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Post by stardragon on Nov 21, 2005 14:12:44 GMT -5
Hello All, I'll be acting as the new RP Master for this RP since Pokegirl has been unable to be online and keep it up.
I will be adjusting the rules a bit in my next post, after that we will restart play. I will also be re-approving the persona sheets in the Profiles section. Please do not begin RPing until you have read the new rules and posted and received approval of a profile.
Star
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Post by stardragon on Nov 21, 2005 14:33:59 GMT -5
RULES: 1- Follow Chance's General Rules 2- No Chatspeak!!! Usage once will get you warned, use it twice after warning and you will be removed without further warning. 3- Avoid One-liner posts! Occasionally is ok, constantly will get you warned and then removed from play. 4- Follow the basic canon of Anne McCaffrey's Pern. This means you MUST have read at least one Pern book in order to know the basic canon. NO Wars and NO Religion are two of the biggest ones to know but not all of them by any means. 5- Dragon to dragon/firelizard and Dragon to human mindspeech must be set in some format that will differentiate it from normal out loud speech. This can be italics, :: {} [] or any combination of them. I will even accept it being colored to match the dragons color, so long as it is clear that it's mindspeech. I personally recommend these {brackets}. 6- Firelizard's communicate in emotions/feelings Not words. Firelizards may be called Flits, their communications with each other, dragons or humans must be in a different format from regular speech and different from the format you use for dragon speech. I recommend these [brackets]. 7- Weyrling training lasts for 1 1/2 Turns. This is not the same as AM's canon so that we can move the RP along a bit faster. All weyrlings report to the Weyrling Master. Weyrlings may resume craft lessons in their free time AFTER Graduation if they choose to. 8- Green, Blue and Brown dragons reach sexual maturity at 2-2 1/2 turns old. Bronzes at 2 1/2-3 and Golds at about 3 turns. All dragons reach physical maturity 3-6 months before they reach sexual maturity. 9- Candidates must be 12-20 turns of age. Before their 12th and After their 21st birthing day a person may not Stand for Impression. Candidates report to the Candidate Master, and may continue to pursue a craft when there are not eggs on the Sands and active Candidate classes. 10- Have Fun! 11- Time Stamps!! Whenever you begin a new thread please date and time stamp the thread using the following method- (Month/Day/Time of day) For example (1/1/morning) would be the first day of the turn in the morning. Periodically someone should add the time to the top of thier post again just to keep things straight, I'll try to do that but anyone else may as well, especially if you change the time a bit- like say adusting early morning to breakfast time and so on. Website is up! Go to www.geocities.com/stardragon77I may update this later as more things come up. And I will be posting a Persona sheet Rules topic in the Profiles section shortly.
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Post by stardragon on Nov 21, 2005 15:53:15 GMT -5
SETTING: 100 years AFTER 'All the Weyrs of Pern'.
1st Turn of 10th Pass
The attempt to change the Red Stars course failed, though it is only now as the dreaded star once more approaches that the people of Pern have realised this, thanks to the newest craft on Pern, Starcraft.
A new 10th Pass is about to begin. Dragonriders are scattered all over the Southern Continent, and too few remain in the traditional Weyrs of the North. Now the dragonriders must rally once more to save Pern from the dreaded menace of Threadfall, after years of holder ridicule and demeaning attitudes.
Can the relatively newly formed StarFall Weyr, on the western side of the Southern Continent, gain enough members to fight their traditional enemy? Only time will tell as dragonriders trickle in from individual holdings to once more rally around a Weyr banner. Will it be soon enough? Threadfall is expected to begin in a mere 5 sevendays.
History of StarFall Weyr: Built about 30 Turns ago primarily as a Starcraft Hall and small Weyr to provide transport and other services to the Hall. Expanded to a nearly traditional size weyr 10 turns ago when the first warning of the Red Star's return surfaced. The Weyrleaders began actively seeking transfers to StarFall 3 Turns ago when the Red Star's return became undeniable.
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Post by stardragon on Nov 21, 2005 16:24:12 GMT -5
((OOC note this is a slightly modified version of the first RP Master Pokegirl's post. I will be keeping her persona as a PNPC unless she is able to return to play as a member or has any objections and will probably write her out later when we have someone else to fill the role if Pokegirl does not return.))
