Roleplay

hello!! im looking to run a lil rp event hosted at my lair involving an athletics carnival themed around parent-child cooperative competitions. ive never run a thing like this before, but i have some experienced rpers on board who im sure will be great fun to play off of, and ill give it my all!

im assuming a relatively light playful tone, but competitive and with some antagonistic individuals from my clan to play off of to provide some stakes. im picturing 2-4 characters, for pairs and small family groups, per player!

any expressions of interest, questions, and/or tips are appreciated ^u^

I'll join. I'm thinking probably... Shenya, Lolek, Areta and Helios if that's ok.

@Chilligoose thats absolutely fine! me and some other players involved are discussing things in a lil discord server, would you be interested in joining? im planning to try and get this started at the end of the week, so before then is the best time to express preferences and whatnot. if you dont wanna join the discord though, on FR is fine too! either way ill ping you when we start :)

Y'arr, Nishjin an' Antimony be me crew's competitors, savvy

Lookin' forward te seein' ye at thar festival! b3

@DroseraCat
Discord will defo work for me

I will join with Ezcyar and Zishyry as the parents who are going to bring their daughter Kiy and probably also their 'adopted son' Cear.

@Chilligoose if you send a discord friend request to cookiewyvern I can add you to the group chat

Friend request sent

[center][i]The Droseran Domain Presents: [b]THE GREAT FAMILY FETE[/b] Come one, come all! Bare witness and compete! Does YOUR family have what it takes to come out on top?[/i][/center] The flyer tucked neatly within the envelope you received is garish and gaudy, drawn up with vibrant yellow, faded green, and pallid red inks. Stock phrases meant to entice litter the message, but the exact nature of the competition it seeks to draw attention to are muddled. Turning it over reveals a plainer translation. [center][i]We dragons of the Droseran Domain are proud to be opening up slots for our Great Family Fete to those beyond our small town's borders! This event has raised community spirits through the power of healthy competition since its inception. We're happy to extend the arm of friendship to any clans determined enough to make the trip and join us in our celebration! What can YOUR FAMILY look forward to at our Great Family Fete? CHALLENGING GAMES PREMIUM ACCOMADATION FREE COMMUNAL DINNERS FACE PAINTING and SO MUCH MORE! Those looking to attempt the trials of body, brains, and most importantly bonds, must fill out the form included in this envelope and return to sender to await approval of entry.[/i][/center] Indeed, the form in question is included, alongside a simplistic lino print map. The deep green ink is somewhat smudged, but it's still readable. It's not far from the Viridian Labyrinth's west coast- you'll surely see the Pox Consulate before you're too far off. Once you're accepted, well, why not? [center]~~~[/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/o2OlgCP.png[/img][/center] [center]~~~[/center] It is a windy spring day in the Droseran Domain, as so many spring days are. You stand at the outskirts of this small town that bid you come and compete in the local games. You were spotted on the approach by a Boundary Guard, but upon identifying yourself were simply nodded in and directed further along the rim to the site you now find yourself in front of. Outpost 7 looms large and disparate, a building of wood and stone painted in pale pinks and whites. The sections for breeds of different sizes built off one another, and especially the mismatched windows, make the whole thing not dissimilar in shape to a wasp's nest. And again, like a wasp's nest, your approach triggers a sudden burst of noise and energy. “DAD! DAD, THE GUEST'S HAVE ARRIVED!!” The call comes from high up, either a top floor window or perhaps from the roof, but you don't see the dragon from whom the call sounded. Rather, you hear a clatter and various muffled shouts from within going down, down, further down, and closer- until a front door flies open and out erupts a harried looking gaoler, his fur not dissimilar in colour to the hotel from whence he came. “Ah- h- hello!” He seems enthused to see you, if rather out of breath. He steels himself, inhaling deeply and trying to smooth his fur with his horns and vestigal wings. “My name is [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/94110579]Istian[/url], I'm the proprieter of this [i]fine [/i]establishment! Please, come in, make yourself at home- my daughters will take any luggage to your rooms. Girls?” Two more gaolers and a banescale appear diligently in a row when called for, bowing respectfully, all smiles. “I'll have you checked in at once. Tell me, what are your names?”

