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August 06, 2023 07:13:08

In the westernmost fringes of the Frigid Floes, disgusted with their old clan, three dragons establish an outpost of their own. Their previous home is a decadent place rife with glitter and gluttony, vanity and vainglory. Their new home, they vow, will never dive to those depths. There is no place here for those who cannot hunt, cannot fight, cannot dedicate themselves wholly to the glory of the Icewarden.

This is a Kingdomlocke coli challenge! As the rules are quite extensive, they will not be repeated here. To prevent burnout and accomodate real life, I won't be holding myself to a strict daily schedule, more a "whenever I get around to it". For savings' sake I have pulled three level 1s from my HibDen rather than buying fresh, ungened dragons, but future dragons will be bought or bred and named per challenge rules.

Bonus rule: As long as there are enough dragons to accomodate such, at least one dragon in a nesting pair must stay with the nest (and hatchlings) until the young are either grown or exalted.

Census

Adolin Royal

Level 5 - nesting (x Crowell)

Aral Fortune Teller

Level 5

Bloodhex

Level 3

Breeze Tailor

Level 6

Claystrike

Level 1

Crash Nesting Helper

Level 6

Crowell Teacher

Level 6 - nesting (x Adolin)

Desertwing Tailor

Level 6

Dewberry Engineer

Level 7

Hellweeper

Level 1

Icefury

Level 3

Kirave Knight

Level 8

Milltall

Level 1

Pagus

Level 3

Sutera Matchmaker

Level 5

Treven

Level 2

Twin

Level 2

Yamato Assassin (redeemed)

Level 7

In Memoriam

Runi

Level 4. Killed by Eithne in a duel.

Pearsal Assassin

Level 6. Killed by his target, Leonine, after making an attempt on her life.

Edna

Level 4. Slain in the Coliseum.

Sennet Healer

Level 5. Slain by his clutchmate, Lalitha, in a bid for power.

Albion

Level 4. Slain in the Coliseum.

Lalitha Royal

Level 8. Slain by his son, Adolin, in a bid for power.

Leonine

Level 4. Slain in the Coliseum.

Skyclaw

Level 6. Perished on a Quest.

Eithne Artist

Level 9. Perished in a Beastclan attack.

Pinglist wrote:

none yet but we're being optimistic

Resources wrote:

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[center][item=Rasa Pottery Fragment] d20: [b]5: Studied the blade[/b]. Acquire a dragon levelled between your highest (1) and lowest (1), either directly from the AH or training the cheapest AH to requisite level. [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/knqlqwisz13juz9/icemidsmall2.png[/img][/center] The Fae is small enough that it fits, wings and all, under [i]one[/i] of Runi's paws. He lowers his head to sniff the intruder-- salt and blood, the faint rot that always seems to cling to Plaguelings, nothing to prove or disprove its tale of being blown off-course-- and gets a pebble to the snout in turn. Runi snorts, recoiling reflexively, as the Fae glares up at him. Its dorsal frills are crushed, of course, but the two remaining to it flare belligerently. "Eat me or let me up," it rasps, unformed mana gathering around its maw again, "but stop bloody dithering about it." Tempted as Runi is to take it up on its offer-- seal gets tiresome after a while, and other animals large enough to feed a Gaoler are few and far between on the floes-- he can't help but think of how short-handed they are. He might be a Sentry, but even he has to sleep sometimes, and at least one of his companions will be nestbound until their clutch proves one way or the other. And the Fae is... admirably straightforward, if horribly outmatched by a dragon an order of magnitude larger than itself. "The king will decide what to do with you," he decides, already considering how to phrase his suggestion to Yamato. An appeal to the safety of the eggs, perhaps. "Think of ways you can be of use to the Icewarden, and he may even keep you." "Of use," the Fae repeats as Runi carefully lifts his paw, ready to slam it back down if it tries to flee, and it carefully finds its feet again. Its dorsal frills flex and stretch and flinch as at least one of the tines refuses to move with its siblings. "Right. Fly across the entire Bay of Beasts ahead of a gale-come-blizzard just to find the reddest of white-eyes. Of course." It tests its wings, and Runi reaches down with his own to grab one at the forejoint. The Fae flattens its frills at him, but sighs. "Take me to this king, then. Let's get this over with." [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/knqlqwisz13juz9/icemidsmall2.png[/img] Welcoming [b]Pearsal[/b]! [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/87842223][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/878423/87842223_350.png[/img][/url] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/knqlqwisz13juz9/icemidsmall2.png[/img] [size=2]Current nests: Eithne x Yamato, 2 eggs, 1/5 incubation[/size]