(3/6/dawn)
Rukabat was just rising over the horizon, casting a rosy glow on the cliffs of StarFall Weyr, when a low humming resounded thoughout the cliffs and weyr bowl.
Junior Weyrwoman Lianna raced to the hatching sands as the humming began. "Time already?" she asked looking at Esanith. {Yes mine!} replied the gold.
The 15 eggs that had been hardening on the sands for 5 sevendays now were beginning to hatch.
------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Egg- This egg defies description simply because... there is really nothing to describe. Unlike the other eggs, it is white in color without any shapes or markings. It is warm to the touch because of the sand and feels exactly like you'd expect an egg to. It is of average size.
Windswept Clouds- This egg, which is varying shades of gray, is the color of the sky on a cloudy day. The occasional glint of silver brings to mind the proverbial silver lining that every cloud has. If one was to stare at the "clouds" long enough, you might discern a shape or two. But one can never be sure...
Eye of the Storm- This egg is utterly chaotic. Inside the swirling mass of gray and blue, shapes appear to be flying through the air. Only one spot is devoid of the violence that characterizes the rest of it. At the very top of the egg is the eye of the storm, a spot of green calmness...
View from the Top- Green, brown, and sea blue can dimly be seen through a thin layer of white, as if you are looking down from dragonback or a high mountain on the ground below. It is peaceful and serene, making one long for some of that for themselves.
Silver Rain- Rather ominous streaks of silver can be seen on the egg, like Thread falling. They catch the light and hold it; they seem to glow in the darkness. Save for the strips of silver, the rest of the egg is sky blue.
Red Skies at Morning- Various shades of red and the occasional pink swirl across the surface. It is beautiful, but it does stir up feelings of fear because of things that are associated with the color red...
Red Skies at Night- This egg doesn't evoke fear like the other red egg of the clutch. Indeed, there is something tranquil about it. Probably because there are shades of orange, pink, and purple mixed in with it.
Sunrise, Sunset- It is very hard to distinguish from the Red Skies at Night egg. The same vibrant red, brilliant oranges, soft pinks, and deep purples that cover the shell of the aforementioned egg cover this one. Only they are more intense here. There is an air of watchful expectancy surrounding this egg...
Colors of the Rainbow- This egg is dizzying in its intensity. Every shade of every color that can be seen in a rainbow can be found here in no particular pattern. You can't look at it for very long. It seems to glow almost and the dragonet inside is certain to create a stir on its entrance...
Star Light, Star Bight- This egg is by far the most beautiful. Though its surface is a uniform shade of deep blue, the color of the sky at night, it is covered with silver specks that seem to glow of their own accord.
Wish Upon a Star- This egg is simply a bright, glowing silver grey. It is unusually hot to the touch and the air around it is comfortably warm. The egg seems to vibrating and fills the air around it with a faint hum. If you listen closely, you can hear it...
Down Below- This egg reminds people of the mines deep below the earth. A faint glow of what looks like fire can be seen, but that is the only bright spot on the egg. The rest of it is dark and shadowed.
Shadows' Fall- This egg is quite eerie. Despite the firm belief that eggs don't change, this one seems to constantly. All in dark greys and browns it never sems to look the same twice in a row.
Nature's First Green- You'll want to either dance for joy or destroy this egg on sight. The vibrant green of new growth with the occasional darker green in a shape reminiscent of a leaf. It conjures up the image of spring and new growth, but it also evokes the fear of silvery strands falling to devour that growth...
All That Glitters- This egg couldn't be anything but gold! The egg's surface is the color of polished gold and shines like it too. It is beautiful simply because it is a pure gold through and through.
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Post by stardragon on Nov 21, 2005 18:17:03 GMT -5
Candidate Master Verdaine was awoken by her green Voraith within seconds of the golds beginning to hum. Rolling out of bed she pulled on her, already laid out and prepared, Hatching dress. Running her finger through her hair to tame it she headed for the Candidate barracks and the sleeping Candidates inside.
"Alright boys and girls!" She shouted from in the hall that separated the boy and girls barracks. "Everybody Up and Out! In your robes ladies and gents! Today's the day!!" She hollered and then stuck her head in each barrack separately and repeated her announcement.
