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[b]The History of Pelthys[/b]
The Kingdom of Pelthys was once known for its lush history and deep ties to the primordial. A mountainous region with sloping valleys, the kingdom's palace sits nestled against Mount Pelthya. There its royalty reigned for centuries until it fell under disrepair, constant coups and changes in power, and eventually fell decrepit. Much of its history was lost to the times, and few has been surfaced. Almost 200 years later, Wreithling, a Nocturne of humble beginnings, refounded the kingdom of Pelthys. Since then, it has flourished under the fair rule of his descendants, who have prioritized relearning of their land's history.
The late King Rinholdt had two daughters, Aelisk and Ilska. A well favored king, Rinholdt taught both of his daughters how to understand the world of politics and to rule in the event of his death. Sensing a change of tides on the horizon, he managed to spirit away Princess Ilska just in time. One of his advisors, Lord Valsinth, had managed to gain control over many strong political rivals. After usurping the throne, he had the king and his remaining daughter Aelisk executed before either could escape. It has been 25 years since, and Ilska has returned to claim her throne.
[b]What is this?[/b]
Hello! Welcome to my Kingdomlocke Challenge: The Shattered Crown! This is a chance for me to write some fun stories for a group of dragons in a high fantasy setting, while also seeing how well they fare under the fate of random numbers and dice rolls. It's like playing D&D but I am the DM and players all in one.
Kingdomlocke is a Pinkerlocke/Fodderlocke hybrid challenge, and the rules of which have been outlined by Humdrum [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/3102226/1]here[/url]. This is not meant to be an easy challenge, and while I will most likely grow very attached to my dragons, the chance of death is high.
My writing will vary, as there may be days I am not feeling creative. Those days will feature bullet point notes that I will expand on later to outline how the day's update went.
Please note - many trigger warnings associated with Kingdomlocke include death and violence. I will be keeping in line with Flight Rising's ToS in regards to how much details I go into, but there will always be a trigger warning at the beginning of my updates.
Please feel free to post in here with your feedback or comments as I write! I would also love to collaborate with fellow kingdomlocke challengers, and see about possible ambassador relations between kingdoms.
Thanks again for reading through, and hope you enjoy!
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The History of Pelthys
The Kingdom of Pelthys was once known for its lush history and deep ties to the primordial. A mountainous region with sloping valleys, the kingdom's palace sits nestled against Mount Pelthya. There its royalty reigned for centuries until it fell under disrepair, constant coups and changes in power, and eventually fell decrepit. Much of its history was lost to the times, and few has been surfaced. Almost 200 years later, Wreithling, a Nocturne of humble beginnings, refounded the kingdom of Pelthys. Since then, it has flourished under the fair rule of his descendants, who have prioritized relearning of their land's history.
The late King Rinholdt had two daughters, Aelisk and Ilska. A well favored king, Rinholdt taught both of his daughters how to understand the world of politics and to rule in the event of his death. Sensing a change of tides on the horizon, he managed to spirit away Princess Ilska just in time. One of his advisors, Lord Valsinth, had managed to gain control over many strong political rivals. After usurping the throne, he had the king and his remaining daughter Aelisk executed before either could escape. It has been 25 years since, and Ilska has returned to claim her throne.
What is this?
Hello! Welcome to my Kingdomlocke Challenge: The Shattered Crown! This is a chance for me to write some fun stories for a group of dragons in a high fantasy setting, while also seeing how well they fare under the fate of random numbers and dice rolls. It's like playing D&D but I am the DM and players all in one.
Kingdomlocke is a Pinkerlocke/Fodderlocke hybrid challenge, and the rules of which have been outlined by Humdrum here. This is not meant to be an easy challenge, and while I will most likely grow very attached to my dragons, the chance of death is high.
My writing will vary, as there may be days I am not feeling creative. Those days will feature bullet point notes that I will expand on later to outline how the day's update went.
Please note - many trigger warnings associated with Kingdomlocke include death and violence. I will be keeping in line with Flight Rising's ToS in regards to how much details I go into, but there will always be a trigger warning at the beginning of my updates.
Please feel free to post in here with your feedback or comments as I write! I would also love to collaborate with fellow kingdomlocke challengers, and see about possible ambassador relations between kingdoms.
Thanks again for reading through, and hope you enjoy!
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[size=2]I will be following the rules outlined in Humdrum's post [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/3102226/1]here[/url]. For ease of access, here are the main rules:
[b]1:[/b] Start the challenge with 3 level 1 dragons. Pick one to be the Royal, who can breed immediately with one of the others.
[b]2:[/b] Each day, draw from Pinkerton. The item drawn dictates what the daily activity will be. See the above link for what each draw's activity means.
[b]3:[/b] Dragons will be able to pick a profession at level 5, which will give more daily activities. A list of available jobs are listed in the linked thread above.
[b]4:[/b] Every egg hatched must flip a coin. Heads it stays, tails it did not make it and will be exalted. For every hatchling in the kingdom it must roll 1d6 each day until it ages into adulthood. A 1 will result in death, and it will be exalted.
[b]5:[/b] Dragons receive an additional life at level 10 and 15. These lives transfer if they change professions.
[b]6:[/b] Dragons that reach level 25 'retire' and can no longer breed or fight in the coliseum.
[b]7:[/b] If a dragon reaches 5 levels above the Royal, they must fight for dominance. Roll 1d4. The following will result in:
[indent][size=2]1: Both dragons die in the fight.
2: The challenger wins, usurping and killing the current Royal.
3: The Royal wins, killing the challenger.
4: Draw - neither dragon wins, and instead both gain respect for one another. [/size][/indent]
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[b]8:[/b] The challenge ends when there is at least one dragon in each profession (20), or a Royal that reaches level 25.
[b]In Regards to Ancient Breeds[/b]
I will be starting this challenge only using modern dragon breeds. In order to trigger access to ancient breeds, I must do the following:[/size]
[indent][size=2]Have both a librarian and an alchemist in the kingdom
Both dragons must be level 10 or higher
Received event currency during my Pinkerton pull[/size]
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The currency pulled (and corresponding event) dictates which ancient I may buy from the AH. I must purchase the cheapest one available. Doing this action also means that neither the librarian or the alchemist can perform their daily tasks for the rest of the event period - it's a lot of resources to summon an ancient dragon from the ether![/size]
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I will be following the rules outlined in Humdrum's post here. For ease of access, here are the main rules:
1: Start the challenge with 3 level 1 dragons. Pick one to be the Royal, who can breed immediately with one of the others.