Loquaciousky

6456

August 06, 2023 08:20:15

d20: 5: Studied the blade. Acquire a dragon levelled between your highest (1) and lowest (1), either directly from the AH or training the cheapest AH to requisite level.

The Fae is small enough that it fits, wings and all, under one of Runi's paws. He lowers his head to sniff the intruder-- salt and blood, the faint rot that always seems to cling to Plaguelings, nothing to prove or disprove its tale of being blown off-course-- and gets a pebble to the snout in turn. Runi snorts, recoiling reflexively, as the Fae glares up at him. Its dorsal frills are crushed, of course, but the two remaining to it flare belligerently.

"Eat me or let me up," it rasps, unformed mana gathering around its maw again, "but stop bloody dithering about it."

Tempted as Runi is to take it up on its offer-- seal gets tiresome after a while, and other animals large enough to feed a Gaoler are few and far between on the floes-- he can't help but think of how short-handed they are. He might be a Sentry, but even he has to sleep sometimes, and at least one of his companions will be nestbound until their clutch proves one way or the other. And the Fae is... admirably straightforward, if horribly outmatched by a dragon an order of magnitude larger than itself.

"The king will decide what to do with you," he decides, already considering how to phrase his suggestion to Yamato. An appeal to the safety of the eggs, perhaps. "Think of ways you can be of use to the Icewarden, and he may even keep you."

"Of use," the Fae repeats as Runi carefully lifts his paw, ready to slam it back down if it tries to flee, and it carefully finds its feet again. Its dorsal frills flex and stretch and flinch as at least one of the tines refuses to move with its siblings. "Right. Fly across the entire Bay of Beasts ahead of a gale-come-blizzard just to find the reddest of white-eyes. Of course." It tests its wings, and Runi reaches down with his own to grab one at the forejoint. The Fae flattens its frills at him, but sighs. "Take me to this king, then. Let's get this over with."

Welcoming Pearsal!

Current nests: Eithne x Yamato, 2 eggs, 1/5 incubation

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[center][item=ashfall bat] [b]Meat: 40-50 battles[/b] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/643223/64322224p.png[/img] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/531589/53158852p.png[/img] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/878423/87842223p.png[/img] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/knqlqwisz13juz9/icemidsmall2.png[/img][/center] "I will not," Pearsal snarled, fins pinned back and eyes blazing with power, "have you die out here after all your bluster about strength yesterday. Yesterday," he repeated, with what passed for Fae emphasis-- which is to say a lash of his tail. "I'm not raising your giant bloody hatchlings, either. Shape. Up." Yamato growled back, shuddering as the foreign magic set into his flesh. "I'd like to see you do half as well out here on your own." A bone-deep itch settled into his wounds as they knit together, and he struggled to hold himself still. The last thing he needed was for Pearsal to seal his throat [i]entirely[/i] shut from some unfortunate twitch of muscle. "And if you were on your own," Pearsal bit out as scales knit themselves together over the fresh scar, "you would be dead now. You're welcome." [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/knqlqwisz13juz9/icemidsmall2.png[/img] [b]Levels up:[/b] Yamato: [b]4[/b] Runi: [b]4[/b] Pearsal: [b]4[/b] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/knqlqwisz13juz9/icemidsmall2.png[/img] [size=2]Current nests: Eithne x Yamato, 2 eggs, 2/5 incubation[/size][/center]

Loquaciousky

6456

August 07, 2023 17:45:30

Meat: 40-50 battles

"I will not," Pearsal snarled, fins pinned back and eyes blazing with power, "have you die out here after all your bluster about strength yesterday. Yesterday," he repeated, with what passed for Fae emphasis-- which is to say a lash of his tail. "I'm not raising your giant bloody hatchlings, either. Shape. Up."

