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[center][size=7][font=Amatic SC]The Plaguebrought Era[/font][/size] [i]”She called herself the Plaguebringer, and so her plague has been brought. Not even she can control the mess that dragonkind has made, much to her delight.” - Unknown[/i] [sup]_________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] It seems dragonkind has made yet another mistake and now the entire world is suffering because of it. Dragons and beastclans have been fighting with the beastclans and each other for so long that new war weapons have been created. The latest and greatest technological advances have now turned into creations of devastation and chaos, specifically bio weapons. The one to bring the land to its knees was a virus created from the toxic substances in the bowels of the Wyrmwound and necromancy magic. A dragon named Lowlen Strifebringer was a scientist who was determined to become closer to the warlords that seethed and conspired behind closed curtains. In his quest for power and recognition he stumbled upon a tragic discovery and threw the world into a festering darkness of death and decay. Nobody knows what happened to the professor or his team, but we can safely say he met a terrible end. If not, well… haha, we have plenty of dragons who would happily wring his neck for him. If only he knew just how much damage he has caused… The Scarred Wastelands of the plague flight has risen to a more devastating size. The calamity of this event has spread beyond the scarred borders and into the other flights. Many clans have fallen, compromised in the wave of death that traveled by air, seas, and animal hosts. Most would expect them to stay there, littering the ground with pulsating and oozing filth, but a majority of these corpses have risen unexpectedly from the dead and are now spreading the disease even further. Pray that they do not find you or your loved ones… I wish you all the best of luck and hope that your death is peaceful and painless. [sup]_________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/center] …. [i]You enter the clearing, surrounded by logs and cut down trees and stones. The grass is pale and sickly, no longer soft and fluffy under your claws but now very clinging and mushy, like wet, over-saturated noodles. It’s an uncomfortable feeling, but that is the least of your worries. You turn your eyes to the tent in front of you. A dragon is inside with barely enough light to illuminate their form. Despite the silhouette, you know your dragons well enough to see she is a ridgeback, and not a happy one at that. The tent is littered with bottles of things you cannot recognize, but they don’t look friendly. The desks are full of papers and other objects needed for survival or communication. Compasses, telescopes, books, ink wells, quills, throwing blades, etc. All things you had a feeling you should not touch without permission. You glance back at the ridgeback as she shifts and turns to look at you momentarily. She grits her teeth in aggravation, bright green eyes landing on the group before curling up and glinting with frustration. She face palms with a groan.[/i] “Oh for the love of-” [i]she quickly catches herself before continuing on with that sentence in the presence of younger dragons. She sighs and turns around to glare at each of you. You can’t decide whether to shrink away or put on a confident face, so you're stuck where you stand and just bow away ever so little, just in case,[/i] “Welcome, cadets, to the land of the living, and as we like to call it, respectively, hell. You’re all rescues and are now here in the Curala campsite, [i]my[/i] campsite…. Now let’s get straight to the point. You are not here to slack off. No. If you want to survive you have to earn your keep and be worthy of living. If you aren’t strong or of use, you are better off dead. Be anything but useful and your life is forfeit. Got it?” [i]There is a sweep of silence.[/i] “Good,” [i]she remarks tartly,[/i] “Now that we are all on the same page, listen up meatbags! If you want to be alive, you have to give us your name and your abilities. This will help us keep track. Why you ask? So we can count how many we have… and how many we’ve lost. You will have to train hard if you want to earn your keep! It will be tough, it will be grueling, it will hurt a LOT. So if you don’t think you can handle a bit of a tussle, get out of my sight this instant! I don’t take good-for-nothings into my campsite. Now I have got kids at home, and I need you to help me take out the threat so they and so many others can have a normal life. Are you with me?” [i]The majority of the crowd nodded, a few hesitant before nodding vigorously. You consider your options and decide there are too few to choose from that we be better than this, and so you step up with the others, ready to show them you can earn your keep amongst their ranks. She scans the crowd and nods.[/i] “Good enough. I see a few of you that are going to make it. Go to the tent that reads ‘Registration’ on it. There you will meet my records keeper, Felip. He will have your forms and your ink ready to go so you can sign up and learn about the rules. He can help with any of your questions. If you need anything, contact me or Brambles. If anybody tries to get in your way or kick you out, tell them their leader, Acacia Arvida, will personally boot their tails into the next horde if they don’t want to follow my orders and play by the rules. If you can’t fight well enough to survive, go to Brambles. He’ll need all the hands he can get in cracking out a cure. Those who are brave enough can be test subjects or catch him some from the plentiful hordes around us. Now scram.” [i]With that she turns back to her desk to resume her work. The guards who had brought you in begin to escort you and the rest of your rescued group into the campsite that this ledge overlooks from above with a perfect few of the stone barricade surrounding the camp’s perimeter. You get the sense that you could do good here and that failure wasn’t an option anymore. You begin to decide on a path for your new future.