Children of all ages, from the youngest at 12 to the oldest at 19, tumbled out of their beds and began pulling on their thinnest old clothes and then their white Candidate robe over that. The smart ones pulled on thick boots as well, knowing that the hatching sands, as always, would be very hot on the feet especially if the Hatching took very long. Later they could change for the Hatching Feast, but for now comfort and the hope for bloodstains from feeding newborn Hatchlings were the primary drives in the clothing choices.
Verdaine went down the hall that led outside to the weyr bowl to await her charges there.
Spotting T'der in the weyr bowl, coordinating the older weyrlings in readying meat for the new hatchlings, Verdaine gave him a wave and got one in return before her first charge skidded to a halt beside her.
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Post by stardragon on Nov 21, 2005 18:22:06 GMT -5
Weyrwoman Mirinda startled out of bed. "Wha? Oh Fay is it time for Esa's clutch to Hatch?" She asked her gold who was beginning to hum.
{Yes rider Mine. It will be a short bit yet but the Candidates are already being roused.} Fayrenth replied.
"Oh good. I have a few minutes then." Miri replied and went to get ready. Soon enough she and the Weyrleader were on the Hatching grounds and settled in the third tier with a perfect view of the entire sands.
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Post by Melinda-sama on Nov 21, 2005 18:26:19 GMT -5
Marissa wiped her sleepy eyes as the Candidates were quickly woken.
Marissa quickly grabbed a towel and ran to the baths, scrubbing herself hard with the sweet sands and trying to make sure she washed it all out of her hair before pulling on her tunic and starting to comb her hair. In her hurried excitement, she caught a few tangles and pulled out some hair, but she didn't care.
Impression was close, and she had a feeling this time would be THE time--the time she finally got a dragon!
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Post by Chance Harebell on Nov 21, 2005 20:17:47 GMT -5
Too excited to be nothered with bathing, Banira brushed her fingers through her short hair hastily and pulled on her required clothing. She also pulled on a pair of tough boots, knowing of the sands. The last time she had attended a hatching she had been in such hurry she had gone barefoot. Not something she commended herself for. This time, she hoped desperately to impress. And she would do so with perfectly healthy feet. She took a deep breath and crossed her fingers.
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Post by stardragon on Nov 22, 2005 15:06:39 GMT -5
"Step it up Candidates." Verdaine yelled back down the hallway when only a couple joined her immediately. "You've got no time for niceties!" She added before directing those that had arrived to form the front of the single-file line they would enter the Grounds in.
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Post by Melinda-sama on Nov 22, 2005 15:30:44 GMT -5
Marissa hurried into the line as she braided her wet hair, knowing it would dry out quickly on the hot sands. Her heart was racing with excitement, just as had happened at every hatching she'd attended so far. She could hear and feel the dragons' humming, which only made her more excited.
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Post by stardragon on Nov 23, 2005 19:23:37 GMT -5
HATCHING!!! 1st-3rd eggs
Verdaine had finally gotten all the Candidates round up and in line. She then led them into the Hatching Grounds where they formed a semi-circle around the eggs. The girls old enough to be Gold Candidates formed a second much smaller semi-circle by the golden egg. That group included- Ferilla, Koria, Marissa, Samana, Devona and Banira a decent sized grouping for a gold to choose from. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Candidates had only been settled for a few moments when the first egg to break, the one dubbed Red Skies at Morning, shattered revealing a dark bronze, hide dripping with his birth sac fluid. With the usual lack of grace all newborns showed he got to his feet shaking off a bit of egg shell and headed for his lifemate, Xafrel. Glowing with joy the boy led the bronze off the sands to food. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Weyrwoman Mirinda cheered with everyone else, it was always a good omen when a bronze hatched first. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
All of the eggs were rocking steadily at this point but it was the one dubbed Windswept Clouds that broke open next to reveal an average sized dark blue dragonet. Shaking his overly long wings out the blue creeled piteously and moved to find his lifemate.
{Mine?} Called the rather imperious blue. {Get over here Mine. Your Taronth is Hungry!} Exclaimed the dragonet to his boy, now called F'con. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
For a few moments nothing happened beyond the rocking all the eggs had been doing, when suddenly the egg called View from the Top shattered into dozens of pieces spilling out a lovely large green dragonet. This green had some semblance of dignity apparently as she managed a sedate but still rapid walk to her chosen Candidate, Boreld.