Yamato growled back, shuddering as the foreign magic set into his flesh. "I'd like to see you do half as well out here on your own." A bone-deep itch settled into his wounds as they knit together, and he struggled to hold himself still. The last thing he needed was for Pearsal to seal his throat entirely shut from some unfortunate twitch of muscle.

"And if you were on your own," Pearsal bit out as scales knit themselves together over the fresh scar, "you would be dead now. You're welcome."

Levels up:
Yamato: 4
Runi: 4
Pearsal: 4

Current nests: Eithne x Yamato, 2 eggs, 2/5 incubation

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[center][item=Smoky Quartz] d20: [b]13. Duel![/b] Two dragons (excluding the Royal) fight, results determined by a... d4: [b]2. Dragon 1 kills Dragon 2.[/b] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/279618/27961707p.png[/img] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/531589/53158852p.png[/img] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/knqlqwisz13juz9/icemidsmall2.png[/img][/center] She is half his size, a mere fraction of his bulk. His belly still spills open when she clamps her jaws into it and [i]twists[/i], fur not dense enough beneath to foul her grip. Blood and viscera spill heavy onto the ground, the scent of ruptured bowels rising, and the Gaoler roars, ducking to sink his own jaws into Eithne's haunch, but his own size gets in his way: she simply burrows deeper beneath him-- [i]into[/i] him, really-- and lets his own foreleg take the brunt of his strike. She draws her tail underneath as well, just to be sure, but Runi's hind legs are faltering already, unsteady with the muscles of his abdomen torn. He is dead, unless Pearsal interferes; she just needs to not get herself killed until the rest of him catches up. [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/knqlqwisz13juz9/icemidsmall2.png[/img] [b]Killed:[/b] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/531589/53158852p.png[/img] [b]Runi[/b] level 4 final life - true death [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/knqlqwisz13juz9/icemidsmall2.png[/img] [size=2]Current nests: Eithne x Yamato, 2 eggs, 3/5 incubation[/size][/center]

Loquaciousky

6456

August 08, 2023 15:28:09

d20: 13. Duel! Two dragons (excluding the Royal) fight, results determined by a...
d4: 2. Dragon 1 kills Dragon 2.

She is half his size, a mere fraction of his bulk. His belly still spills open when she clamps her jaws into it and twists, fur not dense enough beneath to foul her grip. Blood and viscera spill heavy onto the ground, the scent of ruptured bowels rising, and the Gaoler roars, ducking to sink his own jaws into Eithne's haunch, but his own size gets in his way: she simply burrows deeper beneath him-- into him, really-- and lets his own foreleg take the brunt of his strike. She draws her tail underneath as well, just to be sure, but Runi's hind legs are faltering already, unsteady with the muscles of his abdomen torn. He is dead, unless Pearsal interferes; she just needs to not get herself killed until the rest of him catches up.

Killed:

