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Post by Drache on Jul 27, 2007 21:06:23 GMT -5
So, Dizzy and I are coming up with a random threadfall event generator. We've come up with some ideas for it and have decided that we'd like everyone else's input as well. Here are some examples to get you going and to give you an idea of what we're looking for:
The ashes of some burnt thread get blown at you leaving your jacket and face a dirty black mess. You are annoyed but unhurt.
Your lifemate takes a tangle of Thread to the right wing joint leaving him/her without the power of flight, you enter a downward spiral hoping someone from the Queen's Wing will come to your aid.
A sudden powerful jerk to the left and you end up smacking your arm hard against the wing ridges... from the searing pain you know its broken.
Your dragon flames at a clump of thread but one strand manages to get through unscathed and lands directly in front of you on your lifemates neck, eating painfully into the flesh between the hard neckridges.
So, have at and have fun. They can range from small events to ways for characters to die. If we like your random event(s) than we'll add them to the event generator we're working on.
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Drache
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Post by Drache on Jun 23, 2007 22:28:54 GMT -5
Huzzah! I completely agree, let's get some Candidates and Weyrlings up and running. If anyone is even slightly interested in having one of those characters, feel free to make or adopt one at either Weyr.
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Post by Drache on Jun 8, 2006 23:14:39 GMT -5
Glynnis hurried after the small group of children. "Piral, slow down! You'll knock into something!" Honestly, why can't they play such an active game outside instead of in halls full of people? As usual, the children ignored the adult voice, caught up in their game of tag and oblivious to any other people as well. Hides went flying, a tray was dropped and an uncountable number of people bumped into an uncountable number of others in an effort to not be trampled by the small herd of children. Their warden hurried after her charges, apologizing to everybody she passed, and accidentaly stepping on a few toes herself in her hurry, while yelling at the children to listen to her.
*CRASH*
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"Waaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!"
Oh great... Glynnis sprinted over to Piral who had indeed crashed into something... or rather tripped over someone and gone flailing to the floor. Reaching him, Glynnis squatted down next to him as the rest of the children resumed their game of tag, seeing that their fellow player was in capable hands. The people in the hall ignored the two of them now as well, going back about their business.
Pulling Piral into her lap, Glynnis cradled the 4 turn old in her arms and made soft hushing sounds as he snuffled into her shirt. The stone floor of the hall was not soft. "Hush, little. It's alright. What hurts?" Piral pointed to his knees, tears streaking his face. Glynnis carefully examined them. Nothing was broken or cut, but he'd have a wonderful bruise on both kneecaps. "Look Piral, nothing broken." Giving him a smile, she tickled his chin and waited until he gave a tentative smile through his tears. Smiling back she shifted him from her lap, standing him in front of her. "Ready to go back and play some more? Maybe in the garden where the ground is softer?" Piral nodded and then giggled as Glynnis leaned forward to plant soft kisses on both knees and a quick raspberry on his stomach. "Go on and tell the others you'd like to play outside." Piral ran off.
Sitting on the ground for a couple more seconds, Glynnis let out a soft sigh before maneuvering herself up. Not being the most graceful person, she lost her balance slightly and bumped into someone behind her. Turning around, she uttered a hasty apology and then stopped talking as her eyes met chest. Tilting her head up, her mouth fell open as she looked at the man towering above her. "Wow, you're tall." Glynnis wasn't the most tactful person either...
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Drache
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Post by Drache on Nov 14, 2005 14:21:10 GMT -5
((ooc: Just to give all the people with Candidates a sort of guide on how to go about the Interviews, you may use this style or feel free to play it out differently, just make sure the questions are all there.))
Ciotol knocked on the Candidate Master's office door. At a muffled "Come in", he opened the door and went inside. "Hello sir, you said to come see you this afternoon?" F'ren smiled in greeting. "Why yes, I did. Go ahead and take a seat." Ciotol sat down and watched as the Candidate Master took out a hide, pen and ink. Dipping the pen into the ink, F'ren wrote "Ciotol, Interview" on the top of the hide. He dipped the pen into the ink a second time and then looked at Ciotol. "This will only take a few minutes, so let's go ahead and get started..."