2: Each day, draw from Pinkerton. The item drawn dictates what the daily activity will be. See the above link for what each draw's activity means.
3: Dragons will be able to pick a profession at level 5, which will give more daily activities. A list of available jobs are listed in the linked thread above.
4: Every egg hatched must flip a coin. Heads it stays, tails it did not make it and will be exalted. For every hatchling in the kingdom it must roll 1d6 each day until it ages into adulthood. A 1 will result in death, and it will be exalted.
5: Dragons receive an additional life at level 10 and 15. These lives transfer if they change professions.
6: Dragons that reach level 25 'retire' and can no longer breed or fight in the coliseum.
7: If a dragon reaches 5 levels above the Royal, they must fight for dominance. Roll 1d4. The following will result in:
1: Both dragons die in the fight.
2: The challenger wins, usurping and killing the current Royal.
3: The Royal wins, killing the challenger.
4: Draw - neither dragon wins, and instead both gain respect for one another.
8: The challenge ends when there is at least one dragon in each profession (20), or a Royal that reaches level 25.
In Regards to Ancient Breeds
I will be starting this challenge only using modern dragon breeds. In order to trigger access to ancient breeds, I must do the following:
Have both a librarian and an alchemist in the kingdom
Both dragons must be level 10 or higher
Received event currency during my Pinkerton pull
The currency pulled (and corresponding event) dictates which ancient I may buy from the AH. I must purchase the cheapest one available. Doing this action also means that neither the librarian or the alchemist can perform their daily tasks for the rest of the event period - it's a lot of resources to summon an ancient dragon from the ether!
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[/url] [b]Name:[/b] Hinnah
[b]Role:[/b] None
[b]Current Level:[/b] 3
Hinnah perished defending her queen and best friend Ilska during their attack on the usurper Valsinth's forces. She did not get to see her friend sit upon the throne and reclaim her seat as ruler of the kingdom of Pelthys, but she stood by her till the very end. She will be missed.[/columns][/indent]
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[/url] [b]Name:[/b] Dragonfruit
[b]Role:[/b] None
[b]Current Level:[/b] 1
Unfortunately Grapefruit did not survive through her hatchling years under the beginning of Ilska's reign.[/columns][/indent]
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Name: Hinnah Role: None Current Level: 3
Hinnah perished defending her queen and best friend Ilska during their attack on the usurper Valsinth's forces. She did not get to see her friend sit upon the throne and reclaim her seat as ruler of the kingdom of Pelthys, but she stood by her till the very end. She will be missed.
Name: Dragonfruit Role: None Current Level: 1
Unfortunately Grapefruit did not survive through her hatchling years under the beginning of Ilska's reign.
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[i]30-40 rounds in the coliseum[/i]
[b]Day One[/b]
tw: blood, violence, death.[/center]
[size=2]No kingdom was ever started easily. Ilska knew this, when her father had her pouring over the history books in the royal library. Some had to be taken by force, others were created through treaties, politics, diplomacy. Ilska had noted how lucky they were then, that their kingdom was already established. Her father had chuckled and nodded, but then he frowned.
[i]"It is just as hard, if not harder, to maintain a kingdom, let alone start one."[/i]
Even now, his words echoed in her ears as they cleared the first floor of the palace. It had been so long since Ilska had walked these halls, the tapestries and banners that heralded her father's reign had been taken down, replaced with the usurper's colors. She would tear them down, set them alight, and remove any of their tainted imagery from her family's kingdom.
"My lady, this way." Oil called. His dark scales shimmering further up the hall. Ilska withdrew her blade from the dead soldier at her feet. Hinnah fell another moments later, and joined them as they moved further into the palace. Ilksa retraced her memory through the stone walls, body going through the motions of familiar paths traveled.
As they progressed, more and more she recalled moments in her life at every turn. She smelled old parchment as they neared the library, felt ancient scrolls under her claws as she swung her sword into the next enemy. Near the banquet hall she smelled roasted meat and the cook's famous tarts. Around one corner there was a quiet little nook, one where she and Oil shared their first kiss. They were so young - barely older than hatchlings when they admitted their feelings for one another. From the high archways of the courtyard as they fell more and more enemies, barely taking a moment of respite, she remembered Hinnah training with the royal battlemaster under the now fallen oak tree that graced the courtyard. She looked to her friend and knew Hinnah saw it too, and it sparked rage in her to see it gone.
"Bloody mongrels," Hinnah spat, and she charged forward into the enemies that poured out from the throne room.
"Hinnah, no!" Ilska reached for her friend, trying to quell the anger that had taken root in her heart. But she could not be stopped, and so Ilska rushed forward as well to assist Hinnah in her onslaught.
Hinnah had been trained well, as she cut her way through several assailants in short time. As she drew her sword down on the last of them, she turned back to Ilska and grinned.
"For the queen," she panted. Ilska felt something tug in her heart. Her closest friend had fled the kingdom the day that they were overrun, not because she wanted to but because she was ordered to by the battlemaster to keep the princess safe. Hinnah would have remained, gone out in a blaze of glory to fight alongside the dutiful and courageous knights that had tried to protect the king till their last breaths. Now she was returned to the ground in which all of her brethren had perished, and she would not let their deaths be in vain.
"Not far now," Oil remarked, wiping blood from his own blade. He too turned to Ilska, and for the first time in a long time she felt like a true ruler. Her two closest companions looked to her for guidance, and she would lead them to victory.
Oil's look changed, fear and shock taking over his features. Ilska frowned, and watched in slow motion as Oil turned to reach for her. She realized he was looking behind her and turned her head, seeing the assassin jump from the rooftop of the courtyard. Something glimmered in the dim light and she would later recall was a dagger, it's positioning aimed for her throat. But that would be only a brief moment of thought as she recalled what happened next.
Hinnah was suddenly between her and the assailant, their bodies colliding and rolling. Ilska whipped around, her body taut with anticipation as she watched Hinnah tumble and slam the attacker into the ground. When she stood, the assailant gasped their last breath and was gone.