Runi
level 4
final life - true death

Current nests: Eithne x Yamato, 2 eggs, 3/5 incubation

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[center][item=Greatshell Fin] [b]Meat: 40-50 battles[/b] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/279618/27961707p.png[/img] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/643223/64322224p.png[/img] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/878423/87842223p.png[/img] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/knqlqwisz13juz9/icemidsmall2.png[/img][/center] Ice condenses around Yamato all at once, too quickly for any of them to react; his bellow of rage is cut short, his mouth frozen open, and Pearsal's heart drops. He's so [i]big[/i], and the dryad's eyes are still blazing with power, and without Yamato there's barely a chance of winning this fight. "Retreat," he snaps at Eithne; the Bogsneak hisses back wordlessly, circling around towards the grove's heart-tree. The dryad snaps his head towards her, a miniature blizzard gathering around him again, and Pearsal swears to himself and throws a stone at him to interrupt the cast. They might not be dragons, barely smaller than the average Fae, but they still need to [i]focus[/i] for their magic to work. If only Eithne would take the damn distraction and [i]run-[/i] There's an eerie, high-pitched warble, a loud bone-crack [i]snap[/i], and Pearsal shoots into the air to avoid flying shards of ice-- not from the dryad they're fighting, but from [i]behind[/i]. He darts between branches and turns back on himself to look, and nearly falls back to the ground. Half the grove is flattened, blackened, and flames lick up the base of the heart-tree. The dryad creaks something-- plantspeak or wordless pain, Pearsal doesn't know-- and falters in the overwhelming heat. The thermal bears Pearsal even higher, above the treeline, but he can still see deep garnet and sapphire in the center of the crater. Yamato [i]roars[/i], and birds for miles around join Pearsal in the sky. [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/knqlqwisz13juz9/icemidsmall2.png[/img] [b]Levels up:[/b] Eithne: [b]5[/b] Yamato: [b]5[/b] - [b]Royal[/b] is immune to Coliseum death Pearsal: [b]5[/b] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/knqlqwisz13juz9/icemidsmall2.png[/img] [size=2]Current nests: Eithne x Yamato, 2 eggs, 4/5 incubation[/size][/center]

Loquaciousky

6456

August 09, 2023 14:22:03

Meat: 40-50 battles

Ice condenses around Yamato all at once, too quickly for any of them to react; his bellow of rage is cut short, his mouth frozen open, and Pearsal's heart drops. He's so big, and the dryad's eyes are still blazing with power, and without Yamato there's barely a chance of winning this fight.

"Retreat," he snaps at Eithne; the Bogsneak hisses back wordlessly, circling around towards the grove's heart-tree. The dryad snaps his head towards her, a miniature blizzard gathering around him again, and Pearsal swears to himself and throws a stone at him to interrupt the cast. They might not be dragons, barely smaller than the average Fae, but they still need to focus for their magic to work.

If only Eithne would take the damn distraction and run-

There's an eerie, high-pitched warble, a loud bone-crack snap, and Pearsal shoots into the air to avoid flying shards of ice-- not from the dryad they're fighting, but from behind. He darts between branches and turns back on himself to look, and nearly falls back to the ground.

Half the grove is flattened, blackened, and flames lick up the base of the heart-tree. The dryad creaks something-- plantspeak or wordless pain, Pearsal doesn't know-- and falters in the overwhelming heat. The thermal bears Pearsal even higher, above the treeline, but he can still see deep garnet and sapphire in the center of the crater.

Yamato roars, and birds for miles around join Pearsal in the sky.

