Quests & Challenges

[center][size=6]Day #6[/size][/center] [center][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/9577cc75dc5dccc458cea868c97edf48/tumblr_inline_o21bm9FwdX1r3lvtf_400.png[/img][/center] [center][b]Pinkerton's pull[/b] [item=Flowering Cactus] [b]First trial:[/b] not passed. 17 days remain.[/center] Meditation, that was what Madreperla was here for. No one had told her what the best way to meditate for the trials was, and it seemed everyone had their own opinions. She settled for something she had learnt long before coming here. Sit, close her eyes, and simply focus on herself. Which wasn't too easy. Every time she thought she had found a comfortable spot, she would soon realize that rocks below dug painfully into her, tiny pinpricks of pain reminding her of thorns. But of course, there were no plants here to have thorns. The pain was there nonetheless, and it distracted her focus. There had to be a trick to cut the surroundings out, something she was missing. Lucky her, she had many days still to figure it out.

[center][size=6]Day #7[/size][/center] [center][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/9577cc75dc5dccc458cea868c97edf48/tumblr_inline_o21bm9FwdX1r3lvtf_400.png[/img][/center] [center][b]Pinkerton's pull[/b] [item=Metal Spring] [b]First trial:[/b] not passed. 16 days remain.[/center] Madreperla was awoken in the middle of the night by chilling wind. She spent too long walking in circles, warming herself up, and losing hours of sleep. There would be time to sleep in the morning, she thought. Except the rain came after that, soaking her and leaving her colder than before. She was freezing. If this didn't make her sick, nothing would. Lucky that she wasn't already sick, it would be bad to be caught in this rain while already feverish.

[center][size=6]Day #8[/size][/center] [center][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/9577cc75dc5dccc458cea868c97edf48/tumblr_inline_o21bm9FwdX1r3lvtf_400.png[/img][/center] [center][b]Pinkerton's pull[/b] [item=Runed Tuft of Fur] [b]First trial:[/b] not passed. 15 days remain[/center] Madreperla had once heard dragons who had fur say that scary things made their fur stand up on end. She had always wondered how that worked. Personally, she had never witnessed it. Was it like an angry cat, turning into a tiny ball of fur? There had been a certain amusement in imagining an Obelisk's mane all standing up. She thought she understood how that felt now, when something rolled down from the higher parts of the crater. Something light in color, that she initially mistook for a rock. Or maybe dried wood. But as she turned to see it, her breath caught. That was a skull. A dragon's skull. Belonging to a much smaller breed than hers. Maybe one that belonged to someone else who had taken the trials, and failed. Madreperla shivered. After a long moment of internal struggle, she pushed the skull away from where she meditating. She prayed she wouldn't become the next skeleton to decorate this place.

[center][size=6]Day #9[/size][/center] [center][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/9577cc75dc5dccc458cea868c97edf48/tumblr_inline_o21bm9FwdX1r3lvtf_400.png[/img][/center] [center][b]Pinkerton's pull[/b] [item=Constantan Steampunk Tail Bauble] [b]First trial:[/b] passed. Moving on to the second trial.[/center] [center][b]Baldwin's mat[/b] [item=Grey Slime] One physical and one magic then. As usual, Faith and Determination will be picked from my project dragon. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/59482557][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/594826/59482557.png[/img][/url] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/69692859][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/696929/69692859.png[/img][/url] [/center] [center][b]Madreperla succumbed to the Plague.[/b][/center] The sickness took Madreperla by surprise. It came too fast for her to even recognize it until it was too late. Her body crumbled underneath her, leaving her as she had feared, to become one of the many remains that littered the Wyrmwound. (I think I might keep Madreperla and turn her into a fandragon instead)