"Oh..." Oil's words came out before Ilska's mind caught up. Cut deep into her gut, the assassin's dagger stuck out of Hinnah.
"Well that's just great," Hinnah grunted before her body gave out. Ilska was there, catching her friend as she fell. "I was supposed to see you on that throne." Hinnah rasped in her friend's arms, a sad smile matching the tears that had formed in her eyes.
"Oh Hinnah, you will. I promise." Ilska replied, clutching her friend. "Please, hang on. We're almost there." Hinnah chuckled.
"Yes, you are." she touched her claws to Ilska's cheek. "Be true, and rule well. Find good ones to protect you like me and that fool." she jerked her head toward Oil who had come to stand near. Ilska nodded, tears forming in her own eyes that now dripped down her cheeks.
"Now go. I'll be here."
"Are you sure?" Ilska did not want to leave her alone here to die.
"I'm not going to die just yet, your highness." she teased. "I don't give up that easily, and you know it." Ilska nodded, squeezed her friend's claws in her own, and gently set her down. "Give them hell."
And hell they did give.
Ilska stormed into the throne room, and stared at her enemy seated upon her father's - [i]her[/i] - seat.
"Lord Valsinth, remove your traitorous self from my throne." Ilska demanded, her voice hard and even reverberating against the expansive ceiling so it was heard throughout the room. The dragon that sat in the throne was an oily looking creature. His scales had always been pale, and now after over a decade they looked even moreso. Ilska remembered this deceitful dragon, his whispers to other officials and lords with power to start seeds of unrest. He had amassed a small following - mostly with coin padding their pockets from the kingdom's treasury - as he stood by and let them tear down the kingdom's power. Once it was weak he had struck, only not as himself. He was too cowardly for that, instead orchestrating a coup that dragged her father and sister into the streets where he watched them be killed. Then he sat himself upon the throne, declaring himself king and putting a bounty out on the surviving princess's head. For years she had evaded capture, assisted by those loyal to her father in secrecy. She had grown from that scared princess, and now she stared at her father's murderer with every intention of taking back what he had stolen. Well, almost everything.
"Princess Ilska, welcome home." Valsinth chuckled. "I see you have come to die on your ancestor's sacred soil." Several soldiers moved into the throne room, cutting off any escape. Oil readied his blade and stood between Ilska and them, nodding to her.
"I am curious, to what authority you seem to think you hold to order me, King of Pelthys, to do anything?" Valsinth mused, twisting the pommel of a sword between his claws. Ilska recognized it as her father's and her blood burned.
"Do it, my lady." Oil urged. Ilska nodded, and took pointed steps toward the throne.
"I speak with the authority as Ilska, daughter of King Rinholdt, the last true king of Pelthys." Her voice rang true, echoing through the hall. "Within me I carry the blood of King Wreithling, the first of his name. I hereby strip you of your stolen title of King of Pelthys," she said. "I hereby reclaim the throne for myself, the crown princess of Pelthys, and rightful heir."
Now she was in front of the throne, her eyes staring directly down to Valsinth, who still sat there. He had grown particularly more and more tense as she approached. He had never been a fighter, preferring others to do his dirty work. However it was clear with his eyes darting to and fro that all of his remaining subjects were currently engaged in battle with Oil, who kept them all at bay while Ilska demanded her throne.
"I have looked upon your crimes, Lord Valsinth, and I find you guilty." she spat, eyes boring holes into his. "You will be punished for your betrayal."
Valsinth let out a cry, whether it was in fear or rage, Ilska didn't know. Suddenly he was a upon her, her father's sword raised. She met it with her own, felt the strength of the steel but not the dragon that wielded it. She knew then that she would win, for few could hold her father's sword and use it as valiantly as he.
"You little runt, I should've had your egg smashed!" Valsinth crowed, swinging the sword back up to hack at her. Ilska took her opening and slammed her sword forward, where it connected with him smoothly. Valsinth gasped, his energy sapped from the searing pain of Ilska's blade. She heard her father's sword clatter to the ground, then soon Valsinth followed. She dug her heels in and pushed her sword till it hit the tile of the floor, and only wrenched it free when Valsinth no longer moved.
Behind her, Oil had slain many of the soldiers that had been padding the palace, and only a few remained. At the sight of Valsinth's still form, they dropped their swords.
"Do you surrender?" Oil cried, his voice loud. The dragons nodded, some even putting their hands up. Ilska turned back to the throne. "Go to the village, go far. Tell them Queen Ilska sits on the throne of Pelthys, reclaimed from her father's usurper. Go with your lives, or stay and die." The dragons did not hesitate as they turned and ran, leaving the palace walls.
Ilska stood in front of the seat, a swirl of emotions rumbling through her.
"Sit, my lady." Oil said, his voice soft now, an octave reserved for only her.
"I..." She murmured, then swallowed before she settled herself into the seat. Oil smiled at her, then knelt, bowing his head.
"To Queen Ilska." He hummed. "Long may she reign."
"To us." Ilska added. "And our future." Oil smiled at her and nodded, turning to retreive the case he had belted to himself. He opened the top and the two peered down into it. Two eggs nestled in fabrics to keep them safe sat inside the box, and Ilska pressed a palm to each of them lovingly.
"To us."
[b]Historian's Notes[/b]
Nested Oil and Ilska for a total of 2 eggs. Godspeed, little ones. Your parents fought hard for you to be here.
Made it 27 rounds before Hinnah died, then had to slog through the last 3 to get to the minimum amount with just Oil and Ilska. I had hoped to get everyone to level 5 so that Oil and Hinnah could take on professions, but it wasn't in the cards for today.
I got a bit carried away with today's update, but I am really excited for this! I hope anyone reading enjoys, and we'll see you with the next update!
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Prized by fishkeepers, these fish are difficult to keep in a lair that enjoys their seafood.
35
3
30-40 rounds in the coliseum Day One
tw: blood, violence, death.
No kingdom was ever started easily. Ilska knew this, when her father had her pouring over the history books in the royal library. Some had to be taken by force, others were created through treaties, politics, diplomacy. Ilska had noted how lucky they were then, that their kingdom was already established. Her father had chuckled and nodded, but then he frowned.