Levels up:
Eithne: 5
Yamato: 5 - Royal is immune to Coliseum death
Pearsal: 5

Current nests: Eithne x Yamato, 2 eggs, 4/5 incubation

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[center][item=Fluted Seashell] 1d20: [b]19. Nature's Gambit[/b] - Two dragons go a'questing. Raise them 1 level, then flip a coin. [b]Heads:[/b] Found new warriors on the quest! Acquire two more dragons from the AH. [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/643223/64322224p.png[/img] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/878423/87842223p.png[/img] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/knqlqwisz13juz9/icemidsmall2.png[/img][/center] Desertwing chatters excitedly at the Ridgeback, stopping just short of perching on his face; Leonine (high-low slide eventone, not that she's run into other Coatls that can pronounce it properly in months) watches his smaller companion instead, his red and white hide surprisingly good camouflage in the scrub forest they've found each other in. She can't throw stones about red eyes when she's so far from her own hatchlands, but they still send a shiver down her spine as they flicker between her and her Aether companion. His mouth doesn't move. His frills are all but pinned in clear annoyance, and every now and then he turns his blood-eyes on his partner and hisses-- wordlessly, Leonine thinks, and very quietly. Eventually, Desertwing's looping course brings her back to rest by Leonine's side; she raises a wing in welcome and her neck frills in inquiry. The Aether chatters excitedly, then remembers to raise her foremost legs to sign along with her vocalizations. "They say they've got a safe place to rest if we help with their hunts!" "Hunting?" Leonine can't help the skeptical tilt to her question-- sung, as Desertwing's much better at listening than singing herself. "Do we need to?" "Well, the weather's already turning! You've seen our summer, but [i]real[/i] snow will be coming in soon." Her hands falter, though she keeps her wings high and cheerful. "And I get the impression that it isn't an [i]offer[/i] so much as, uh, they might attack us if we say no," she adds without verbalizing along for once. "The big guy's [i]really[/i] big. And insistent." "He is big," Leonine agrees, tilting her head to keep track of the strange dragons. The Fae is hissing at 'the big guy' again, apparently distracted, but the Ridgeback is staring at them. Neither Ridgebacks nor Fae eat meat. With a mixed-species clan, though, who knows who they're hunting for? The Ridgeback certainly looks like he'd kill them both either way. "Well. We'd better help hunt, then, shouldn't we?" [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/knqlqwisz13juz9/icemidsmall2.png[/img] [b]Job assignations:[/b] Eithne: [b]Artist[/b] - allow reroll of job doubles Pearsal: [b]Fortune Teller[/b] - ignore the daily pull. If you do, flip a coin; on tails, the Teller is exalted. [b]Levels up:[/b] Yamato: [b]6[/b] Pearsal: [b]6[/b] Welcoming [b]Leonine the Coatl[/b] and [b]Desertwing the Aether[/b]! [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/87121406][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/871215/87121406_350.png[/img][/url] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/87943372][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/879434/87943372_350.png[/img][/url] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/knqlqwisz13juz9/icemidsmall2.png[/img] [size=2]Current nests: Eithne x Yamato, 2 eggs, 5/5 incubation[/size]

Loquaciousky

6456

August 10, 2023 16:06:41

1d20: 19. Nature's Gambit - Two dragons go a'questing. Raise them 1 level, then flip a coin.
Heads: Found new warriors on the quest! Acquire two more dragons from the AH.

Desertwing chatters excitedly at the Ridgeback, stopping just short of perching on his face; Leonine (high-low slide eventone, not that she's run into other Coatls that can pronounce it properly in months) watches his smaller companion instead, his red and white hide surprisingly good camouflage in the scrub forest they've found each other in. She can't throw stones about red eyes when she's so far from her own hatchlands, but they still send a shiver down her spine as they flicker between her and her Aether companion. His mouth doesn't move. His frills are all but pinned in clear annoyance, and every now and then he turns his blood-eyes on his partner and hisses-- wordlessly, Leonine thinks, and very quietly.

Eventually, Desertwing's looping course brings her back to rest by Leonine's side; she raises a wing in welcome and her neck frills in inquiry. The Aether chatters excitedly, then remembers to raise her foremost legs to sign along with her vocalizations. "They say they've got a safe place to rest if we help with their hunts!"

"Hunting?" Leonine can't help the skeptical tilt to her question-- sung, as Desertwing's much better at listening than singing herself. "Do we need to?"

"Well, the weather's already turning! You've seen our summer, but real snow will be coming in soon." Her hands falter, though she keeps her wings high and cheerful. "And I get the impression that it isn't an offer so much as, uh, they might attack us if we say no," she adds without verbalizing along for once. "The big guy's really big. And insistent."

"He is big," Leonine agrees, tilting her head to keep track of the strange dragons. The Fae is hissing at 'the big guy' again, apparently distracted, but the Ridgeback is staring at them. Neither Ridgebacks nor Fae eat meat. With a mixed-species clan, though, who knows who they're hunting for? The Ridgeback certainly looks like he'd kill them both either way. "Well. We'd better help hunt, then, shouldn't we?"

Job assignations:
Eithne: Artist - allow reroll of job doubles
Pearsal: Fortune Teller - ignore the daily pull. If you do, flip a coin; on tails, the Teller is exalted.

Levels up:
Yamato: 6
Pearsal: 6

Welcoming Leonine the Coatl and Desertwing the Aether!