[/i] [sup]_________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/center] [center]Welcome! Now that you know a bit more about what is happening, here are the rules and extra details that you should know about. NOTICE: This is a pilot and not the completed project. This is to see how many people want to join in and support the roleplay so that the rest of the roleplay can be completed. I intend to have a complete list of NPCs and areas to explore and interact with. I am planning events and the like. There will be waves, meaning that after each wave that is completed there will be a pause for characters to recoup and have a bit of chill time before the next attack. [size=5][b]Rules[/b][/size] 1) All FR guidelines and rules apply, especially rules revolving around gore and violence. 2) If you are a more descriptive person and want to include the fancy details when attacking or being hurt, instead of describing bloody, gorey scenes try and use more innocent words like “sticky red paste” or “scarlet stains” or “kool aid”. Be creative but in a way that it isn’t in someone’s face. It can be uncomfortable for some of us and making it too bold and brash can force one to think they have to envision such imagery. So be respectful to the rules and those around us. 3) No drama. If you really want to hash it out, take it to pms. Or better yet! Drop it completely. I do not want to see people starting up or bringing in drama onto this thread. This is not a thread for venting or a place to duke it out with another player. If I find this in the OOC chat I will report and try to have it taken down if I find it necessary. Those who do not comply when I ask them to quit their quarrels I will boot you from the roleplay entirely so you cannot participate in it or any events I may throw in. 4) Hate the character, not the player. If the character is rude to your character, that is not an attack against you, it’s just how that aggressive character is built to be. If you feel there is an actual and genuine attack against you and others and you believe that strongly, then I suggest you bring it up to me so I can ask the player to kindly stop or bring it up to someone working with FR to get that fixed for you. 5) Do not be over-powered! Nobody likes a mary sue! When fighting, remember to take some hits every now and then and remember to miss. Nobody is that perfect in battle or under pressure. And avoid Meta-gaming, which is the act of using information you know but your character wouldn’t know and having your character have that same information. If somebody’s dragon doesn’t give their name in speech but refers to their dragon by their name, your dragon should not know what their name is. If a dragon is being verbally attacked half across the camp from you and they continue to hide they are upset, your dragon should not automatically know they are hurting or who did it to them. Don’t do this. It can get really annoying and it just isn’t fair to others. 6) Kissing and cuddles are fine, ships are fine, vivid descriptions of 18+ content is not allowed. If you really want to have those kids, please do the fade to black technique. Thank you. 7) Fill out the character form and try to be as descriptive as possible if you do not have an image ready. If I do not approve your character or any other forms you have filled out in a day, then go ahead and roleplay without my permission to do so. I will let you know if anything needs to be changed so you can keep playing. 8) If you decide this rp is not for you, please delete all character and clan submissions for us so we aren’t confused. Thank you. 9) Lastly, HAVE FUN SOLDIERS! AND DON’T DIE! BEST OF LUCK MEATBAGS! [/center] [center][size=5][b]Character Sheet[/b][/size] (NPC interaction is still in development. You can find the growing NPC list on the OOC chats)[/center] [code]Character Sheet Name: Gender: Flight: Role: Personality: Appearance: Backstory (optional): Link to their bio (preferred if you have one for them): [/code] [center][size=5][b]Clan Alliance/Rival Application[/b][/size] Camps can be viewed in the OOC chat as of now. COMING SOON![/center] [code]Template: COMING SOON![/code] [center][size=5][b]Infected Areas/Map[/b][/size] At the moment you can be anywhere on the map. Just know that until more camps have been set up it is recommended you start in the Windswept Plateau. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2914468#post_2914468]Plaguebrought World Status Thread[/url] (Just remember not to type in there unless I ask you to otherwise). [sup]_________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] I believe that is all for now! I apologize for the long read. ^^; Here are the links to the OOC chats. I will be posting the time, weather, the current wave and its status, and any events that take part in this roleplay. There you can apply characters. [size=4][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2907004#post_2907004]OOC chat![/url][/size] [size=4][emoji=hourglass size=1][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2914468#post_2914468]World Clock[/url][emoji=hourglass size=1][/size] NOW KEEP IN MIND THAT THIS IS A PILOT ROLEPLAY. It only grows if the number of participators grows, so make sure to invite all your friends! If you need help starting out I will be available to help give you a starter. All of my dragons in my lair will be open for roleplay. (I'll find a place to put the main ones.)[/center]
The Plaguebrought Era
”She called herself the Plaguebringer, and so her plague has been brought. Not even she can control the mess that dragonkind has made, much to her delight.”
- Unknown