"It is just as hard, if not harder, to maintain a kingdom, let alone start one."
Even now, his words echoed in her ears as they cleared the first floor of the palace. It had been so long since Ilska had walked these halls, the tapestries and banners that heralded her father's reign had been taken down, replaced with the usurper's colors. She would tear them down, set them alight, and remove any of their tainted imagery from her family's kingdom.
"My lady, this way." Oil called. His dark scales shimmering further up the hall. Ilska withdrew her blade from the dead soldier at her feet. Hinnah fell another moments later, and joined them as they moved further into the palace. Ilksa retraced her memory through the stone walls, body going through the motions of familiar paths traveled.
As they progressed, more and more she recalled moments in her life at every turn. She smelled old parchment as they neared the library, felt ancient scrolls under her claws as she swung her sword into the next enemy. Near the banquet hall she smelled roasted meat and the cook's famous tarts. Around one corner there was a quiet little nook, one where she and Oil shared their first kiss. They were so young - barely older than hatchlings when they admitted their feelings for one another. From the high archways of the courtyard as they fell more and more enemies, barely taking a moment of respite, she remembered Hinnah training with the royal battlemaster under the now fallen oak tree that graced the courtyard. She looked to her friend and knew Hinnah saw it too, and it sparked rage in her to see it gone.
"Bloody mongrels," Hinnah spat, and she charged forward into the enemies that poured out from the throne room.
"Hinnah, no!" Ilska reached for her friend, trying to quell the anger that had taken root in her heart. But she could not be stopped, and so Ilska rushed forward as well to assist Hinnah in her onslaught.
Hinnah had been trained well, as she cut her way through several assailants in short time. As she drew her sword down on the last of them, she turned back to Ilska and grinned.
"For the queen," she panted. Ilska felt something tug in her heart. Her closest friend had fled the kingdom the day that they were overrun, not because she wanted to but because she was ordered to by the battlemaster to keep the princess safe. Hinnah would have remained, gone out in a blaze of glory to fight alongside the dutiful and courageous knights that had tried to protect the king till their last breaths. Now she was returned to the ground in which all of her brethren had perished, and she would not let their deaths be in vain.
"Not far now," Oil remarked, wiping blood from his own blade. He too turned to Ilska, and for the first time in a long time she felt like a true ruler. Her two closest companions looked to her for guidance, and she would lead them to victory.
Oil's look changed, fear and shock taking over his features. Ilska frowned, and watched in slow motion as Oil turned to reach for her. She realized he was looking behind her and turned her head, seeing the assassin jump from the rooftop of the courtyard. Something glimmered in the dim light and she would later recall was a dagger, it's positioning aimed for her throat. But that would be only a brief moment of thought as she recalled what happened next.
Hinnah was suddenly between her and the assailant, their bodies colliding and rolling. Ilska whipped around, her body taut with anticipation as she watched Hinnah tumble and slam the attacker into the ground. When she stood, the assailant gasped their last breath and was gone.
"Oh..." Oil's words came out before Ilska's mind caught up. Cut deep into her gut, the assassin's dagger stuck out of Hinnah.
"Well that's just great," Hinnah grunted before her body gave out. Ilska was there, catching her friend as she fell. "I was supposed to see you on that throne." Hinnah rasped in her friend's arms, a sad smile matching the tears that had formed in her eyes.
"Oh Hinnah, you will. I promise." Ilska replied, clutching her friend. "Please, hang on. We're almost there." Hinnah chuckled.
"Yes, you are." she touched her claws to Ilska's cheek. "Be true, and rule well. Find good ones to protect you like me and that fool." she jerked her head toward Oil who had come to stand near. Ilska nodded, tears forming in her own eyes that now dripped down her cheeks.
"Now go. I'll be here."
"Are you sure?" Ilska did not want to leave her alone here to die.
"I'm not going to die just yet, your highness." she teased. "I don't give up that easily, and you know it." Ilska nodded, squeezed her friend's claws in her own, and gently set her down. "Give them hell."
And hell they did give.
Ilska stormed into the throne room, and stared at her enemy seated upon her father's - her - seat.
"Lord Valsinth, remove your traitorous self from my throne." Ilska demanded, her voice hard and even reverberating against the expansive ceiling so it was heard throughout the room. The dragon that sat in the throne was an oily looking creature. His scales had always been pale, and now after over a decade they looked even moreso. Ilska remembered this deceitful dragon, his whispers to other officials and lords with power to start seeds of unrest. He had amassed a small following - mostly with coin padding their pockets from the kingdom's treasury - as he stood by and let them tear down the kingdom's power. Once it was weak he had struck, only not as himself. He was too cowardly for that, instead orchestrating a coup that dragged her father and sister into the streets where he watched them be killed. Then he sat himself upon the throne, declaring himself king and putting a bounty out on the surviving princess's head. For years she had evaded capture, assisted by those loyal to her father in secrecy. She had grown from that scared princess, and now she stared at her father's murderer with every intention of taking back what he had stolen. Well, almost everything.
"Princess Ilska, welcome home." Valsinth chuckled. "I see you have come to die on your ancestor's sacred soil." Several soldiers moved into the throne room, cutting off any escape. Oil readied his blade and stood between Ilska and them, nodding to her.
"I am curious, to what authority you seem to think you hold to order me, King of Pelthys, to do anything?" Valsinth mused, twisting the pommel of a sword between his claws. Ilska recognized it as her father's and her blood burned.
"Do it, my lady." Oil urged. Ilska nodded, and took pointed steps toward the throne.
"I speak with the authority as Ilska, daughter of King Rinholdt, the last true king of Pelthys." Her voice rang true, echoing through the hall. "Within me I carry the blood of King Wreithling, the first of his name. I hereby strip you of your stolen title of King of Pelthys," she said. "I hereby reclaim the throne for myself, the crown princess of Pelthys, and rightful heir."
Now she was in front of the throne, her eyes staring directly down to Valsinth, who still sat there. He had grown particularly more and more tense as she approached. He had never been a fighter, preferring others to do his dirty work. However it was clear with his eyes darting to and fro that all of his remaining subjects were currently engaged in battle with Oil, who kept them all at bay while Ilska demanded her throne.