Current nests: Eithne x Yamato, 2 eggs, 5/5 incubation

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[center][item=Scarlet Yuccaweave] d20: [b]11. I quit![/b] One random dragon (Royal excluded) rolls for a new career. [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/878423/87842223p.png[/img] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/knqlqwisz13juz9/icemidsmall2.png[/img][/center] "They managed not to claw themselves up coming out of the shell," Pearsal pointed out, "but if you want more than that, get a real healer. I do wounds, not illness. They'll survive or they won't. It's out--" "Your intuition has been accurate in the past," Eithne murmured, staring resolutely at the Fae. "Lucky bloody guesses," Pearsal spat. "I don't know the future any more than you do." [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/knqlqwisz13juz9/icemidsmall2.png[/img] [b]Job assignations:[/b] Pearsal: [b]Assassin.[/b] Roll 1d4 daily to see if 1) the Target loses a life/is killed, 2) the Assassin is discovered and killed, 3) the Target evades death, or 4) the Assassin has been convinced not to go through with their quest. Until 4 occurs, the Assassin cannot participate in the Coliseum. Welcoming [b]2 hatchlings[/b], names to be granted on adulthood. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/88334826][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/883349/88334826_350.png[/img][/url] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/88334827][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/883349/88334827_350.png[/img][/url]

Loquaciousky

6456

August 13, 2023 05:07:12

d20: 11. I quit! One random dragon (Royal excluded) rolls for a new career.

"They managed not to claw themselves up coming out of the shell," Pearsal pointed out, "but if you want more than that, get a real healer. I do wounds, not illness. They'll survive or they won't. It's out--"

"Your intuition has been accurate in the past," Eithne murmured, staring resolutely at the Fae.

"Lucky bloody guesses," Pearsal spat. "I don't know the future any more than you do."

Job assignations:
Pearsal: Assassin. Roll 1d4 daily to see if 1) the Target loses a life/is killed, 2) the Assassin is discovered and killed, 3) the Target evades death, or 4) the Assassin has been convinced not to go through with their quest. Until 4 occurs, the Assassin cannot participate in the Coliseum.

Welcoming 2 hatchlings, names to be granted on adulthood.

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[center][item=Heavy Grainbasket] [b]Food: Plant:[/b] 10-20 matches [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/279618/27961707p.png[/img] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/871215/87121406p.png[/img] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/879434/87943372p.png[/img] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/knqlqwisz13juz9/icemidsmall2.png[/img][/center] "The loudmouth? Hah. No." Eithne kept her crest pulled close to her neck against the chill, but the tips of its tines still flicked with amusement. "He's a strong brute, sure enough, but Pearsal's the one to watch." "The Fae?" Desertwing tipped her head, two hands idly translating their conversation for Leonine as the other two packed a deep gash left in her flank during their last battle. "The mage, yes. If he were of a size for it, I'd half-expect him to have challenged Yamato by now. Too prideful to vanish into the night, but none too happy with being pressed into service either, if I'm any guess." "Pressed? Is this done often, then?" Leonine's voice was careful and even-toned in the way of most Coatls in their second language, only barely hitching as Desertwing continued her work. Eithne snorted. "'Often' is a strong word when we've only been out on our own since Carnivale, but no, you two aren't the first our [i]fearless leader[/i] has decided join or die. It's going to get him killed one of these days, probably, but that's his problem." [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/knqlqwisz13juz9/icemidsmall2.png[/img] [b]Assassin roll:[/b] 3, target evades. [b]Hatchling rolls:[/b] blue 3, green 2; no deaths. [size=2]d6s were rolled for skipped days as well, hatchlings survived.[/size] [b]Levels up:[/b] Desertwing: [b]3[/b] Leonine: [b]3[/b][/center]

Loquaciousky

6456

August 15, 2023 14:45:05

Food: Plant: 10-20 matches

"The loudmouth? Hah. No." Eithne kept her crest pulled close to her neck against the chill, but the tips of its tines still flicked with amusement. "He's a strong brute, sure enough, but Pearsal's the one to watch."