[center][size=6]Day #1[/size][/center] [center][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/9577cc75dc5dccc458cea868c97edf48/tumblr_inline_o21bm9FwdX1r3lvtf_400.png[/img] [b]Baldwin's mat[/b] [item=Green Goo][/center] Uncommon eyes this time around! Hopefully a quick first trial [s]before the inevitable death of the second one[/s]. The new challenger is this absolute mess of a Spiral [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/88607102][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/886072/88607102_350.png[/img][/url][/center] [center][b]Pinkerton's pull[/b] [item=Cyan Cockatoo] [b]Swipp trade[/b] [item=Chrysoberyl Crystal Earrings] [b]First trial:[/b] passed. Moving on to the second trial.[/center] [b]Drone[/b] would have been tempted to stop well before this place. On the other hand, he knew his clan would have expected him to go to the very edge of the Wyrmwound. This location seemed like a good compromise. Overseen by a large rocky outcrop, a couple crows laughing at him from its peak. Well, he didn't know if they were laughing. It certainly felt like it. It wasn't that Drone didn't desire Mother's blessing. He did, what Plague dragon did not crave Her rotten touch? But he had never had any delusion of being any better than his siblings, and they had all failed the trials before, one after the other. A great disappointment. No less than two Necromancers and four Necroservi had come from their clan, including two of Drone's uncles and one cousin. Someone had to carry on the family's name. And if all others had failed, it was time for the weakest of this generation to try. Drone prayed that Mother would deem him worthy, despite his undeniable weakness, and that She would not see him as a coward to stop when he was still so distant from Her. [center][b]Baldwin's mat[/b] [item=Grey Slime] Faith and Determination will be one physical and one magical attacker. I will reuse the same dragons I picked for the previous trial, as they didn't gain any exp given they died within the first battle. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/59482557][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/594826/59482557.png[/img][/url] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/69692859][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/696929/69692859.png[/img][/url][/center] [center][b]Second trial:[/b] not passed. 22 days remain.[/center] As soon as Drone had begun his meditations he felt as if something had gripped his lungs. He coughed until he shook, trying to chase the suffocating feeling away. At first he wondered if he had breathed in something strange, as it didn't seem possible to him that Mother would have already touched him. However, it was undeniable. The fever rose fast, and in shock Drone understood that he was already sick. Was it a sign of faith? Or Mother deciding to immediately punish someone less than worthy?

[center][size=6]Day #2[/size][/center] [center][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/9577cc75dc5dccc458cea868c97edf48/tumblr_inline_o21bm9FwdX1r3lvtf_400.png[/img][/center] [center][b]Second trial:[/b] not passed. 21 days remain.[/center] (Drone critted so much these couple rounds I'm so proud) The fever increased to a scorching fire within Drone. He was no stranger to sickness, no one was after a life spent in the Plague realm. Rarely had he felt this bad. He had to think back of when he was a hatchling, struggling through his first infections, trying to earn his place in the clan. They should all be proud of him, he thought. For the speed at which Mother had taken a liking to him.

[center][size=6]Day #3[/size][/center] [center][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/9577cc75dc5dccc458cea868c97edf48/tumblr_inline_o21bm9FwdX1r3lvtf_400.png[/img] [b]Second trial:[/b] not passed. 20 days remain.[/center] (Everyone is level 3 now! No plague enemies whatsoever) Drone spent half the day sleeping, and the remaining half in a feverish daze. Had he been more aware, he would have been concerned about being so vulnerable in such an open place. But there were no threats on the Wyrmwound. No beasts, and no dragon would dare mess with someone undergoing the trials.

[center][size=6]Day #4[/size][/center] [center][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/9577cc75dc5dccc458cea868c97edf48/tumblr_inline_o21bm9FwdX1r3lvtf_400.png[/img] [b]Second trial:[/b] not passed. 19 days remain.[/center] (We are all level 4! I'm afraid) When Drone was a hatchling and contracted his first plagues, his clan had thought he wouldn't have made it. He took way too long to heal. Quite the disappointment, for his uptight, traditional clan. However, he had survived, and so he had earned his place, although he was always the least favorite. His eldest sister had been strong, almost unstoppable. She had died on the edges of the Wyrmwound, failing her trials. His second sibling had fought off infection after infection without faltering. They had become a Ghoul. His clutchmate had taken half the time Drone had needed to shake off her hatchling plagues. She had been powerless against Mother's true touch. Half-delirious with fever, Drone wondered if he may be the one to make it after all. Maybe, maybe, little Drone could survive. Maybe.

[center][size=6]Day #5[/size][/center] [center][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/9577cc75dc5dccc458cea868c97edf48/tumblr_inline_o21bm9FwdX1r3lvtf_400.png[/img] [b]Second trial:[/b] not passed. 18 days remain.[/center] (Did only one battle today because oooh boy Woodland Path hits hard) Drone's fever seemed to spike during the night, leaving him even weaker. Strange visions danced in front of him. A good Necromancer might be able to interpret the fever dreams, but Drone wasn't. He could only watch the shadows twist in front of him. Shapes of dragons and monsters. Voices he could barely recognize, let alone understand. Mother was merciless with him. Why? Was it his family's legacy? Was She trying to crush the last sibling too?

[center][size=6]Day #6[/size][/center] [center][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/9577cc75dc5dccc458cea868c97edf48/tumblr_inline_o21bm9FwdX1r3lvtf_400.png[/img] [b]Second trial:[/b] not passed. 17 days remain.[/center] (I hate Woodland Path) Rain came that day. It his Drone's feverish skin hard, a brief relief against the heat burning within him. However, soon enough, he ended up shivering instead. With the strength he could gather, he crawled along the close rock outcrop, dragging himself to slightly higher ground. And he collapsed there. So long as he wouldn't lie in the mud all day, this was good.