) - Fantasy
They say in the past times of long long ago, the land was ruled by creatures who walked on two legs, carried their young in their stomach, and flew without wings. Strange, small and naked things, they held great magic, great skill, and great terror. They swarmed over everything, consuming and warring and caring not for the wind and the earth. It is said they lived in castles of steel, and their hearts were made of stone.

What became of them none can say, if they died or left or if they are truly gone at all. They have left their marks on every stone, etched figures and curses in the ruins, black marks in the earth. Some say you can still hear them wailing their horrible songs, when the stars are out and the moon is not.

Do not go where the great stones lie, when the mist is thin and the moon is low. Stay home and stray not into those haunted places. The little folk are there, waiting to call out and lure you away. Stay here with the roots and the leaves, where the sun shines and the rain falls and the soil knows your name.

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Humans! What were they like?

[center][emoji=gold star size=1] [b]Day 7 (Saturday) - Anything Goes[/b][/center] For the last day of this event, write whatever you want! Books are incredibly diverse and there are definitely plenty of genres and subgenres that weren't covered over the past week. Feel free to get creative with the setting, plot, characters, and themes of your story — that's what this last prompt is for, after all! [i]If you really need a prompt...[/i] [b]Sub-Prompt 1 - Clan & Dragon Lore. [/b] If you have a dragon you have been thinking of making lore for, or would like to update your clan's lore, now is the perfect time to do so. [b]Sub-Prompt 2 - Sornieth Cookbook. [/b]Using some of the food items from Sornieth, write a custom recipe of your choice! ([url=https://www1.flightrising.com/game-database/items/food]Game Database Link[/url]) --------------------------- [center][b]Saturday (Anything Goes)[/b] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/3183773][img]https://i.imgur.com/b75T8tR.png[/img][/url] [code][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/3183773][img]https://i.imgur.com/b75T8tR.png[/img][/url][/code][/center] Once you have posted the story for a particular day, you earn its associated badge. Please only claim the badges you have earned. You can earn badges for previous days as long as you post them before this event ends on November 20th, 06:00 FRT. [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/3183773/1#post_52690279]Quick link to post containing all daily prompts[/url][/center] [center][b]Daily Prompt Pinglist:[/b][/center] [quote][size=2] @LouckyKoneko @Shoz @OzzyWindVang @Avmire @ScripturamRuby @TETRAHEDR0N @Luaii @Starwindrider @rockss[/size][/quote] There is no writing prompt update tomorrow, so this is the last post from me as event host. Thank you so much for participating! I really enjoyed reading all your stories, and I hope you enjoyed the prompts in this chill mini writing event. <3

Day 5 (Thursday) - Romance [center][emoji=heart size=1] [u]Childhood Sweethearts[/u] [emoji=heart size=1] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/66434997][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/664350/66434997.png[/img][/url] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/68295130][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/682952/68295130.png[/img][/url][/center] "Little ones!" their father chortled, "Let me tell you how I met your mother." The hatchlings groaned, absolutely uninterested in the embarrassing displays of their parents. "Yes yes, let me tell you about the tree where I was born. In a forest not unlike this one, with trees almost quite as tall, my very own parents took a nest beside the nest of their own best friends. Why yes! Adults do have best friends! These friends had journeyed many times together, and had adventures and also ate many good meals at the same table, before going their separate ways. This is how friends are, as you will surely learn. These nests were built deep in the safety between the oldest roots of a very large tree. So large it was, that 3 separate clans of honeybee had made their homes in its branches. Your mother's parents raised several clutches there, before I was laid in my cozy shell, snuggled in the roots. Naturally when I and my siblings hatched, the neighbours were curious! All the young faces clustered around to see us (we were very cute) but the most beautiful of all was your mother's. I knew right then, in my fresh little hatchling heart, that one day I would win hers!" At this point their mother smiled and nodded indulgently. "Yes dear, so it was. The most darling child and the most persistent young drake I ever met." Their father gazed proudly at their little faces. "Ah yes, I see how moved you are. Dear children, pray you be so lucky as we!" The hatchlings fled, their faces fixed in expressions of tortured strain. So embarrassing to have parents with no shame! ----- [size=2]Posting out of order but I don't want to forget!