"The Fae?" Desertwing tipped her head, two hands idly translating their conversation for Leonine as the other two packed a deep gash left in her flank during their last battle.

"The mage, yes. If he were of a size for it, I'd half-expect him to have challenged Yamato by now. Too prideful to vanish into the night, but none too happy with being pressed into service either, if I'm any guess."

"Pressed? Is this done often, then?" Leonine's voice was careful and even-toned in the way of most Coatls in their second language, only barely hitching as Desertwing continued her work.

Eithne snorted. "'Often' is a strong word when we've only been out on our own since Carnivale, but no, you two aren't the first our fearless leader has decided join or die. It's going to get him killed one of these days, probably, but that's his problem."

Assassin roll: 3, target evades.
Hatchling rolls: blue 3, green 2; no deaths. d6s were rolled for skipped days as well, hatchlings survived.

Levels up:
Desertwing: 3
Leonine: 3

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[center][item=Iron Steampunk Vest] [b]Nesting[/b] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/871215/87121406p.png[/img] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/878423/87842223p.png[/img] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/knqlqwisz13juz9/icemidsmall2.png[/img] [b]Assassin roll:[/b] 2, assassin was [b]discovered and killed.[/b][/center] Pearsal's first mistake was venting his frustrations on anyone but the cause of them. His second was picking a fight with a brooding dragon over her own eggs. Frills slick to her neck in residual rage and fear, Leonine left the sundered corpse to warm her nest and slunk to the other, older den in the outpost. She stopped short of actually entering-- she'd had quite enough of fighting for one day, thank you-- and lowered her snout to call into the darkness, "Eithne?" The peeps of the hatchlings greeted her first-- two voices still, good-- before the timbre of the ground warned her the adult Bogsneak was coming up to speak in person. Leonine retreated politely, and soon enough the green head emerged. Eithne paused, looking her over, then said, "he tried something, didn't he?" Leonine nodded, focusing intently on the shapes of the words; Eithne was nearly as monotone as a Fae, most of the time. "Dead yet or just gutted?" she added after a short, scenting breath of the air aboveground. Leonine nodded again. Eithne snorted. "Idiot. Why are all the drakes in this camp idiots? Bring what's left over here, fresh meat will do them good." Leonine froze partway through another nod-- a kill was a kill, yes, no place in Nature to waste food-- but this kill was a [i]dragon.[/i] He should at least be-- Well. He would've been a kin-slayer if he'd succeeded. And had she really expected anything else, coming to Eithne for advice in the aftermath? Another wandering child of the Gladekeeper, on the hunt in this frozen desert, with two mouths of her own to feed? A kill was a kill. The hatchlings needed to eat, and seafood was too oily for their little bellies yet even if it was easier to come by. "Thank you," she murmured in the flat toneless language of the wider world, and turned to obey. [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/knqlqwisz13juz9/icemidsmall2.png[/img] [b]Hatchling rolls:[/b] blue 3, green 5; no deaths. [b]Current nests:[/b] Pearsal x Leonine, 3 eggs, 1/5 incubation[/center] [size=2]So, uh. I only had one male available to set to a nest (Yamato's still on cooldown), and Pearsal's target was RNG determined at his jobswitch. The dice have decided to Tell A Story, apparently. He can't be exalted while on a nest [s]and also he's dang pretty[/s] so he's been removed from the challenge and the Coli pool.[/size]

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August 16, 2023 16:01:17

Nesting

Assassin roll: 2, assassin was discovered and killed.

Pearsal's first mistake was venting his frustrations on anyone but the cause of them.

His second was picking a fight with a brooding dragon over her own eggs.

Frills slick to her neck in residual rage and fear, Leonine left the sundered corpse to warm her nest and slunk to the other, older den in the outpost. She stopped short of actually entering-- she'd had quite enough of fighting for one day, thank you-- and lowered her snout to call into the darkness, "Eithne?"