"I have looked upon your crimes, Lord Valsinth, and I find you guilty." she spat, eyes boring holes into his. "You will be punished for your betrayal."
Valsinth let out a cry, whether it was in fear or rage, Ilska didn't know. Suddenly he was a upon her, her father's sword raised. She met it with her own, felt the strength of the steel but not the dragon that wielded it. She knew then that she would win, for few could hold her father's sword and use it as valiantly as he.
"You little runt, I should've had your egg smashed!" Valsinth crowed, swinging the sword back up to hack at her. Ilska took her opening and slammed her sword forward, where it connected with him smoothly. Valsinth gasped, his energy sapped from the searing pain of Ilska's blade. She heard her father's sword clatter to the ground, then soon Valsinth followed. She dug her heels in and pushed her sword till it hit the tile of the floor, and only wrenched it free when Valsinth no longer moved.
Behind her, Oil had slain many of the soldiers that had been padding the palace, and only a few remained. At the sight of Valsinth's still form, they dropped their swords.
"Do you surrender?" Oil cried, his voice loud. The dragons nodded, some even putting their hands up. Ilska turned back to the throne. "Go to the village, go far. Tell them Queen Ilska sits on the throne of Pelthys, reclaimed from her father's usurper. Go with your lives, or stay and die." The dragons did not hesitate as they turned and ran, leaving the palace walls.
Ilska stood in front of the seat, a swirl of emotions rumbling through her.
"Sit, my lady." Oil said, his voice soft now, an octave reserved for only her.
"I..." She murmured, then swallowed before she settled herself into the seat. Oil smiled at her, then knelt, bowing his head.
"To Queen Ilska." He hummed. "Long may she reign."
"To us." Ilska added. "And our future." Oil smiled at her and nodded, turning to retreive the case he had belted to himself. He opened the top and the two peered down into it. Two eggs nestled in fabrics to keep them safe sat inside the box, and Ilska pressed a palm to each of them lovingly.
"To us."
Historian's Notes
Nested Oil and Ilska for a total of 2 eggs. Godspeed, little ones. Your parents fought hard for you to be here.
Made it 27 rounds before Hinnah died, then had to slog through the last 3 to get to the minimum amount with just Oil and Ilska. I had hoped to get everyone to level 5 so that Oil and Hinnah could take on professions, but it wasn't in the cards for today.
I got a bit carried away with today's update, but I am really excited for this! I hope anyone reading enjoys, and we'll see you with the next update!
[center][img]https://imgur.com/KlGZ3dY.png[/img]
[item=Autumn Harvest Bracelet]
[i]Romance: Breed 2 dragons. If no dragons are able to, roll 1d4 and buy the cheapest hatchlings in the AH corresponding to the number rolled.
Number: 2[/i]
[b]Day Two[/b]
tw: Abandonment, mentions of violence & death. [/center]
[size=2]Hinnah was laid to rest where the tree in the courtyard had once stood. She had managed to hold on long enough to see Ilska after it was all over, though not upon the throne. When she had gone, Ilska insisted on being the one to lay her friend down, and so she worked through the night until she could provide a proper burial for Hinnah. Then she fell asleep against the stump of the tree, while Oil stood watch over them both.
That was two days ago, and after they ensured the rest of the palace was empty of any stragglers, it was time to get to work.
Word had already spread to the outer village, and for once Ilska felt something inside of her that resembled hope. It was terrifying, but it gave her the drive she needed after everything she had lost that day.
"Another treaty to look over," Oil passed the parchment across the lavish oaken desk toward where Ilska sat. It was strange being all grown up and sitting in the chair of her father's desk, rather than sitting on his knee with her sister peering at the maps of the land and their kingdom. She would get used to it, she was certain, but for now it still felt off.
"I remember this one, a kingdom to the south that always relied on us for trade." She held the parchment up and examined it, and the signature of her grandfather that bound the treaty between Pelthys and its southern neighbor for almost a century. "We should reach out to their royals, reestablish this." she tapped it as she laid it back down on the desk. Oil nodded in agreement.
"I will go to the village and find us a messeng-" a mewling cry broke through the quietness of the palace, catching them both offguard.
"What was that?" Ilska asked, standing quickly. Oil's claws were already on his sword as he shook his head, moving toward the door. "It came from the west wing.
The two shot out through the palace halls, the crying growing as they neared a part of the castle they were certain had been cleared. However, after several minutes of searching a side room, they came across a nest sequestered in the servant's halls of the west wing. Inside, two hatchlings stared up at them.
"Hatchlings?" Ilska knelt in front of the two infants, tears streaking their cheeks. "How did we miss them?" Oil reached down and picked up a discarded piece of shell.
"They must have just hatched. Kept warm by the air of the kitchens blowing up from downstairs." The hall was warmer, and the hatchlings had been left bundled up in their nest. "A servant's? Guard?" There was a pause with the last word, one that hung between them they did not know if they wished to speak.
[i]Valsinth's?[/i]
"They are our responsibility, regardless." Ilska decided, scooping the two hatchlings up.
"My lady-" Oil protested, hushed by the look Ilska leveled at him. He frowned, clearing his throat. "Please understand. We are alone here, your kingdom is in shambles from decades of the usurper's reign. We must rebuild from the ground up, and we do not have time to watch two hatchlings with two of our own on the way." Oil's rationale was sound, and Ilska knew it. There were many times over the years where Oil's explanation was incredibly sound and was meant in good faith to steer her from recklessness or poor decisions. Likewise, there were plenty of times in which she ignored him, and came out with far bette results than the cautious way would have suggested.
"We can't just abandon them and let them die." She pointed out.
"But we also cannot guarantee they will not die even under our watch." Oil countered, which made her scowl into the dim hallway. She hated when he was right.
"I want to try, Oil. Regardless of their parentage, they are now subjects under my rule. They deserve a chance, do they not?" Oil went to open his mouth then paused, sighing. She had won the argument.
"Alright. But do not grow too attached," he placed a claw upon her cheek lovingly. "I do not wish to see you hurt if they do not survive." Ilska smiled and nodded.