_________________________________________________________________________________

It seems dragonkind has made yet another mistake and now the entire world is suffering because of it. Dragons and beastclans have been fighting with the beastclans and each other for so long that new war weapons have been created. The latest and greatest technological advances have now turned into creations of devastation and chaos, specifically bio weapons. The one to bring the land to its knees was a virus created from the toxic substances in the bowels of the Wyrmwound and necromancy magic. A dragon named Lowlen Strifebringer was a scientist who was determined to become closer to the warlords that seethed and conspired behind closed curtains. In his quest for power and recognition he stumbled upon a tragic discovery and threw the world into a festering darkness of death and decay. Nobody knows what happened to the professor or his team, but we can safely say he met a terrible end. If not, well… haha, we have plenty of dragons who would happily wring his neck for him. If only he knew just how much damage he has caused…
The Scarred Wastelands of the plague flight has risen to a more devastating size. The calamity of this event has spread beyond the scarred borders and into the other flights. Many clans have fallen, compromised in the wave of death that traveled by air, seas, and animal hosts. Most would expect them to stay there, littering the ground with pulsating and oozing filth, but a majority of these corpses have risen unexpectedly from the dead and are now spreading the disease even further. Pray that they do not find you or your loved ones… I wish you all the best of luck and hope that your death is peaceful and painless.
_________________________________________________________________________________

….

You enter the clearing, surrounded by logs and cut down trees and stones. The grass is pale and sickly, no longer soft and fluffy under your claws but now very clinging and mushy, like wet, over-saturated noodles. It’s an uncomfortable feeling, but that is the least of your worries. You turn your eyes to the tent in front of you. A dragon is inside with barely enough light to illuminate their form. Despite the silhouette, you know your dragons well enough to see she is a ridgeback, and not a happy one at that. The tent is littered with bottles of things you cannot recognize, but they don’t look friendly. The desks are full of papers and other objects needed for survival or communication. Compasses, telescopes, books, ink wells, quills, throwing blades, etc. All things you had a feeling you should not touch without permission. You glance back at the ridgeback as she shifts and turns to look at you momentarily. She grits her teeth in aggravation, bright green eyes landing on the group before curling up and glinting with frustration. She face palms with a groan.

“Oh for the love of-” she quickly catches herself before continuing on with that sentence in the presence of younger dragons. She sighs and turns around to glare at each of you. You can’t decide whether to shrink away or put on a confident face, so you're stuck where you stand and just bow away ever so little, just in case, “Welcome, cadets, to the land of the living, and as we like to call it, respectively, hell. You’re all rescues and are now here in the Curala campsite, my campsite…. Now let’s get straight to the point. You are not here to slack off. No. If you want to survive you have to earn your keep and be worthy of living. If you aren’t strong or of use, you are better off dead. Be anything but useful and your life is forfeit. Got it?”

There is a sweep of silence.

“Good,” she remarks tartly, “Now that we are all on the same page, listen up meatbags! If you want to be alive, you have to give us your name and your abilities. This will help us keep track. Why you ask? So we can count how many we have… and how many we’ve lost. You will have to train hard if you want to earn your keep! It will be tough, it will be grueling, it will hurt a LOT. So if you don’t think you can handle a bit of a tussle, get out of my sight this instant! I don’t take good-for-nothings into my campsite. Now I have got kids at home, and I need you to help me take out the threat so they and so many others can have a normal life. Are you with me?”

The majority of the crowd nodded, a few hesitant before nodding vigorously. You consider your options and decide there are too few to choose from that we be better than this, and so you step up with the others, ready to show them you can earn your keep amongst their ranks. She scans the crowd and nods.

“Good enough. I see a few of you that are going to make it. Go to the tent that reads ‘Registration’ on it. There you will meet my records keeper, Felip. He will have your forms and your ink ready to go so you can sign up and learn about the rules. He can help with any of your questions. If you need anything, contact me or Brambles. If anybody tries to get in your way or kick you out, tell them their leader, Acacia Arvida, will personally boot their tails into the next horde if they don’t want to follow my orders and play by the rules. If you can’t fight well enough to survive, go to Brambles. He’ll need all the hands he can get in cracking out a cure. Those who are brave enough can be test subjects or catch him some from the plentiful hordes around us. Now scram.”

With that she turns back to her desk to resume her work. The guards who had brought you in begin to escort you and the rest of your rescued group into the campsite that this ledge overlooks from above with a perfect few of the stone barricade surrounding the camp’s perimeter. You get the sense that you could do good here and that failure wasn’t an option anymore. You begin to decide on a path for your new future.