The peeps of the hatchlings greeted her first-- two voices still, good-- before the timbre of the ground warned her the adult Bogsneak was coming up to speak in person. Leonine retreated politely, and soon enough the green head emerged. Eithne paused, looking her over, then said, "he tried something, didn't he?"

Leonine nodded, focusing intently on the shapes of the words; Eithne was nearly as monotone as a Fae, most of the time.

"Dead yet or just gutted?" she added after a short, scenting breath of the air aboveground.

Leonine nodded again.

Eithne snorted. "Idiot. Why are all the drakes in this camp idiots? Bring what's left over here, fresh meat will do them good."

Leonine froze partway through another nod-- a kill was a kill, yes, no place in Nature to waste food-- but this kill was a dragon. He should at least be--

Well.

He would've been a kin-slayer if he'd succeeded. And had she really expected anything else, coming to Eithne for advice in the aftermath? Another wandering child of the Gladekeeper, on the hunt in this frozen desert, with two mouths of her own to feed? A kill was a kill. The hatchlings needed to eat, and seafood was too oily for their little bellies yet even if it was easier to come by.

"Thank you," she murmured in the flat toneless language of the wider world, and turned to obey.

Hatchling rolls: blue 3, green 5; no deaths.
Current nests: Pearsal x Leonine, 3 eggs, 1/5 incubation

So, uh. I only had one male available to set to a nest (Yamato's still on cooldown), and Pearsal's target was RNG determined at his jobswitch. The dice have decided to Tell A Story, apparently. He can't be exalted while on a nest ~~and also he's dang pretty~~ so he's been removed from the challenge and the Coli pool.

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Last edited on Aug 16, 2023 16:07:39 by Loquaciousky

[center][item=Azure Highnoon Hank] [b]Nesting[/b] As there are no pairs currently available to breed, 1d4+1 ([b]5[/b]) hatchlings of randomized breed have been "found abandoned" (bought off the AH) instead. [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/knqlqwisz13juz9/icemidsmall2.png[/img][/center] "And you're... all related," Desertwing asked dubiously, looking over the tangle of wildly-variant hatchlings. They were all Ice-touched, obviously, silvery eyes peeking out at her from [i]so[/i] many angles, but the colors of everything [i]but[/i] their eyes varied so wildly she wasn't certain [i]any[/i] quirk of genetics could explain it. Or the variation in patterning. Or the fact that two of the young Ridgebacks were massively larger than their supposed 'sibling' of the same species, nevermind the shrimpy half-fledged Wildclaw that practically still had egg-slick caught in her crest feathers. "[i]Yes,[/i]" one of those larger Ridgebacks asserted. "We're together." Desertwing supposed it didn't [i]really[/i] matter. Hatchlings were hatchlings, and the outpost was going to be absolutely swamped with them-- if they didn't die first. It was a miracle a wandering yeti hadn't already grabbed any of these ones. "Well. I can't promise it's a [i]good[/i] place, but I do have a roost nearby. The rest of the clan's kind of-" words she shouldn't use in front of hatchlings, whoops- "uh, battle-focused, but it'll probably be better than trying to ride out your first long dark by yourselves." The older Ridgebacks looked at each other; those two might [i]actually[/i] be siblings, discussing the offer entirely in Significant Expressions. Desertwing spread her hindwings against a gust of wind and tried not to look like she wanted to eat them all, because she [i]didn't,[/i] and idiot leader or no she didn't want to be responsible for leaving hatchlings to freeze. [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/knqlqwisz13juz9/icemidsmall2.png[/img] [b]Hatchling Rolls:[/b] blue 3, green 5 (again!); no deaths. [b]Current nests:[/b] Pearsal x Leonine, 3 eggs, 2/5 incubation Welcoming [b]5 hatchlings[/b], names to be granted upon reaching adulthood (where the seller hadn't named them already). [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/88415531][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/884156/88415531.png[/img][/url] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/88445687][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/884457/88445687.png[/img][/url] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/88408547][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/884086/88408547.png[/img][/url] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/88314621][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/883147/88314621.png[/img][/url] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/88314623][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/883147/88314623.png[/img][/url]

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