"Thank you," she murmured, and he walked out of the halls and headed back toward the study. Ilska looked down at the two hatchlings. "Technically, I am 'your highness', but for now, you two may call me Auntie Ilska." The two looked up at her with wide and curious eyes, their cries quelled though she was certain they were hungry.
"Come, lets see if there's something to eat."
[b]Historian's Notes[/b]
What a far better day than yesterday! I would be pretty bummed if my entire kingdom got wiped out in 2 days, so thank goodness for this pull from Pinkerton. The kingdom is growing, though whether or not they will make it to adulthood lies in Ilska and Oil's (the dice) hands while they struggle to reestablish the building blocks of this once mighty kingdom.
Here are our two new hatchlings, Plum & Dragonfruit (they were prenamed):
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[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/93692419][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/936925/93692419_350.png[/img][/url]
They're very lovely, so I hope they make it and are able to become established members of this small but growing kingdom! Though, their lineage is one that lies in mystery, I wonder what sort of impact they may have on this land? Only time will tell~
[center][img]https://imgur.com/KlGZ3dY.png[/img][/center]
A bracelet of vines celebrates a bountiful harvest!
500
Romance: Breed 2 dragons. If no dragons are able to, roll 1d4 and buy the cheapest hatchlings in the AH corresponding to the number rolled.
Number: 2 Day Two
tw: Abandonment, mentions of violence & death.
Hinnah was laid to rest where the tree in the courtyard had once stood. She had managed to hold on long enough to see Ilska after it was all over, though not upon the throne. When she had gone, Ilska insisted on being the one to lay her friend down, and so she worked through the night until she could provide a proper burial for Hinnah. Then she fell asleep against the stump of the tree, while Oil stood watch over them both.
That was two days ago, and after they ensured the rest of the palace was empty of any stragglers, it was time to get to work.
Word had already spread to the outer village, and for once Ilska felt something inside of her that resembled hope. It was terrifying, but it gave her the drive she needed after everything she had lost that day.
"Another treaty to look over," Oil passed the parchment across the lavish oaken desk toward where Ilska sat. It was strange being all grown up and sitting in the chair of her father's desk, rather than sitting on his knee with her sister peering at the maps of the land and their kingdom. She would get used to it, she was certain, but for now it still felt off.
"I remember this one, a kingdom to the south that always relied on us for trade." She held the parchment up and examined it, and the signature of her grandfather that bound the treaty between Pelthys and its southern neighbor for almost a century. "We should reach out to their royals, reestablish this." she tapped it as she laid it back down on the desk. Oil nodded in agreement.
"I will go to the village and find us a messeng-" a mewling cry broke through the quietness of the palace, catching them both offguard.
"What was that?" Ilska asked, standing quickly. Oil's claws were already on his sword as he shook his head, moving toward the door. "It came from the west wing.
The two shot out through the palace halls, the crying growing as they neared a part of the castle they were certain had been cleared. However, after several minutes of searching a side room, they came across a nest sequestered in the servant's halls of the west wing. Inside, two hatchlings stared up at them.
"Hatchlings?" Ilska knelt in front of the two infants, tears streaking their cheeks. "How did we miss them?" Oil reached down and picked up a discarded piece of shell.
"They must have just hatched. Kept warm by the air of the kitchens blowing up from downstairs." The hall was warmer, and the hatchlings had been left bundled up in their nest. "A servant's? Guard?" There was a pause with the last word, one that hung between them they did not know if they wished to speak.
Valsinth's?
"They are our responsibility, regardless." Ilska decided, scooping the two hatchlings up.
"My lady-" Oil protested, hushed by the look Ilska leveled at him. He frowned, clearing his throat. "Please understand. We are alone here, your kingdom is in shambles from decades of the usurper's reign. We must rebuild from the ground up, and we do not have time to watch two hatchlings with two of our own on the way." Oil's rationale was sound, and Ilska knew it. There were many times over the years where Oil's explanation was incredibly sound and was meant in good faith to steer her from recklessness or poor decisions. Likewise, there were plenty of times in which she ignored him, and came out with far bette results than the cautious way would have suggested.
"We can't just abandon them and let them die." She pointed out.
"But we also cannot guarantee they will not die even under our watch." Oil countered, which made her scowl into the dim hallway. She hated when he was right.
"I want to try, Oil. Regardless of their parentage, they are now subjects under my rule. They deserve a chance, do they not?" Oil went to open his mouth then paused, sighing. She had won the argument.
"Alright. But do not grow too attached," he placed a claw upon her cheek lovingly. "I do not wish to see you hurt if they do not survive." Ilska smiled and nodded.
"Thank you," she murmured, and he walked out of the halls and headed back toward the study. Ilska looked down at the two hatchlings. "Technically, I am 'your highness', but for now, you two may call me Auntie Ilska." The two looked up at her with wide and curious eyes, their cries quelled though she was certain they were hungry.
"Come, lets see if there's something to eat."
Historian's Notes
What a far better day than yesterday! I would be pretty bummed if my entire kingdom got wiped out in 2 days, so thank goodness for this pull from Pinkerton. The kingdom is growing, though whether or not they will make it to adulthood lies in Ilska and Oil's (the dice) hands while they struggle to reestablish the building blocks of this once mighty kingdom.
Here are our two new hatchlings, Plum & Dragonfruit (they were prenamed):
They're very lovely, so I hope they make it and are able to become established members of this small but growing kingdom! Though, their lineage is one that lies in mystery, I wonder what sort of impact they may have on this land? Only time will tell~
[center][img]https://imgur.com/KlGZ3dY.png[/img]
[item=Slimy Tusk]
[i]
Quest Time: Pick two dragons at random. They have to go on a quest now. Raise both of them a level. Roll a 6-sided die for each. If it’s a 1, They lose a life or they’re exalted as they were lost in the mission.
During Quests, dragons are invincible and cannot die in Coli.
[/i]
[b]Day Three[/b]
tw: violence, hatchling death. [/center]
[size=2]
"It's important for us to show our faces around the kingdom," Ilska pointed out, pulling the they had found from the nest she and Oil had built for them. His efforts in the village had earned him some insight, though he had intention to return to the midwife there to garner more after their task for the day. It had taken him some time to gain their trust, given that for a quarter of a century they had been under the iron grip of Valsinth.