1. Have you got a Search token? "Yes sir, one of your own." Digging into one of his pockets, he pulled out a polished wooden token that had the letters FSH carved into it. After handing it over to the Candidate Master, he watched as F'ren logged on the hide and then put the token in one of his desk drawers.
2. Please list your name, age, and birthing day. "My name is Ciotol. I am 18 turns old as of last winter solstice."
3. Where have you come from? "I'm from Coldwater Weyrhold. We're beholden to Lateo. Lived there all my life." Ciotol sat up straighter in his chair, wanting to make a good impression on the Candidate Master.
4. Do you have any skills? Belong to a Craft? "Yes sir. I'm a Journeyman Weaver. I come from a family history of being Weavers and we make the best clothe and woven items in all of Southern if I do say so myself..." Realizing that he had given a longer answer then was necessary, he hastily got back on topic. "I can also cook some and know a little bit of Healing."
5. Do you have any valuables that you would like locked up? "No. I've mainly got my clothes and some personal items...nothing really that important. Oh! Actually, I do have a few packets of dyes that I'd like to be secured if possible." F'ren nodded, "Go ahead and bring them to me after the interview."
6. Did you bring any pets with you? "No sir. I didn't bring any pets with me."
F'ren looked up a minute later as he finished writing everything down. "Well, that's it for now. Make sure to come back in two or three weeks to do the follow up interview." Ciotol stood up, "Yes, sir." Saying a good-bye to the Candidate Master he left the office.
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Post by Drache on Nov 14, 2005 14:22:54 GMT -5
((OOC: This will be the second time he has stood so this interview was from Shimeath's last clutch, not Svath's current one))
Have you got a Search token?- "Umm...y-yes sir." He was nervous, he had only recently come here and he was in awe of the great weyr. He felt extremely overwhelmed. He handed over his little Search chip...he tired to stop his hand from shaking as he did so.
Please list your name, age, and birthing day-"My name is Orfinion...i am 17 Turns an-and I was born in midwinter...sir." He was begining to feel a bit more confident, F'ren seemed nice enough.
Where have you come from?-"Verilar Weyrhold, Sir...but my parents are riders here." So far so good, he hadn't messed up yet.
Do you have any skills? Belong to a Craft?-"I'm a drummer Sir and-and I was taught a bit of Healing from my Aunt...she was a Masterhealer of sorts. I also write in a fair hand..." He faltered. Uh oh...he had blown it he knew it. He had just kept babbiling on. Orfinion blushed a deep red, he hoped he hadn't sounded to conceited as well. He hoped F'ren wouldn't make him pay for his blunder. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! He thought...i should have just answered quickly and then shut up!
Do you have any valuables that you would like locked up?- "No Sir, I do not." he attmepted to compose himself..just keep your answers short and...and natural. Yes, that was the word.
Did you bring any pets with you?-"Oh...no no Sir...no pets." Was it over? Orfinion straightened up. Waiting for the Candidate Master's reaction...
((Written by DragonMenta))
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Post by Drache on Nov 14, 2005 14:24:19 GMT -5
1. Have you got a Search token?
"Aye, my uncle, P'kin, gave me one after he dropped me off in the Weyrbowl," Shereae replied, as she handed over the non-too ornate coin. It was made of a hard wood, and painted a dark blue, the same hue as his dragon. She had smiled while recieving the coin, and she kind of wanted to keep it.
"Do I get to keep this coin?" she asked. "Or do I have to give it back?"
2. Please list your name, age, and birthing day.
"Oh, my name is Shereae. I am seventeen turns, and my birthing day is in mid summer," she said, thinking of her special day. She would miss spending that day with her family.
3. Where have you come from?
"My father's holding is three days' journey from this Weyr, and the holding is a ranch, home to the herdbeasts and runner my father tithes and trades with the Weyrs." Shereae, thinking of her father, and how much she missed him, began to wring her hands in her lap. Cut that out, she thought disgustedly to herself. That is no way for a gold candidate to act.
