Post by Carni on Dec 26, 2009 7:35:51 GMT -5
Facts:
- It's the beginning of the 7th Pass since the arrival
- The Weyr is located in the jungle of the Southern Continent, an ideal place for dragons and firelizards
- Sylvan Weyr is uncanon - we have four new colors - Crimson, Sable, Chrome and Mauve
- Firelizards are quite common, and our shop holds many other goodies for you to buy in the meantime
- The new mutant colors are highly frowned upon, expect much drama and trouble to occur!
- With the Gather happening soon, a huge load of contests and funny things to do is coming nearer!
- Our team is always welcoming new ideas and suggestions!
- Candidates! (always needed, always welcome)
- Older Riders (dragons 3+ Turns of age, including a few bronzeriders)
- Weyrfolk
Story:
Half a turn ago, great tragedy struck Sylvan Weyr.
Sylvan Weyr had always been isolated in the South, protecting a single Hold from Thread while contact to the Northern Continent grew thinner and thinner until it finally died down. Sylvan Weyr had been flourishing over decades, recovering from a Plague with ease, but when the Red Star showed up above the Starstones for the seventh time since the first settlers arrived, the worst happened.
Sylvan Weyr's Senior Gold went between when her rider died from an infection, leaving the Weyr without a Queen, without any dragon that could clutch. With Threadfall nearing the prospering Weyr suddenly faced extinction. Their Queen had always been healthy, still young enough to clutch one or two golden daughters... but now she was gone. Wiped from Pern by a simple infection her rider had caught. Sylvan Weyr seemed doomed. In their despair, Sylvan riders sought for help in their Archive, discovering a number of old documents that told them about the Northern Continent where other Weyrs--not just one--should be. One of them would surely help them out! They wouldn't let a Weyr die! The hold needed their protection, the Weyr had to be strong to face fifty Turns of Thread! A party was formed under the Brownrider R'len, a trustworthy man who would be diplomatic enough to explain their situation carefully. They used old maps they had found to start their journey adragonback. Without coordinates they could not go between directly but had to fly the whole way up north...
With the hope of their whole Weyr resting on their shoulders, a small group of dragonriders left Sylvan Weyr, seeking help up North, hoping that a Queen would come and settle down in the much warmer Southern climate.
Two months passed.
R'len had promised to return before the first Thread fell above Sylvan Weyr, promised to return no matter how far they had come, but when the silvery rain begun to fall, the Sylvan riders had to face it without the small group of riders, without R'len. Without hope. Sylvan Weyr was destined for doom. In the midst of the Fall, their old Weyrleader, G'ram, died from a heart attack, sending both him and his bronze between to never come back again. The Weyr was in shock, losing not one but both leaders so shortly after another. A'der, G'ram's second, barely managed to keep the wings from breaking apart during the rest of his fall, distracted by yet another odd occurrence.
A dragon had appeared out of nowhere. A red dragon. A female dragon, judging by how her slender wings were cutting through the sky, carrying her seemingly effortlessly towards the line of Thread. Red, yes, but going by her size, A'der had hoped for a split second that she was a Queen - sent from the Northern Weyrs to save Sylvan, hence her red hide! But the Crimson was not a Queen. She had chewed firestone and A'der's hopes went up in flames like the Thread in front of her. He felt hollow. Lost. He could not weaken the Weyr yet again by sending another group North.
The Weyrleader was dead, and R'len probably was too.
Sylvan Weyr was without a Queen. Without a Leader. Without hope.
Two Sevendays after her arrival, the Crimson rose to the first flight of her young life, growing heavy with eggs after being caught by a brown. Nobody knew what these eggs would bring to Sylvan, nobody could be sure that the Crimson was truly their savior... the new Hatchlings - if the eggs were even alive - could as well end life as it had been known by Sylvan's inhabitants once and for all. Frankly, A'der had not stepped down for the Brownrider who won the Crimson, neither had Theresa been chosen as new Weyrwoman, the question of leadership still open...
Thirteen dragons hatched.
For the first time in over a Turn, dragons hatched on the Sands of Sylvan Weyr. But the thirteen that survived were frowned upon. They were Crimson Dafnierth's offspring, sporting three new colors the Weyr had never seen before and a second Crimson that never lived to impress. The Weyr is in turmoil, the peace held by A'der in danger... ...will the new colors be allowed to stay? Will they even rise and clutch themselves? Can they be a useful asset to Sylvan Weyr's small wings? So many questions... so few answers... The first Turn of the 7th Pass is nearing its end and with a Gather at the end of it, the Council will meet again, the Rulers of Pern possibly deciding about the future of the new colors. A'der's weak defence stands between them and a Lord that never quite liked the dragonriders...