Roleplay

[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/1iLggdQ.png[/img][/center] [b]((If you have any questions feel free to ping me on the discussion thread. [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/1790264]*here*[/url] This is the Role Play thread. Keep your roleplay to the roleplay thread and your discussion and applications [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/1790264]here.[/url] The following is the same as the Sign Up/Discussion thread. If you are already signed up, don't worry about reading ALL of it.))[/b] Ares looked over the dragons surrounding him, this was his first time as a Head Gamemaker in the Flight Games, and so far he was enjoying it! He rumbled as he called out the names of the tributes below him. His dark scales shimmered in the sun as he watched the dragons put on their tracking anklets, and say their, probably last, goodbyes. The gods of their realm held the Flight Games, as to keep order between the Flights. The winning Flight received blessing from all of the gods, for the duration of their victory. He looked on as his stronger co-gamemakers shoved the hatchlings, warriors, and elders into metal cages. [b]"Only two of those dragons will ever survive this!"[/b] he muttered silently.[b] "Are there any volunteers!"[/b] his voice boomed through the land. [b]"Anyone who would like to take their place?"[/b] he looked over the dragons who were watching her. Gods and their nobles never participated in these kind of events! Oh no! Never! Only the nasty ground-dragons could, and they didn't have a choice whether or not they do. His pale blue eyes flicked from dragon to dragon, watching the emotions spread through their face when he called out kin. They took one female and one male, from each flight, every season. [b]"These are the tributes and Gamemakers for the Flight Games!"[/b] [b]Arcane[/b] [LIST] [*]M - Open [*]F - Open [/LIST] [b]Earth[/b] [LIST] [*]M - Open [*]F - Open [/LIST] [b]Fire[/b] [LIST] [*]M - Open [*]F - Open [/LIST] [b]Ice[/b] [LIST] [*]M - Open [*][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=6142606]Phrost[/url] played by @theWanderingOwl [/LIST] [b]Light[/b] [LIST] [*][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=8101749]Soul [/url]played by @Averis [*][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=20330177]Sora[/url] played by @Imani [/LIST] [b]Lightning[/b] [LIST] [*][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=7651712]Valoran[/url] played by @Knightwing [*][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=21488175]Flash[/url] played by @FlashFrost [/LIST] [b]Nature[/b] [LIST] [*][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=19209882]DeadPool[/url] played by @NekoTheKat [*][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=21654428]Rouge[/url] played by @NekoTheKat [/LIST] [b]Plague[/b] [LIST] [*][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=21688943]Torval[/url] played by @Poisontea [*][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=17348645]Zira[/url] played by @shadows1013 [/LIST] [b]Shadow[/b] [LIST] [*]M - Open [*]F - Open [/LIST] [b]Water[/b] [LIST] [*]M - Open [*]F - Open [/LIST] [b]Wind[/b] [LIST] [*]M - Open [*]F - Open [/LIST] [b]Gamemakers[/b] [LIST] [*][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=19991030]Ares[/url] played by @theWanderingOwl [*]Open - Ask me for specific applying instructions. [*]Open - Ask me for specific applying instructions. [/LIST] As the dragons walked forward, he noticed that they all had a dark stripe tattooed on their right arm. Each stripe carried the dragon, for when it was killed. He followed the dragons until they came to a large den, in the center there was a food pile. The tributes swarmed around the cave, eating hungrily. The guards came in shortly after, and pushed the dragons into the force-field surrounded arena. It was a thick forest, with tall trees. In the exact center was a column, around which all the supplies were kept, he remembered. They had, Limited stock of; Food (fish, meat, plants, insects) Bandages Armor Cloaks He watched again and whispered quietly [b]"May the odds be ever in your favor."[/b] [b]((If you run out of supplies, then you can NOT use that item any more, unless you take more from the column. Remember, if you take supplies, your dragon may be ambushed. Some dragons hang out there, and the guards may release beasts later. If you kill a tribute, you get all of their supplies, but remember, you either have to steal them from the another tribute, or kill the other tribute to get their supplies. The death must be agreed upon by the owner of the dragon. No godmodding or powerplaying. Keep within the rules of FR. "Godmodding and powerplaying typically refer to controlling other people's characters, which is a big no-no in most roleplays. While you can say your character charged someone else's character with the intent of knocking them down, you can't say that your character succeeded in knocking them down, as you did not give the other character's player a chance to react."))[/b] [quote=Link to the discussion/signup thread]http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/1790264[/quote] [quote=Pinglist]@theWanderingOwl (me), @NekoTheKat, @Poisontea, @Averis, @Knightwing, @Imani, @FlashFrost, @shadows1013[/quote] [size=5][b] LAST BUT NOT LEAST ---[/b] If you are talking to or about someone's dragon, please ping them! It would be appreciated if you ping me, or the entire pinglist, but please at least ping the owner of the dragon that you are speaking to/about.

Phrost stood alone on her platform, waiting to see any other dragons that might enter the games. The cool breeze nipped at her toes, pulling her back home. She cowered on her stand, hoping that she wouldn't be the only Ice dragon. She knew that the games wouldn't start without a second, but she feared that the Gamemakers might bend the rules - knowing that they've done it before.

@NekoTheKat

Phrost looked to see two dragons being lead to their pedestal. They both appeared to be from the Nature flight. "Humpf. How lucky are they, to come in a pair. They've at least got a chance to go home with their clanmate. I don't even have one", she growled to herself. Phrost squinted her eyes, looking to see which platform they were being taken to.

@NekoTheKat

Phrost clawed at the ground impatiently. She closed both pairs of eyes and rested her head on her arm. Her heart ached for her friend's safety. If she hadn't been chosen, they would have. Phrost didn't want that. It was a waiting game, now.

@Poisontea Ares glared at the black Imperial. What he wanted to do most would not be within his allowed power, so he just watched. He would make his life living torture during the games, though.

Phrost lifted her head, hearing approaching footsteps. She knew that if she were to make it out alive, none of the other dragons here would. This gave her enough motivation to try to ignore them all. She shouldn't be making friends with the dead.