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Welcome! Now that you know a bit more about what is happening, here are the rules and extra details that you should know about.
NOTICE: This is a pilot and not the completed project. This is to see how many people want to join in and support the roleplay so that the rest of the roleplay can be completed. I intend to have a complete list of NPCs and areas to explore and interact with. I am planning events and the like. There will be waves, meaning that after each wave that is completed there will be a pause for characters to recoup and have a bit of chill time before the next attack.

Rules
1) All FR guidelines and rules apply, especially rules revolving around gore and violence.
2) If you are a more descriptive person and want to include the fancy details when attacking or being hurt, instead of describing bloody, gorey scenes try and use more innocent words like “sticky red paste” or “scarlet stains” or “kool aid”. Be creative but in a way that it isn’t in someone’s face. It can be uncomfortable for some of us and making it too bold and brash can force one to think they have to envision such imagery. So be respectful to the rules and those around us.
3) No drama. If you really want to hash it out, take it to pms. Or better yet! Drop it completely. I do not want to see people starting up or bringing in drama onto this thread. This is not a thread for venting or a place to duke it out with another player. If I find this in the OOC chat I will report and try to have it taken down if I find it necessary. Those who do not comply when I ask them to quit their quarrels I will boot you from the roleplay entirely so you cannot participate in it or any events I may throw in.
4) Hate the character, not the player. If the character is rude to your character, that is not an attack against you, it’s just how that aggressive character is built to be. If you feel there is an actual and genuine attack against you and others and you believe that strongly, then I suggest you bring it up to me so I can ask the player to kindly stop or bring it up to someone working with FR to get that fixed for you.
5) Do not be over-powered! Nobody likes a mary sue! When fighting, remember to take some hits every now and then and remember to miss. Nobody is that perfect in battle or under pressure. And avoid Meta-gaming, which is the act of using information you know but your character wouldn’t know and having your character have that same information. If somebody’s dragon doesn’t give their name in speech but refers to their dragon by their name, your dragon should not know what their name is. If a dragon is being verbally attacked half across the camp from you and they continue to hide they are upset, your dragon should not automatically know they are hurting or who did it to them. Don’t do this. It can get really annoying and it just isn’t fair to others.
6) Kissing and cuddles are fine, ships are fine, vivid descriptions of 18+ content is not allowed. If you really want to have those kids, please do the fade to black technique. Thank you.
7) Fill out the character form and try to be as descriptive as possible if you do not have an image ready. If I do not approve your character or any other forms you have filled out in a day, then go ahead and roleplay without my permission to do so. I will let you know if anything needs to be changed so you can keep playing.
8) If you decide this rp is not for you, please delete all character and clan submissions for us so we aren’t confused. Thank you.
9) Lastly, HAVE FUN SOLDIERS! AND DON’T DIE! BEST OF LUCK MEATBAGS!
Character Sheet
(NPC interaction is still in development. You can find the growing NPC list on the OOC chats)
Code:
Character Sheet Name: Gender: Flight: Role: Personality: Appearance: Backstory (optional): Link to their bio (preferred if you have one for them):

Clan Alliance/Rival Application
Camps can be viewed in the OOC chat as of now.
COMING SOON!
Code:
Template: COMING SOON!
Infected Areas/Map
At the moment you can be anywhere on the map. Just know that until more camps have been set up it is recommended you start in the Windswept Plateau.
Plaguebrought World Status Thread (Just remember not to type in there unless I ask you to otherwise).
_________________________________________________________________________________

I believe that is all for now! I apologize for the long read. ^^;

Here are the links to the OOC chats. I will be posting the time, weather, the current wave and its status, and any events that take part in this roleplay. There you can apply characters.

OOC chat!

World Clock

NOW KEEP IN MIND THAT THIS IS A PILOT ROLEPLAY. It only grows if the number of participators grows, so make sure to invite all your friends!

If you need help starting out I will be available to help give you a starter. All of my dragons in my lair will be open for roleplay. (I'll find a place to put the main ones.)
She/her Asexual Sagitarius Artist, Roleplayer, Writer PST timezone Unscheduled T.E.A. Parties
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And So The Story Begins......

The winds blew with a chill to their invisible forms, passing through the bamboo and making the clink and rustle, like haunted skeletal wind chimes. The breeze was cool and smooth, soft to the touch and so friendly, but the smell it carried along with it was not as inviting. The faint smell of approaching, creeping rot clung onto the wind like barnacles on the side of a great blue whale, as if the virus was trying to rip them from the sky and take the wind down with it. Aside from the haunted chimes of the waving bamboo and the faint, low moan of the breeze through the cliffs, it was eerily silent. The pause before the blast was always a chilling experience for the soldiers within the walls of Camp Curala. Dragons were advised to stay within the walls and avoid touching the ground outside the stone defenses, for that was where the bodies were littered, rotting away with arrows stuck in their sides. It wasn't a pretty sight, but it was much more reassuring then live ones, for sure.