The Captain, dragging Antimony behind him, pushes rudely to the front of the crowd. He seemed all too eager to begin the festivities, the antithesis of his daughter, whose colorful mask hid her embarrassment at being unceremoniously pulled through the bystanders nearby. Nishjin's booming pirate dialect began as soon as Istian finished speaking.

"Aye, me name be Nishjin, an' this 'ere's me daugh'er Antimony. 'N'I'd be much 'bliged fer one o' yer best roums, 'fter such a voyage gettin' 'ere!"

Indeed, after crossing the entirety of the Tidelord's domain, they'd also passed through the shadow realms to get here. Although Antimony wouldn't say much about it, she was tired as well, and wondered if her father's brash act would actually be useful for once. A good room would be nice...

When [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/101921508]Zyr[/url], the clan's personal messenger, received the invitation from Droseran's clan, he initially wanted to hide it from Zishyry, knowing that she'd likely want to compete and worrying this won't end well and only reflect badly on their clan. But when he let [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/101913453]Rezyaz[/url], one of the clan leader's, know about the invitation, Rezyaz did not want to participate himself and there is only a single other pair of parents at the lair, so with a quiet sigh, the choice was made. [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/101263431][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/1012635/101263431_350.png[/img][/url][/center] Zishyry is an artistic whirlwind of a dragon, finding random passions around every corner and starting way too many projects, only for most of them ending up as half finished pieces littering the lair. She has a very laid back parenting style, believing it's best to let the young find their boundaries themselves. [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/102130729][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/1021308/102130729_350.png[/img][/url][/center] Her only daughter Kiy grew up with a bit of a difficult –even cruel– side to her. Her enjoyment for toying with her food made the clan put her on 'pest control' duty, keeping critters, scavengers, and insects off their hoard and food reserves, which she does with an almost sadistic joy. [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/100879462][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/1008795/100879462_350.png[/img][/url][/center] Kiy's father Ezcyar studied magic before he joined the lair and is still loosely engaged with it whenever he finds the time, but his main focus has now become his family. He does not necessarily agree with his mate's parenting style, but lacks the ability to assert himself to do anything about it. [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/102262231][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/1022623/102262231_350.png[/img][/url][/center] Also with them is their recently adopted son Cear, who hatched as the offspring of wild, clan-less dragons and has quickly become a treasured family member for Ezycar specifically, and a very good friend to Kiy – which unfortunately means that some of her mean and mischievous tendencies rubbed off on him. [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/TwJ8451m/Ropedivider550.png[/img][/center] As the three of them enter Drosera's clan grounds and approach Istian's tavern, Zishyry is eagerly taking the initiative to speak for the whole family. Her daughter Kiy close by her side looking somewhat disinterested as she pays more attention to the surroundings and other competitors than to the tavern keeper and the conversation itself. [b]Zishyry:[/b] "Istian. Hello, nice to meet you. I am Zishyry and this is my daughter Kiy. We're here to compete –and win– in the Great Family Fete. You should have received our application I trust? You two, get over here!" She beckons her mate and Cear over with her wing. Ezcyar greets the Gaoler with a little bow of his head while Cear just remains quiet and rather expressionless. [b]Zishyry:[/b] "These are my mate Ezcyar and our foster child Cear. They're mainly here for support." [b]Ezcyar:[/b] "I'll happily compete as well if some of the activities require both parents to participate." Ezcyar's main concern is to hopefully keep Zishyry and Kiy under control. He knows his little family and how [i]passionate[/i] they can be. He brought Cear along primarily to not leave him back at the lair without the rest of his family and because Kiy really wanted him to join, though he does feel a little out of place. Since Cear isn't blood related, Ezcyar wasn't sure if he'd even be allowed to compete, and he definitely does not want himself and Cear to become an opponent of Zishyry's; so he'll happily watch from the sidelines and offer moral support instead. [b]Zishyry:[/b] "Ah, perfect, perfect. Here if you would, darlings." Zishyry hands the Gaoler and Banescale girls their personal belongings, various art supplies and magical objects from both herself and her mate.