News had spread of Ilska's return to her father's throne, and it was as though the clouds were starting to clear over Pelthys. She felt more and more confident of herself with every visit from those in the surrounding township, of those who worked in the palace but fled when danger was sighted. They bowed to her, and swore fealty. After a day of vetting, of reaching out to loyal allies for advice and assistance in finding the right people to support her. Many were glad to see a descendant of Wreithling on the throne once again, and gifts arrived just as much as messengers with letters.
It felt as though the kingdom was becoming more and more like a true kingdom, once again.
"We must be careful on our travels, my lady." Oil spoke, taking the hatchlings from her and settling them into a makeshift carrier that hung around his chest. "You may be queen, but there are others that hope to take what you fought hard for while it's still young." he patted the hatchlings' heads. Ilska nodded, sighing. She knew the risks she still faced, and of how fragile everything hung in the balance until they made the right connections and decisions. But this was a risk she had to take if she would ever bring the kingdom of Pelthys anywhere near its former glory.
They took to the skies for much of their travel, heading town to town of the kingdom proper to meet with the local government and discuss their fealty to the throne. At first many were uncertain of her arrival, having watched their town or village leader leave in the dead of night upon Valsinth's defeat. It was clear that they had been loyal to him - or at least his money - and feared repercussions from Ilska and her guard for their part in assisting Valsinth keep control. In the meantime others had taken over temporary leadership, or turned to Ilska to help when she arrived.
And she did. Oh, how much she felt in her natural element when word spread to the villages of her arrival and the subsequent request for assistance. But her heart also hurt to know how much her people had suffered under Valsinth.
The sun was growing low when they headed back. The flight home was silent for the most part, Ilska's mind churning with thoughts on what the next moves would be and how her people had responded to her presence.
"I think today went well," Oil finally spoke, breaking the silence. Ilska turned and and smiled, then nodded.
"It did. It makes me hopef-" a shrieking sound echoed around them for only a brief moment before Ilska felt something slam into her. She toppled, losing her balance in the air and began to spiral down toward the ground at an alarming speed. From above her Oil shouted, but she could not focus until she righted her wings. The treeline tickled her scales as she finally did, turning her head sharply to where Oil fought with several harpies still in the air.
"Get away from him!" Ilska howled, then flung herself skyward with a great beat of her wings. Within moments she was on them, wrenching away one harpy and flinging the creature in a disorienting tailspin. She turned back to where Oil struggled against the other harpy, who was clawing at the bag of hatchlings. She rounded on them, slamming her body into the other so hard she heard bones crack. The harpy shrieked again, slashing out at her with its talons and missing. Instead it caught on the carrier and tore, but before Ilska could react Oil had whipped himself away and rounded his tail hard into the harpy. It was flung backward, and Ilska watched its form fall from the sky like deadweight.
Behind her came a cry from the one she had flung earlier, distraught at its partner's demise. But Ilska was on it before it could gain an advantage, her claws rendering her enemy's wings useless. It struggled to stay in the air, which put it off balance enough for Ilska to finish her attack.
Panting and in pain, she watched and waited for more to fling themselves at her. When no others came, she began to calm, turning to her partner to take in the devastation that wracked his features.
"Oil, what is it?" she asked. Oil held the carrier with the gaping hole. Inside Plum cried, scared and confused, his claws clinging to the strap of the carrier but alone. "No..."
"Take him, I'll search the forest for Grapefruit." Oil hurried the carrier off and handed it to Ilska. Before she could protest she watched his dark form streak downard and disappear into the treeline below. She held onto the hatchling for dear life, her heart pounding in her chest.
"It's alright," she cooed to the hatchling. "Uncle Oil will find your sister."
As time continued on, Ilska grew nervous waiting for Oil. After a little while longer, he was back. His face solemn, he came back to Ilska and took Plum in his claws. He pressed the hatchling against him and sighed.
"I couldn't find her, but there was blood." he murmured. "Whether it was the harpy or not I don't know but..."
"You tried," Ilska assured. "You tried, Oil." he looked down at Plum and nodded.
"Tomorrow, stay with the eggs and the little one. I think I will spend some time in the village. I have a lot to learn," he finally said. "I know it will not bring Grapefruit back, but I will make sure this one makes it to adulthood." he patted Plum, who had begun to soothe in Oil's arms. Ilska looked at him, then to Oil, and nodded.
"Alright."
[b]Historian's Note[/b]
I'm actually glad I got the roll I got, since it means I can spend time getting Ilska and Oil up a level without fear of them dying. Since they're my only adults until Plum ages, it makes my life a lot easier if they survive! Also how perfect was that roll for Oil's profession? Could not have asked for a better one!
Update: I'm pretty sad Grapefruit didn't make it, but it just goes to show the perils of this challenge. Hopefully Oil can keep the rest of them alive.
Side note - I don't actually know if the Royal is supposed to take a profession, or if 'royal' is the profession, so I didn't roll for Ilska. If anyone knows if it's okay for the royal to have a profession please let me know! Otherwise I'll just leave her where she's at.
Edit: here are the initial bullet points from this entry before I added it in officially:
• Rolled 1D6 for Ilska and Oil, they both saved with a 3 and 2 respectively
• Rolled for the two hatchlings from Monday, Plum got a 2 but unfortunately Grapefruit rolled a 1. She will be 'exalted', aka my bestie fell in love with her and so I'm giving her Grapefruit.
• Oil and Ilska are now level 5, which means that Oil can pick a profession. He rolled a 7, so he is now officially the nesting-helper of this kingdom! Which tbh, they really need given that they lost one already...
For new nests, each hatched egg gets to roll a 1d4 instead of a heads-or-tails flip. Rolling a 1 means the dragon is exalted, but their chances of survival have increased.
For hatchlings' daily rolls, instead of a D6 they get to roll 1D12. rolling a 1 means they died, but again - their survival rate is greatly increased.
[center][img]https://imgur.com/KlGZ3dY.png[/img]
These tusks do not last long after a greatshell expires.
32
Quest Time: Pick two dragons at random. They have to go on a quest now. Raise both of them a level. Roll a 6-sided die for each. If it’s a 1, They lose a life or they’re exalted as they were lost in the mission.
During Quests, dragons are invincible and cannot die in Coli.