Dragons moved about the camp while the guards and cadets sharpened their weaponry and polished their fire arms or trained on the grounds behind the wall of barricade and stone. More tents were being set up in advance for the present and future rescues, only a few dragons working on setting them up. Entire families from all sorts of flights began to cluster into tents and settle in as best and as comfortably as they could. Nurses were rushing about in the medical tents, trying to tend to the wounded and assist the doctor in his hunt for the cure. The lines for the sign up were once again full of rescues and future contributing members of the Curala Campsite.

The new batch of rescues were free to look about the camp and get a lay of the land. As long as they stayed within the walls, they would be safe and sound, well cared for and looked after. Some may be looking for a role to partake in, while others may just sit about or do occasional volunteer work where ever they could. It was all up to them to decide what to do with their time here. It seemed they would be here for a while.
And So The Story Begins......

The winds blew with a chill to their invisible forms, passing through the bamboo and making the clink and rustle, like haunted skeletal wind chimes. The breeze was cool and smooth, soft to the touch and so friendly, but the smell it carried along with it was not as inviting. The faint smell of approaching, creeping rot clung onto the wind like barnacles on the side of a great blue whale, as if the virus was trying to rip them from the sky and take the wind down with it. Aside from the haunted chimes of the waving bamboo and the faint, low moan of the breeze through the cliffs, it was eerily silent. The pause before the blast was always a chilling experience for the soldiers within the walls of Camp Curala. Dragons were advised to stay within the walls and avoid touching the ground outside the stone defenses, for that was where the bodies were littered, rotting away with arrows stuck in their sides. It wasn't a pretty sight, but it was much more reassuring then live ones, for sure.

Dragons moved about the camp while the guards and cadets sharpened their weaponry and polished their fire arms or trained on the grounds behind the wall of barricade and stone. More tents were being set up in advance for the present and future rescues, only a few dragons working on setting them up. Entire families from all sorts of flights began to cluster into tents and settle in as best and as comfortably as they could. Nurses were rushing about in the medical tents, trying to tend to the wounded and assist the doctor in his hunt for the cure. The lines for the sign up were once again full of rescues and future contributing members of the Curala Campsite.

The new batch of rescues were free to look about the camp and get a lay of the land. As long as they stayed within the walls, they would be safe and sound, well cared for and looked after. Some may be looking for a role to partake in, while others may just sit about or do occasional volunteer work where ever they could. It was all up to them to decide what to do with their time here. It seemed they would be here for a while.
She/her Asexual Sagitarius Artist, Roleplayer, Writer PST timezone Unscheduled T.E.A. Parties
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[columns][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/453664/45366381p.png[/img][nextcol][size=7][font=papyrus][color=blue]MERLIN[/size][/font][/columns] On the middle platform of camp, there was a blue pearlcatcher cloaked in golden and tan, his head shrouded by a cover he wore, yet not with the intent to conceal his face. He was leaning back on his haunches, bells and potions tinkling as he shifted about, looking around at those surrounding him. He was silent save for his items, yet not still, his talons itching to do something even while he was given a chance to take a break. It wasn't often that he was given such a time; there were always things to do around camp, even if it wasn't related to his job as a nurse. He hated sitting still when he could easily see his companions working, carrying gear about the camp. He wanted to see if there were any items to brew a potion with, or herbs to create a poultice. There was always a need for more medical supplies with all the things that could hurt you out there. He made a low rumbling sound in the back of his throat, forcing himself to shift down onto his stomach, sitting much like a cat, his front talons clasped around his pearl. If he was going to be given time to rest, he should take advantage of it, and actually get some rest. If only he knew how to make a potion that would help you sleep... ----- [columns][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/462353/46235255p.png[/img][nextcol][size=7][font=papyrus][color=gold]LUCCIO[/size][/font][/columns] On the other side of the middle platform lounged a golden skydancer, who was laying mostly on his back without a care in the world. His maw parted in a wide yawn, his front talons moving over his head as he arched his back and yawned, wings splayed out for quite a distance by his sides. Luccio was quite content with his position, not doing anything and just laying about. After all, as a rescue, he was only expected to do so much, not being part of the dragons that lived in the camp. He supposed he could always haul his lazy tail up and get something done, maybe offer to carry something for someone, but that was no fun. He'd much rather just go back to sleep. Some dragon stepped on his tail as they walked by, causing him to squawk indignantly and roll over a bit, masked head shooting up as he searched for the perpetrator. He couldn't tell which dragon was rude enough to not care about personal space, so he huffed and dropped his head back down, closing his eyes.
45366381p.png MERLIN

On the middle platform of camp, there was a blue pearlcatcher cloaked in golden and tan, his head shrouded by a cover he wore, yet not with the intent to conceal his face. He was leaning back on his haunches, bells and potions tinkling as he shifted about, looking around at those surrounding him. He was silent save for his items, yet not still, his talons itching to do something even while he was given a chance to take a break. It wasn't often that he was given such a time; there were always things to do around camp, even if it wasn't related to his job as a nurse. He hated sitting still when he could easily see his companions working, carrying gear about the camp. He wanted to see if there were any items to brew a potion with, or herbs to create a poultice. There was always a need for more medical supplies with all the things that could hurt you out there.