4. Do you have any skills? Belong to a Craft?'
This was Shereae's favorite question so far. "Aye, I am proud to say I was brought up in the Beastcraft along with my brother. My specialty was with the herdbeasts, however, so I might be better off working with them in the crafttime, if I can."
5. Do you have any valuables that you would like locked up?
"No sir, no valuables. I'm afraid my mother wouldn't let me bring them. She was afraid I wouldn't have time to take care of them."
6. Did you bring any pets with you?
"I have no pets...on the ranch, we all figured that a herd of herdbeasts, thirteen runners, and one herder's canine was enough pets. And Fyr, the canine, had to stay." She smiled, thinking of the horrible, but just, revenge she now had upon her sister, Leandra. Now it would be her duty to make sure Fyr was fed in the afternoons. Shereae hoped the woman wouldn't forget.
((Written by Memorie))
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Post by Drache on Nov 14, 2005 14:27:33 GMT -5
Verity knocked softly on the candidate master's door. He had said to come back, didn't he? She waited nervously, hoping that he would answer.
As she waited, she thought about everything that had happened to her since arriving. She had done her chores everyday, had found flit eggs and had impressed two of them, Binsley had adjusted nicely to the barracks, and she had made a few friends. It seemed as though this had been the place where she needed to be all along.
Oh, please hurry. This nervousness is going to affect me for the rest of the day. He did say to come back, I know he did. Oh, what if I am in trouble. Oh.......no......
((Written by Nixnivisumbra))
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Post by Drache on Nov 14, 2005 14:26:41 GMT -5
F'ren studiously wrote down everything Verity said, short hand of course, as he listened to her answers.
"Which rider and dragon would that be? If you were a Weyrbrat before becoming a Candidate then you won't necessarily need a Search token, but I'd still like the name so I can confirm it with him."
F'ren smiled at Verity. "Happy belated Birthingday then."
"Ok, so you are a Weyrbrat. You won't need a Search token then."
"Since you've been studying with the Healers, you can continue in your apprenticeship with them if you'd like or you can try a different Craft. Each afternoon you are allowed a few hours to practice a Craft."
"There are just a few guidelines for pets in the Barracks. While they are in the Barracks they are your responsibilty and you will be responsible for any troubles that your cat may cause. If your cat misbehaves, you will be the one punished for it."
"Well, that's it for now. You can go ahead and find yourself a bunk. The girls hall is to the right when you exit my office. Feel free to take any free bunk that doesn't have a name tag on it. Remember to come back for your next Interview in a few sevendays." F'ren escorted Verity to the door and then went back to writing up a report for the Weyrwoman.
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Post by Drache on Nov 14, 2005 14:25:52 GMT -5
1. Have you got a Search token? "No sir. One of the healers that helped stitch my face together found me. He told me that his dragon thought I would make a good candidate." Verity felt slightly out of place. Was she supposed to have been given a Search token? The thought that she was missing something displeased her, causing her to frown slightly.
2. Please list your name, age, and birthing day. "My name is Verity, sir. During the middle of the last sevenday, I turned eighteen turns." Verity smiled, a very small smile, but still a smile. She had enjoyed her birthing day. It had come and gone without any complications.
3. Where have you come from? "I have lived in Lateo Weyr my entire life, sir." Verity thought back to her very first memory, the memory of who's face she took to be her mother's. She hoped she had made her proud.
4. Do you have any skills? Belong to a Craft? "No, sir. I know a little bit of healing from helping out in the Infirmary." Her days at the Infirmary had been when she was a Drudge. This thought made her even more thankful that she was now a candidate, or at least, a hopeful cadidate.
5. Do you have any valuables that you would like locked up? "No, sir, I came with nothing valuable." Verity blushed slightly at this statement. She had never owned anything valuable, and was a little ashamed of her background as a Drudge.
6. Did you bring any pets with you? "Yes, I have Binsley, my feline." Verity acquired a very worried look on her face as he asked this question. Would she have to get rid of her precious Binsley, the only living thing in the world that she loved and that loved her? That would be absolutely devastating to her, but she would do it, actually she would do anything, to become a dragonrider-to-be.