Then came another lull in the eggs as they all rocked at varying degrees of intensity.
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Post by Chance Harebell on Nov 25, 2005 23:24:54 GMT -5
Banira clenched her hands into fists and held her arms straight at her sides, trembling with nervousness. So far three had impressed. With fingers crossed she hoped desperately that she would impress, and soon. Her eyes darted from one shaking egg to the other in anticipation and she had to restrain herself from shifting from one foot to the other. She unclenched one hand and crossed her fingers.
((I'd preferr a green, or a blue, but if you want someone to impress the gold, I don't mind being said someone. But not unless no one else wants the gold.))
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Post by Melinda-sama on Nov 28, 2005 13:00:38 GMT -5
Marissa couldn't take her eyes off of the gold egg. It shook, then would pause for a moment... Then it began shaking again. As she began to feel lightheaded, she realized she was holding her breath and quickly let it out, focusing on breathing and calmness--something that was difficult as the beautiful gold egg sat in front of her, rocking and shaking...
Marissa was vaguely aware of the cheering in the background, but she didn't look around to see who had impressed. To her, during a hatching, only two things existed--herself and the eggs. Even before she'd become a candidate, that was the way it had been. Through each hatching she'd stood for, it had been even more that way.
She hoped this time she would Impress... She was getting older, now, and wouldn't be able to stand for many more hatchings... And she so wanted a dragon! Ever since she was little, she'd dreamed of flying on a dragon through the skies and fighting Thread like the stories talked about.
All of these thoughts went through her head in a moment that seemed like an eternity as she stared at the eggs, waiting for one to hatch and mentally urging them.
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Post by oelinuial on Nov 28, 2005 15:22:02 GMT -5
Torallen was standing in roughly the middle of the chamber and was glancing around casually to watch the others there. He really hoped he'd Impress. The only thing that dampened this experience was that his parents were not here to see it. They'd died several turns ago in a freak storm. It made him kind of sad that on this most important day he had no family in the stands to cheer him on.
The sound of an egg hatching caught his attention instantly and he turned to watch as the bronze that emerged found his partner. He was rather relieved that it wasn't him as he most certainly did not want the responcibility that went with being a bronzerider. He'd be perfectly content with a nice brown or a blue.
Torallen turned to watch as a blue and then a green found their partners, silently cheering for those who'd just Impressed. He then turned his full attention back to the remaining eggs and waited hopefully to see if he'd Impress.
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Post by Senna on Nov 28, 2005 15:26:59 GMT -5
Teren stood on the hot sand, her large eyes studying the wobbling eggs. Normally, she would have felt self-concious and out of place here. Normally, she, a farm girl, would have felt lost as a gem in a haystack, here on the hatching sands. Normally. But nothing was normal lately. She had been chosen as a candidate. Her ma and pa were proud of her. Her brothers told her to visit 'when she rode a dragon.'
Her breath caught in her throat. This was where she wanted to belong now. She felt the heat and welcomed it, the freckles standing out on her face. She wasn't content to stand and just watch- her heart and mind called out to the dragons. Come on, little dragons, she mentally encouraged, come out and hatch, and scratch the sand and meet your riders. Be strong and hatch!
She pushed a sweaty strand of hair out of her face, and watched the eggs intensely. She, like most others, had watched the eggs earlier, had slipped out here when they thought no one was watching, had looked at and listened to and touched all the eggs, and had their favorites. She was no different. There were two that she was fond of- these she positioned herself near to watch. One was a dark night sky's color, with bits of silver- like the night stars, she thought. The other was a bright, silvered-gray, and if she listened, she could a hum coming from within the shell.
She only half noticed when the others Impressed, each marked by cheering. Her focus was not on the onlookers, or on the other candidates (she would congratulate them for sure later), or anything else but the eggs she watched. Nothing could have moved her from her position... nothing, but the voice of a dragonet, or an empty hatching ground... So Teren watched and waited.
(Edit : slight modify here Senna, it's always called Impression/Impressed/Impressing, not imprint. -Star)
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