He made a low rumbling sound in the back of his throat, forcing himself to shift down onto his stomach, sitting much like a cat, his front talons clasped around his pearl. If he was going to be given time to rest, he should take advantage of it, and actually get some rest.

If only he knew how to make a potion that would help you sleep...

46235255p.png LUCCIO

On the other side of the middle platform lounged a golden skydancer, who was laying mostly on his back without a care in the world. His maw parted in a wide yawn, his front talons moving over his head as he arched his back and yawned, wings splayed out for quite a distance by his sides. Luccio was quite content with his position, not doing anything and just laying about. After all, as a rescue, he was only expected to do so much, not being part of the dragons that lived in the camp. He supposed he could always haul his lazy tail up and get something done, maybe offer to carry something for someone, but that was no fun. He'd much rather just go back to sleep.

Some dragon stepped on his tail as they walked by, causing him to squawk indignantly and roll over a bit, masked head shooting up as he searched for the perpetrator. He couldn't tell which dragon was rude enough to not care about personal space, so he huffed and dropped his head back down, closing his eyes.
kry nevermore
he/they
just your local cryptid.
[center][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=62888946&skin=16222&apparel=769,26279,21280,21272,30816,5160&xt=dressing.png[/img][/center] Tala moved softly, but swiftly over to the signup. Her movements were sleek, graceful. Cat-like. But she was careful to not move like a predator. She was always careful. She kept her eyes downcast. Their swirling void like depths set dragons on edge. She could only hope that her long, tangled hair would help hide them. The emotions here, dread, fear, and even a little bit of happiness were like a feast to her. She was careful not to consume too much. The last thing she needed was dragons around her stumbling like they were drugged with dazed looks on their faces.
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Tala moved softly, but swiftly over to the signup. Her movements were sleek, graceful. Cat-like. But she was careful to not move like a predator. She was always careful. She kept her eyes downcast. Their swirling void like depths set dragons on edge. She could only hope that her long, tangled hair would help hide them. The emotions here, dread, fear, and even a little bit of happiness were like a feast to her. She was careful not to consume too much. The last thing she needed was dragons around her stumbling like they were drugged with dazed looks on their faces.
Calypso-sig.png... ~ Call me Sky
~ She/her
~ Gryffindor
~ I only sub RPs
~ Bisexual
~ FR +3
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Sagebreeze was very much alert at all of the new dragons around him. The ridgeback's words were still very sharp in his mind. He kept his right back leg close to his body, as he had injured himself three days ago from scraping it against a stone. He stood near the area of the signup, tail curled up, and slightly shivering from the panic still racing in his mind. What will I do now?

Sable was adjusting her spear to prepare for battle training. The wind was cold, but she had long gotten used to it as well as the smell. She glanced at the new arrivals, a mixture of pity but relief in her mind. They'll be safe here, and soon I'll be able to protect them.
Sagebreeze was very much alert at all of the new dragons around him. The ridgeback's words were still very sharp in his mind. He kept his right back leg close to his body, as he had injured himself three days ago from scraping it against a stone. He stood near the area of the signup, tail curled up, and slightly shivering from the panic still racing in his mind. What will I do now?