"Thank you for your time, sir." Verity spoke softly, as always, and then turned to walk out the door.
((Written by Nixnivisumbra))
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Post by Drache on Nov 14, 2005 14:29:27 GMT -5
Rylene stood in the Candidate Master?s office, breathing hard and trying not to act like a fool. It had take turns to save up her courage and she was finally going to hopefully be a Candidate.
She was a little scatter-brained with all of her fear and excitement. But she manage to listen to the question and understand them. She answered the questions asked, though as she spoke her voice began to go higher and she spoke faster, trying to finish all of the questions in one breath it seemed.
1. Have you got a Search token? No sir, I am a Weyrbrat here?at Lateo Weyr been here my whole life.
2. Please list your name, age, and birthing day. Rylene. I am 15 turns old and my birthday is in summer. Actually more like late summer, sir.
3. Where have you come from? Lateo Weyr, sir.
4. Do you have any skills? Belong to a Craft? I work mostly in the kitchens sir, so I have some skill with cooking.
5. Do you have any valuables that you would like locked up? No sir, my mother has all of my stuff but none of it is really valuable.
6. Did you bring any pets with you? No my mother doesn?t like animals living indoors, so we never had any?sir
Rylene finished with a gasp. Her eyes watering slightly from the effort of saying all of that in one long breath.
((Written by Cerinthe))
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Post by Drache on Nov 14, 2005 14:31:06 GMT -5
Josue scuffed his feet on the stone floor of the Candidate Master's quarters. The man's gaze at him made him feel uncomfortable, but he was told that everyone who came here to be a candidate had to go through this, so he stood his ground as the questions came one after another.
"Do you have a search token?"
"Yes, sir..." He held out the token for the Candidate Master's approval.
"What is your name, age, and birthing day?"
"My name is Josue, sir, and I am twelve turns old."
"Where have you come from, Josue?"
"Ridge River Beasthold originally, sir, but I was at Keroon right before coming here."
"Do you have any skills, or belong to a craft?"
"No, sir. At least, I don't belong to a craft. I'm used to raising runners and herdbeasts, though. My grandmother was a Harper, too, and she taught me some music. I'm a decent hand at that." A smile smile of pride crept across his face.
"Do you have any valuables that you would like locked up?"
Josue blushed, looking away. "No sir...not really." He had his flute tucked away in his bags, but that really wasn't valuable except to him. He had been pretty poor after his parents had died, and having it brought up here made him uncomfortable.
"Did you bring any pets with you?"
Josue shook his head. "No sir, I don't have any pets."
The Candidate Master, seeming satisfied with that, told Josue that he would go, but would summon him again in a few weeks for a follow-up interview.
((Written by Wolfbro86))
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Post by Drache on Nov 14, 2005 14:32:19 GMT -5
Chani reported immediately to F'ren's office after she was chosen to stand. She could hardly contain her excitement as she answered the questions from the Candidate Master.
Have you got a Search token? "No sir," she replied. "I was chosen by green Berlith."
Please list your name, age, and birthing day. "My name is Chani, I am 17 turns and was born in early winter.
Where have you come from? "I was born here at Lateo Weyr. My father is A'zon, rider of Brown Miroth. My mother Tasare died several turns ago."
Do you have any skills? Belong to a Craft? "I have never had any formal training in any of the crafts but I have experience at weaving and some experience in healing."
Do you have any valuables that you would like locked up? "No sir." was her reply.
Do you have any pets? "I have my brown firelizard Frink sir. He is well behaved and doesn't usually cause any trouble." she said.
When the interview was over Chani went to her weyr and gathered her meager belongings and headed to the candidate barracks.
((Written by didster7))
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Post by Drache on Nov 14, 2005 14:34:05 GMT -5
Tomar, knocked heavily on the Candidate Masters door all the wile explaining his logic on having both of the interviews at once to his quiet friend Temor, ?my interview is scheduled to be right after yours right?? he didn?t wait for the answer that would not come and just continued talking, never even posing. ?But you never say much and it would be much faster just to get them both over with now? unless you want to talk to him by your self?? Tomar turned to his friend with a questioning look in his miss matched eyes, he hadn?t even thought of that.
