Post by Poison Ivy on Jan 14, 2011 14:31:42 GMT -5
By the golden egg of faranth
By the weyrwoman wise and true
Breed a flight of bronze and brown wings
Breed a flight of green and blue
By the weyrwoman wise and true
Breed a flight of bronze and brown wings
Breed a flight of green and blue
During the great crossing all colonists moved to the Northren Continent to escape the natural disasters that had hit their Southren home. All colonists? Not quite… for some were determined to keep their stakeholds, or die trying. One bronze and one gold of the first dragon clutch chose to stay behind and defend these small stakes, leaving the protection of the north to their clutchsiblings.
Of course at first there was little the two dragons could do, but soon the rose and clutched and more dragons were added to their ranks. Growing slowly but surely, Lot Weyr was formed, named after the queen rider who had founded it. It was tucked away in the dandelion like heart of a dead volcano, surrounded by grassland and forests. During the first pass of the red star many of the stakeholds were abandoned in favor of living closer to the weyr and its protection.
While the riders of the north fell into disfavor during the intervals, the opposite was true for Lot Weyr in the South. With its tropical climate and its abundance in vegetation and wildlife, the southern dragons did not weigh as heavily on the economy as their brethren did up north. Southren was, however, a distant memory to the north. A place filled with danger and no one ventured away from the coast if they ever did visit it. As such, the northern riders never rediscovered their southern kin, as Lot Weyr and its inhabitants had no interest in the cold north.
Lot’s dragons grew more quickly than their northern brethren, become gradually longer and more serpentine, as well as darker in skin tone. By the 3rd pass they had developed their telekinesis, something that the dragons up north would discover halfway through the 9th pass. The southern dragons had become sacred and valuable companions as well as divine protectors to the people of the south. It was an honor to be selected as candidate, even during intervals.
But then the 4th pass came and went and the first long interval followed. While the North had 5 weyrs to maintain its dragon population, the south only had Lot Weyr and as such her numbers dwindled rapidly as thread failed to come. Eventually only one queen remained to populate the small southern weyr.
But the turns came and went and still no golden egg graced the sands, but at the end of her life the great gold Azteth rose one final time. The result was the clutching of 16 eggs in the summer of 1190 AL with one gleaming golden shell in the middle. While this was a cause for great joy, sadness soon followed when the weyrwoman passed away 3 days later. The only thing keeping Azteth from going between are her eggs.
But the all but forgotten red star draws ever closer….
Breed riders, strong and daring,
Dragon-loving, born as hatched,
Flight of hundreds soaring skyward,
Man and dragon fully matched.
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+ Interactive touchings and hatchings
+ High quality Hatchling graphics and personalities
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Currently!
+ The Musical Masterpieces harden on the hatching sands!
+ With the decline on dragonic numbers the felines and wild whers have grown bolder, riders and wher handlers are hard pressed to keep the herds safe
+ A faint flicker of red colors the sky, its still far away though, but could it be that after 400 turns the red star finaly returns?
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