Sable was adjusting her spear to prepare for battle training. The wind was cold, but she had long gotten used to it as well as the smell. She glanced at the new arrivals, a mixture of pity but relief in her mind. They'll be safe here, and soon I'll be able to protect them.
BEARS OBELISK RAFFLE
[quote=Felip][center] Current Location: Sign ups Role: Records Keeper and Employer ~~~ The little male fae's hand scribbled at what seemed to be the speed of light. His timid and skittish demeanor drowned out by the rapid scratching sounds of his quill and the questions asked to each of the recruits. The line went... rather quickly for sign ups. Instead of waiting for the line the line was waiting for you, forcing you to keep up with it to keep your place. Although I highly doubt any dragon would complain about not having to wait. The Fae looked up at Tala who had arrived first before many. "H-Hello! Name, gender, flight and role please!" he said. His quill was already squiggling away before she could even answer and without lowering his gaze, jotting down physical features he could already see before him. Did he even breathe in between? [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/scry?sdid=970881&skin=0&apparel=6267,909,1966,1871,1094&xt=dressing.png[/img][/center][/quote] [quote=Brambles][center] Location: Curala Camp Role: Doctor, Potion Brewery ~~~ "BAH! GET! GET! GET! [b]G E T ![/b] Stupid insects! You carry so much filth and infect my patients. Disgusting beasts!" The displeased Bogsneak stumbled out of his tent and began to storm off into the camp. Despite having the need to stay in the tent and work, there was some time that he needed to take off to clear his head. He began to roam the campsite and headed towards the Sign ups. He kept glancing around at all the dragons, looking for wounds, injuries, infections that needed to be treated right away. Any scratch or bruise was a vulnerability to more than just the victim, but to everyone in the camp. The spread of the virus was ruthless, and so he his medicine had to follow suit in order to combat it. His nose kept a look out for the scent of blood in case someone was in need. As he passed by the sign ups he glanced around at the dragons there, pausing for a second. He turned to the imperial in the corner with his leg tucked to his side. He inhaled and exhaled before approaching Sagebreeze. [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/scry?sdid=968202&skin=0&apparel=10963,16236,1547,12190,21854&xt=dressing.png[/img][/center][/quote] [quote=Acacia][center] Location: Role: Leader, Hunter ~~~ Acacia twirled her spear as she picked it up before securing it to her back. The vines sprouting from her back wiggled into a holder for the long pole of death as she headed to the training grounds to review the cadets techniques and how well they've learned. Between paper work and training cadets, she was a busy gal. She needed to find a professional trainer soon, one that was capable, if not more than her. She huffed and brushed that thought off, not looking forward to that search and paper heap. She went to the cliff just above the training grounds and peered down at the cadets prepping for their session. [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/scry?sdid=968199&skin=0&apparel=23288,690,12268,33816,1704,1553,452,951,949,18800,319,21849,21848&xt=dressing.png[/img][/center][/quote]
Felip wrote:
Current Location: Sign ups
Role: Records Keeper and Employer
~~~
The little male fae's hand scribbled at what seemed to be the speed of light. His timid and skittish demeanor drowned out by the rapid scratching sounds of his quill and the questions asked to each of the recruits. The line went... rather quickly for sign ups. Instead of waiting for the line the line was waiting for you, forcing you to keep up with it to keep your place. Although I highly doubt any dragon would complain about not having to wait.
The Fae looked up at Tala who had arrived first before many.
"H-Hello! Name, gender, flight and role please!" he said. His quill was already squiggling away before she could even answer and without lowering his gaze, jotting down physical features he could already see before him. Did he even breathe in between?
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Brambles wrote:
Location: Curala Camp
Role: Doctor, Potion Brewery
~~~

"BAH! GET! GET! GET! G E T ! Stupid insects! You carry so much filth and infect my patients. Disgusting beasts!"
The displeased Bogsneak stumbled out of his tent and began to storm off into the camp. Despite having the need to stay in the tent and work, there was some time that he needed to take off to clear his head. He began to roam the campsite and headed towards the Sign ups. He kept glancing around at all the dragons, looking for wounds, injuries, infections that needed to be treated right away. Any scratch or bruise was a vulnerability to more than just the victim, but to everyone in the camp. The spread of the virus was ruthless, and so he his medicine had to follow suit in order to combat it. His nose kept a look out for the scent of blood in case someone was in need.
As he passed by the sign ups he glanced around at the dragons there, pausing for a second. He turned to the imperial in the corner with his leg tucked to his side. He inhaled and exhaled before approaching Sagebreeze.
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Acacia wrote:
Location:
Role: Leader, Hunter
~~~

Acacia twirled her spear as she picked it up before securing it to her back. The vines sprouting from her back wiggled into a holder for the long pole of death as she headed to the training grounds to review the cadets techniques and how well they've learned. Between paper work and training cadets, she was a busy gal. She needed to find a professional trainer soon, one that was capable, if not more than her. She huffed and brushed that thought off, not looking forward to that search and paper heap. She went to the cliff just above the training grounds and peered down at the cadets prepping for their session.
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She/her Asexual Sagitarius Artist, Roleplayer, Writer PST timezone Unscheduled T.E.A. Parties
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Tala kept her eyes trained on the ground. "Tala, Nature, healer." She said softly. It was soft enough that you could barely make out what her voice sounded like. That way there was no danger of someone hearing her real voice. Her hair had been blown out of her face by a wayward breeze, and to put it back into place would raise some questions. Her eyes were on full display if the fae looked up. Dont look up... Don't look up.
Tala kept her eyes trained on the ground. "Tala, Nature, healer." She said softly. It was soft enough that you could barely make out what her voice sounded like. That way there was no danger of someone hearing her real voice. Her hair had been blown out of her face by a wayward breeze, and to put it back into place would raise some questions. Her eyes were on full display if the fae looked up. Dont look up... Don't look up.
Calypso-sig.png... ~ Call me Sky
~ She/her
~ Gryffindor
~ I only sub RPs
~ Bisexual
~ FR +3
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[quote=Felip][center] Location: Role: Records keeper and Employer ~~~ The record keeper's fans flapped and curled towards her in order to amplify how much of her voice he could hear since it was so soft and muddled. he glanced at how her eyes looked and quickly jotted that down along with the rest of the information. Special eye types got jotted down because they had a correlation with strong magics that could be useful to the camp if they so desired to try and help. "Beautiful eyes there miss... and you are all signed up!" he said, looking down at his desk finally to file away the information and pull out a few things. He ripped something and handed her the slip of paper and a few other things. One of those things was a leather pouch small enough to wear around your neck but big enough to hold a decent amount of cargo. "Here's your medicine pouch and your slip saying you are a nurse! J-Just show that to Brambles Bushrington and h-he will set you up with what you need. Your tent will be amongst the other nurses near the medical tent. The medical tent is the big green one with the red crosses on the sides. You can't miss it. G-Good luck doc," he said with a small smile. [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/scry?sdid=970881&skin=0&apparel=6267,909,1966,1871,1094&xt=dressing.png[/img][/center][/quote]
Felip wrote:
Location:
Role: Records keeper and Employer
~~~