Day Three
tw: violence, hatchling death.
"It's important for us to show our faces around the kingdom," Ilska pointed out, pulling the they had found from the nest she and Oil had built for them. His efforts in the village had earned him some insight, though he had intention to return to the midwife there to garner more after their task for the day. It had taken him some time to gain their trust, given that for a quarter of a century they had been under the iron grip of Valsinth.
News had spread of Ilska's return to her father's throne, and it was as though the clouds were starting to clear over Pelthys. She felt more and more confident of herself with every visit from those in the surrounding township, of those who worked in the palace but fled when danger was sighted. They bowed to her, and swore fealty. After a day of vetting, of reaching out to loyal allies for advice and assistance in finding the right people to support her. Many were glad to see a descendant of Wreithling on the throne once again, and gifts arrived just as much as messengers with letters.
It felt as though the kingdom was becoming more and more like a true kingdom, once again.
"We must be careful on our travels, my lady." Oil spoke, taking the hatchlings from her and settling them into a makeshift carrier that hung around his chest. "You may be queen, but there are others that hope to take what you fought hard for while it's still young." he patted the hatchlings' heads. Ilska nodded, sighing. She knew the risks she still faced, and of how fragile everything hung in the balance until they made the right connections and decisions. But this was a risk she had to take if she would ever bring the kingdom of Pelthys anywhere near its former glory.
They took to the skies for much of their travel, heading town to town of the kingdom proper to meet with the local government and discuss their fealty to the throne. At first many were uncertain of her arrival, having watched their town or village leader leave in the dead of night upon Valsinth's defeat. It was clear that they had been loyal to him - or at least his money - and feared repercussions from Ilska and her guard for their part in assisting Valsinth keep control. In the meantime others had taken over temporary leadership, or turned to Ilska to help when she arrived.
And she did. Oh, how much she felt in her natural element when word spread to the villages of her arrival and the subsequent request for assistance. But her heart also hurt to know how much her people had suffered under Valsinth.
The sun was growing low when they headed back. The flight home was silent for the most part, Ilska's mind churning with thoughts on what the next moves would be and how her people had responded to her presence.
"I think today went well," Oil finally spoke, breaking the silence. Ilska turned and and smiled, then nodded.
"It did. It makes me hopef-" a shrieking sound echoed around them for only a brief moment before Ilska felt something slam into her. She toppled, losing her balance in the air and began to spiral down toward the ground at an alarming speed. From above her Oil shouted, but she could not focus until she righted her wings. The treeline tickled her scales as she finally did, turning her head sharply to where Oil fought with several harpies still in the air.
"Get away from him!" Ilska howled, then flung herself skyward with a great beat of her wings. Within moments she was on them, wrenching away one harpy and flinging the creature in a disorienting tailspin. She turned back to where Oil struggled against the other harpy, who was clawing at the bag of hatchlings. She rounded on them, slamming her body into the other so hard she heard bones crack. The harpy shrieked again, slashing out at her with its talons and missing. Instead it caught on the carrier and tore, but before Ilska could react Oil had whipped himself away and rounded his tail hard into the harpy. It was flung backward, and Ilska watched its form fall from the sky like deadweight.
Behind her came a cry from the one she had flung earlier, distraught at its partner's demise. But Ilska was on it before it could gain an advantage, her claws rendering her enemy's wings useless. It struggled to stay in the air, which put it off balance enough for Ilska to finish her attack.
Panting and in pain, she watched and waited for more to fling themselves at her. When no others came, she began to calm, turning to her partner to take in the devastation that wracked his features.
"Oil, what is it?" she asked. Oil held the carrier with the gaping hole. Inside Plum cried, scared and confused, his claws clinging to the strap of the carrier but alone. "No..."
"Take him, I'll search the forest for Grapefruit." Oil hurried the carrier off and handed it to Ilska. Before she could protest she watched his dark form streak downard and disappear into the treeline below. She held onto the hatchling for dear life, her heart pounding in her chest.
"It's alright," she cooed to the hatchling. "Uncle Oil will find your sister."
As time continued on, Ilska grew nervous waiting for Oil. After a little while longer, he was back. His face solemn, he came back to Ilska and took Plum in his claws. He pressed the hatchling against him and sighed.
"I couldn't find her, but there was blood." he murmured. "Whether it was the harpy or not I don't know but..."
"You tried," Ilska assured. "You tried, Oil." he looked down at Plum and nodded.
"Tomorrow, stay with the eggs and the little one. I think I will spend some time in the village. I have a lot to learn," he finally said. "I know it will not bring Grapefruit back, but I will make sure this one makes it to adulthood." he patted Plum, who had begun to soothe in Oil's arms. Ilska looked at him, then to Oil, and nodded.
"Alright."
Historian's Note
I'm actually glad I got the roll I got, since it means I can spend time getting Ilska and Oil up a level without fear of them dying. Since they're my only adults until Plum ages, it makes my life a lot easier if they survive! Also how perfect was that roll for Oil's profession? Could not have asked for a better one!
Update: I'm pretty sad Grapefruit didn't make it, but it just goes to show the perils of this challenge. Hopefully Oil can keep the rest of them alive.
Side note - I don't actually know if the Royal is supposed to take a profession, or if 'royal' is the profession, so I didn't roll for Ilska. If anyone knows if it's okay for the royal to have a profession please let me know! Otherwise I'll just leave her where she's at.
Edit: here are the initial bullet points from this entry before I added it in officially:
• Rolled 1D6 for Ilska and Oil, they both saved with a 3 and 2 respectively
• Rolled for the two hatchlings from Monday, Plum got a 2 but unfortunately Grapefruit rolled a 1. She will be 'exalted', aka my bestie fell in love with her and so I'm giving her Grapefruit.
• Oil and Ilska are now level 5, which means that Oil can pick a profession. He rolled a 7, so he is now officially the nesting-helper of this kingdom! Which tbh, they really need given that they lost one already...
For new nests, each hatched egg gets to roll a 1d4 instead of a heads-or-tails flip. Rolling a 1 means the dragon is exalted, but their chances of survival have increased.
For hatchlings' daily rolls, instead of a D6 they get to roll 1D12. rolling a 1 means they died, but again - their survival rate is greatly increased.
