So It Begins
Jan 11, 2021 10:20:51 GMT -5
Post by Ara on Jan 11, 2021 10:20:51 GMT -5
Nobody slept that night.
A trepid silence hung around Whazzit like a heavy storm cloud. It was the eye before the storm; the wind wasn’t stirring, PIF was even behaving, and the moons hung in the sky shining soft light over the soon to be battlegrounds. Whazzitians sat in their homes to steel themselves for what was to come with the rising sun. Some were making last minute preparations. Others were anxious messes, tossing and turning and unable to sleep.
Early the next morning is when George’s drums beat out over the weyrd. He honestly didn’t really need to- most inhabitants were already up and moving. The sun still had not risen over the horizon, but the village- and the surrounding areas- were busier than ever. Flamethrowers were being tested and triple checked, fuel was being stockpiled, things were being carried from one place to another to insure that none of the fighting factions ran out of fuel. Hebacious gathered the watch-wher handlers, both the fire and ice breathing variety, and prepared them for their sweeps on the ground. The young dragons from the summer’s fiasco were still too small to hold their riders, but they were breathing fire now, so they could take to the skies to help. They were going to rid the Weyrd of this pestilence falling from the sky.
Suddenly, Saesenth stopped what she was doing and lifted her head to the sky. A very sudden hush fell over those close to her; the gold dragon and her rider were, once again, in the center of the weyrd. Although this time, there were less tables strewn about; supplies were stacked into neat piles, a ground crew of flamethrowers were on standby to prevent the village being destroyed, and other groups of humanoids were carrying supplies out to waypoints in the surrounding areas to prevent as much of the surrounding landscape from being eaten up as possible. When the gold suddenly looked skyward, those in the weyrd stopped and watched her. The tension in the air was palpable, and even her rider was watching her with a tight jaw.
There was a moment where everything hung on the gold’s next move. Her eyes were staring up into the sky, whirling at a surprisingly calm place as she was deep in thought. Should she go into panic, it was likely that most of the weyrd would too. For the last month or so, Saesenth had been a voice of calm and reason. Now, as the sun started to paint the sky in warm colors, and the Red Star pulsed high above them, they had reached the true challenge to her senses; the arrival of Threadfall. The gold dragon turned back to the rest of them, wedge shaped head swinging around. Her whirling eyes were tinged with yellow, the only sign she was anxious at all, as the facets swirled ever still at a steady pace. They finally settled on her own rider. The drow met her gaze as her expression remained impassive.
« With the rising sun, the silver thread shall fall, » the gold said. The drow quirked a brow, waiting for her bond to continue. « Our time has come. Siblings who wish to fight with me, rise. Wield your flamethrowers, your breath of fire and ice, and we will win this together. » During her little speech, her gaze swept the rest of the village. Everyone nodded or grasped their weapons tighter, a fire lit within their eyes. Saesenth and Zebey’s eyes met; the slayer let a sly grin twist her lips. « Will you join me, mine? » she asked, golden wings spreading out as she prepared to leap into the skies.
The drow lifted a hand as a Pegasus drew near, descending from the skies above. As Luth swooped down and landed beside her, a fireball burst into existence in her cupped hand. ”Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Saesenth,” answered the dark colored elf. In one swift motion, the woman leapt onto the white stallion’s back. Luth’s wings flared out as he glanced behind to his bonded. He nodded his head.
Saesenth, though still young and not fully grown, could now breathe fire. She was the largest of her siblings, certainly, but all of them should also have this same ability now. Her head lifted to the sky and she roared; a challenge it seemed to the Red Star itself. Then, she flung herself into the air. Though she now had the body equivalent of a teenage dragon, she was still startlingly graceful and agile in the sky. Because of her slight stature, she was able to make quick and sharp movements in the air. A small tongue of flame escaped from her maw, and she bungled again. She would lead the major fire force in the skies, to the largest fall of thread, which would be Mount Gnerq. Luth ran forward and leapt into the air after her. His hooves churned the air as his wings propelled him forward. Zebey pulled her bow from her back, plucked some arrows from the quiver on this pegasus’s saddle. Her fingertips lit in small flames which quickly engulfed her weapon, and consequently, the arrow she placed upon it.
The others below quickly got into positions. The flamethrower crew readied themselves, spread out in the weyrd and other areas surrounding to cover as much ground as possible. Fire lizards swooped and dove in the air everywhere, swarming the skies. Watch-whers took up their mantles on the ground as well, beside their handlers. High above Mount Gnerq, one of Zebey’s arrows suddenly flew from her bow. The aflame arrow pierced a clump of silver thread, igniting it instantly. They all watched as the ash fell towards the ground, reduced to harmless ash.
So it has begun.
ooc.
Threadfall has arrived! Here’s how this one will go:
-This one will last two months
-It’s going to be very you-led. I’ll post occasionally with little events and things for you to react to, but otherwise, feel free to post as much as you want between my little blurbs. All shinies are welcome, all characters are welcome, have a field day.
-Remember, this is a 3 phase event, and if you participate in all three, you get a super secret surprise at the end of it! There is a surprise in this phase too, of course. -winkwonk-
-If you have any questions about thread, or about this event in general, feel free to PM me here or on discord!