The record keeper's fans flapped and curled towards her in order to amplify how much of her voice he could hear since it was so soft and muddled. he glanced at how her eyes looked and quickly jotted that down along with the rest of the information. Special eye types got jotted down because they had a correlation with strong magics that could be useful to the camp if they so desired to try and help.
"Beautiful eyes there miss... and you are all signed up!" he said, looking down at his desk finally to file away the information and pull out a few things. He ripped something and handed her the slip of paper and a few other things. One of those things was a leather pouch small enough to wear around your neck but big enough to hold a decent amount of cargo.
"Here's your medicine pouch and your slip saying you are a nurse! J-Just show that to Brambles Bushrington and h-he will set you up with what you need. Your tent will be amongst the other nurses near the medical tent. The medical tent is the big green one with the red crosses on the sides. You can't miss it. G-Good luck doc," he said with a small smile.
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She/her Asexual Sagitarius Artist, Roleplayer, Writer PST timezone Unscheduled T.E.A. Parties
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Tala gave the fae a small, fake smile. Even though she hadn't bared her teeth, when her lips shifter, the glistening tips of sharp fangs poked through. Something that didn't seem right on a skydancer. She wondered how he wasn't disturbed by her eyes. Where there should have been nature green, there was only a black void that seemed to swirl and suck all the light and color from the space around her. Eyes that gave dragons a distinct sense that something was very, very wrong with her.

She turned quickly and padded over to the medical tent to look for this 'Brambles Brushington'. She resisted the urge to smirk. Everything was going well.
Tala gave the fae a small, fake smile. Even though she hadn't bared her teeth, when her lips shifter, the glistening tips of sharp fangs poked through. Something that didn't seem right on a skydancer. She wondered how he wasn't disturbed by her eyes. Where there should have been nature green, there was only a black void that seemed to swirl and suck all the light and color from the space around her. Eyes that gave dragons a distinct sense that something was very, very wrong with her.

She turned quickly and padded over to the medical tent to look for this 'Brambles Brushington'. She resisted the urge to smirk. Everything was going well.
Calypso-sig.png... ~ Call me Sky
~ She/her
~ Gryffindor
~ I only sub RPs
~ Bisexual
~ FR +3
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[columns][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/453664/45366381p.png[/img][nextcol][size=7][font=papyrus][color=blue]MERLIN[/font][/size][/columns] Watching the Sign-up, where Felip had been talking with an odd Skydancer, Merlin tilted his head, watching the nervous Fae and the Skydancer. He found the new figure intriguing, but he couldn't hear what they were saying from his position on the platform. Eventually his curiosity got the better of him, and he rose to his feet, stretching out his legs for a moment before dashing after the Skydancer. "Pardon me. I haven't seen you around before."
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Watching the Sign-up, where Felip had been talking with an odd Skydancer, Merlin tilted his head, watching the nervous Fae and the Skydancer. He found the new figure intriguing, but he couldn't hear what they were saying from his position on the platform. Eventually his curiosity got the better of him, and he rose to his feet, stretching out his legs for a moment before dashing after the Skydancer.

"Pardon me. I haven't seen you around before."
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