Temor shook his head however, quite glad that Tomar had come up with this plan to get them both over with, he had no desire to talk to the imposing Candidate Master on his own, and he knew that if Tomar was with him he would not have to say much if anything at all. Tomar new him better then anyone else and always did the talking when they where together.
Reassured Tomar smiled and began knocking again, all the talking all the wile. ?Thanks Temor I?m glad you understand, to be honest I didn?t really want to talk to him on my own either, though its not like I?m afraid of him, just a bit nerves, I mean this interview is going to decide whether or not we get to stand at all, and I know my father would never forgive me if I didn?t even try for a dragon.? That was all too true, fearful and shy where the last words anyone would use to describe Tomar. But though he seemed a bit foolish and childish at times, there was a sharp logic behind those strange orbs that he seemed to hide.
Temor saw it however, and was all the more glad that Tomar was with him.
((Written by NamelessLilly58))
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Post by Drache on Nov 14, 2005 14:35:22 GMT -5
Kistanal got everything she thought she would be asked ready. A few of the other candidate had talked about the interview, so she had a basic idea of what to expect, but was still unsure. She brought along a search token as she went to her interview, wondering what would happen.
1. Have you got a Search token?
Kistanal held out a sweaty palm, showing the token she had thought to be bring. "Yessir." She withdrew her hand and letit fall to her side limply. She chewed her lip, hoping she wasn't wrong to show him, and wondering if she should have said yes... But then she gained confidence when she realized she would not be the first nor the last to take such a interview.
2. Please list your name, age, and birthing day.
Kistanal nodded. "I'm Kistanal, but call me Kistana. I am 15 Turn's. But I will be sixteen by the next Hatching, I think." She add's quickly, not wanting to seem young or old. "My birthingday is in early, early winter. Right after the first frosting, usually."
3. Where have you come from?
"I am from a cothold, Sir. I lived with Lyela and Gyshun, my fosterparents." Kistanal stood proudly, trying to seem like she didn't care what anyone thought of her coming from a teeny cothold. She had not said anything of her heritage to nother candidate, but wondered if one could here her now. Would anyone laugh at her? But Kistanal realized she didn't care. The other candidates had problems just like her.
4. Do you have any skills? Belong to a Craft?
Kistanal nodded again. "I have some harper skills. Mostly only in song, but I can beat a drum or strum a Gitar if needed." Kistanal hesitated. "I can also weave a below-average tunic. They are not always Gather material, but very useful for dirty work."
Kistanal chewed her lower lip thoughtfully. "If possible, sir, I would like to learn about healing or weaving. I love to sing, but if I don't Impress I would like something to occupy me besides song."
5. Do you have any valuables that you would like locked up?
Kistanal's deep-in-emotion blu eyes cloud. "No sir..." Her head bowed, she waits for a snicker or something. But instead looks up to another question.
6. Did you bring any pets with you?
Kistanal think's of Kilia, a long-since dead canine of hers. She wished so badly Kilia was still here! Running a hand through brushed out waves of blonde hair, the girl shakes her head mournfully. She remembered hearing of other candidates having pet's. "If anyone abandon's any, I will care for them until they have a new home, sir." She in a high-and-mighty voice, as if she were granting a favor that caused her much strife. She no longer felt intimadated by the interview.
"Well, if that's it..." Kistanal backed away. "I will just be going now, thank you." The air of incompetence around her no longer was there, replaced by a very sure air of control. No longer afraid, Kistanal went to see if there were any chores to be done.
((Written by Shikura))
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Post by Drache on Dec 22, 2005 15:14:51 GMT -5
((You can go ahead and post J'zyn's flight. I've been really busy lately, so when I get some free time I'll just edit this post. Nothing big is going to happen during Eileith's first flight. She might be a little jarred when she lands, but that's it, so go ahead and let your charries react or just post their flight. )
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