Please Stay Away from 2021, Pestilence, 973 words
A trepid silence hung around Whazzit like a heavy storm cloud. It was the eye before the storm; the wind wasn’t stirring, PIF was even behaving, and the moons hung in the sky shining soft light over the soon to be battlegrounds. Whazzitians sat in their homes to steel themselves for what was to come with the rising sun. Some were making last minute preparations. Others were anxious messes, tossing and turning and unable to sleep.
Early the next morning is when George’s drums beat out over the weyrd. He honestly didn’t really need to- most inhabitants were already up and moving. The sun still had not risen over the horizon, but the village- and the surrounding areas- were busier than ever. Flamethrowers were being tested and triple checked, fuel was being stockpiled, things were being carried from one place to another to insure that none of the fighting factions ran out of fuel. Hebacious gathered the watch-wher handlers, both the fire and ice breathing variety, and prepared them for their sweeps on the ground. The young dragons from the summer’s fiasco were still too small to hold their riders, but they were breathing fire now, so they could take to the skies to help. They were going to rid the Weyrd of this pestilence falling from the sky.
Suddenly, Saesenth stopped what she was doing and lifted her head to the sky. A very sudden hush fell over those close to her; the gold dragon and her rider were, once again, in the center of the weyrd. Although this time, there were less tables strewn about; supplies were stacked into neat piles, a ground crew of flamethrowers were on standby to prevent the village being destroyed, and other groups of humanoids were carrying supplies out to waypoints in the surrounding areas to prevent as much of the surrounding landscape from being eaten up as possible. When the gold suddenly looked skyward, those in the weyrd stopped and watched her. The tension in the air was palpable, and even her rider was watching her with a tight jaw.
There was a moment where everything hung on the gold’s next move. Her eyes were staring up into the sky, whirling at a surprisingly calm place as she was deep in thought. Should she go into panic, it was likely that most of the weyrd would too. For the last month or so, Saesenth had been a voice of calm and reason. Now, as the sun started to paint the sky in warm colors, and the Red Star pulsed high above them, they had reached the true challenge to her senses; the arrival of Threadfall. The gold dragon turned back to the rest of them, wedge shaped head swinging around. Her whirling eyes were tinged with yellow, the only sign she was anxious at all, as the facets swirled ever still at a steady pace. They finally settled on her own rider. The drow met her gaze as her expression remained impassive.
« With the rising sun, the silver thread shall fall, » the gold said. The drow quirked a brow, waiting for her bond to continue. « Our time has come. Siblings who wish to fight with me, rise. Wield your flamethrowers, your breath of fire and ice, and we will win this together. » During her little speech, her gaze swept the rest of the village. Everyone nodded or grasped their weapons tighter, a fire lit within their eyes. Saesenth and Zebey’s eyes met; the slayer let a sly grin twist her lips. « Will you join me, mine? » she asked, golden wings spreading out as she prepared to leap into the skies.
The drow lifted a hand as a Pegasus drew near, descending from the skies above. As Luth swooped down and landed beside her, a fireball burst into existence in her cupped hand. ”Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Saesenth,” answered the dark colored elf. In one swift motion, the woman leapt onto the white stallion’s back. Luth’s wings flared out as he glanced behind to his bonded. He nodded his head.
Saesenth, though still young and not fully grown, could now breathe fire. She was the largest of her siblings, certainly, but all of them should also have this same ability now. Her head lifted to the sky and she roared; a challenge it seemed to the Red Star itself. Then, she flung herself into the air. Though she now had the body equivalent of a teenage dragon, she was still startlingly graceful and agile in the sky. Because of her slight stature, she was able to make quick and sharp movements in the air. A small tongue of flame escaped from her maw, and she bungled again. She would lead the major fire force in the skies, to the largest fall of thread, which would be Mount Gnerq. Luth ran forward and leapt into the air after her. His hooves churned the air as his wings propelled him forward. Zebey pulled her bow from her back, plucked some arrows from the quiver on this pegasus’s saddle. Her fingertips lit in small flames which quickly engulfed her weapon, and consequently, the arrow she placed upon it.
The others below quickly got into positions. The flamethrower crew readied themselves, spread out in the weyrd and other areas surrounding to cover as much ground as possible. Fire lizards swooped and dove in the air everywhere, swarming the skies. Watch-whers took up their mantles on the ground as well, beside their handlers. High above Mount Gnerq, one of Zebey’s arrows suddenly flew from her bow. The aflame arrow pierced a clump of silver thread, igniting it instantly. They all watched as the ash fell towards the ground, reduced to harmless ash.
So it has begun.
ooc.
Threadfall has arrived! Here’s how this one will go:
-This one will last two months
-It’s going to be very you-led. I’ll post occasionally with little events and things for you to react to, but otherwise, feel free to post as much as you want between my little blurbs. All shinies are welcome, all characters are welcome, have a field day.
-Remember, this is a 3 phase event, and if you participate in all three, you get a super secret surprise at the end of it! There is a surprise in this phase too, of course. -winkwonk-
-If you have any questions about thread, or about this event in general, feel free to PM me here or on discord!
Please Stay Away from 2021, Pestilence, 973 words