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2023/08/04 Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
2023/01/07 Welcome to the New Year! We are now ELEVEN years old! Thank you, all of you, for your love and writing! I am looking forward to spending another year with youall! In addition, a new Default colour scheme is in progress and will hopefully be available soon! All my love! ThistleProse
2022/07/29 Gold Malvayth and Bronze Xyxyth clutch is Hatching! Come and join the shenannigans 743.08.03 | NIGHT STALKERS HATCHING and bring the popcorn!
2022/05/11 Gold Malvayth has Flown, caught by Bronze Xyxyth of A'tay. Their Hatching will be PC, and take place in Telgar in August around the 20-22nd! Update your Candidate Applications and prepare for some fun!
2022/04/21 New default layout! I hope you enjoy it! If you find any bugs, please report them in the discord #bug-squishing channel!
05/JUL It’s Hatching time!! Come take part in the shenanigans here
30/JUN Gold Thallyath of Ista Weyr has laid a clutch! More information here
27/JUN A bluerider, and then a greenrider, are found dead. More information here
25/JUN The Touching is up! Take part here
30/MAY After the Touching, many Candidates found themselves preyed upon in the form of their food. More information here
18/MAY Another goldrider - Ameris of Benden - is attacked. More information here
05/MAY Multiple individuals are attacked whilest out of the Weyr! More information here
04/MAY Take a chance OOC and guess who you think the murderer is! You can win prizes! More information here
03/MAY Goldrider Cazan and her twin brother Cazelarias are attacked. More information here
24/APR Goldrider Ashara of Fort is murdered by two brownriders. More information here
12/APR Searchrider B’jin was attacked at Telgar Weyr, surffering a slash to his throat. While in Benden, bluerider B’dor is found dead in his weyr. More info here
05/APRMore attacks occurred today. More information here
03/APRMultiple individuals found their death this day; more information here and here
28/MAR Tragedy has struck again! Across all the Weyrs, multiple people - primarily dragonriders - have fallen ill after eating muffins. There have been multiple deaths, and others are in criticle condition. More information here
24/MAR Weyrwoman Ameris and her son, Rislan, poisoned! More information here
18/MAR Benden’s Weyrleader M’ris and his children have been poisoned! Resulting in sickness and death. More information here
18/MAROn 18.03.742 Bronzerider A’dris of Vyaniorth was found dead in his personal bathing pool. He appears to have drowned after drinking an excess of alcohol. Afterwards it was realized that Machiya of Gold Cameth from Telgar Weyr had disappeared. Having never arrived at her destination, it is suspected she had an accident between.
11/MAR Gold Racoth of Donmaline went between taking Bronze Beruth of T’rel with her shortly after she had been caught, due to T’rel strangling Donmaline. He did not survive. more info
25/FEB Congratulations and thank-you to Guest for taking on a moderator role! <3
14/FEB Stars Above PC Hatching Link
06/JAN :o new layout is a WiP. Please report bugs in Discord.
01/JAN Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year!




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Monthly Event
2024-February
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Welcome to the Month of Lovetm! This month's Monthly Event is all about Romance, whether it is asking someone out on a date, or getting sweaty between the sheets! Anything and everything counts, if it even looks sideways like it could be related to Valentine Day -- including lover's spats, or breaking up, Flights Wins (or Flight Losses!). Honestly, this month has a huge opportunity for interpertation, so go wild!



2023-December
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Ahh, the fresh snow, the crisp air, the naked trees... welcome to Winter! Or, just the Colder Months for those in the more Northern Weyrs, while Ista is just... not as hot. But it is time to enjoy the end of the Turn, so folks should get together, spend some time gossiping, and drinking Hot Chocolate (alcohol and marshmallows opional)... does Pern even have marshmallows????? (they do now!)



2023-November
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Feel like bitching? Wanna take part in a brawl? Or bet on someone? Take part in Brawls and Bitching this month! Boo-yeah!



2023-October
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Thistle flunked this month; You can still post until the end of November as a result <3
Experience, tell or hide from a Spooky Story!



2023-September
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The flu is running rampant, colds are clogging noses, and someone might have lost a limb?



2023-August
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Partake this month by going fishing... or anything that occurs while fishing, or dealing with fish!



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A Changed Opinion [Solo]

C'dhin
of Green Coroth

Date of Birth
09.02.708, 31
Height
6'0
Eyes
Pale Green
Build
Cuddly
Hair
Dark blonde

Threads
8
Posts
65

Written By: SunsetWay
#1
Unlike most of the residents of Katila, C’dhin didn’t overly mind the nonstop drizzle that occasionally turned into a torrent of rain. His poor fair skin was returning to exactly that; losing its red tones from a burn he had suffered a month before that faded into a lingering tan. He had grown used to sporting the tanned skin but it always felt odd to him, as if he was dirty. Scrubbing naturally never helped but it eased the mild distress his mind would slip into once in a while when it was convinced he was covered in dirt or grime when he was about to play in the kitchens. Coroth always found it funny to watch him bathe in those times since, as she put it, he was scrubbing his skin as roughly as he sometimes did her hide.

Even with the enjoyment of a muted and sometimes altogether hidden sun, C’dhin never wanted, nor did he think it would ever happen, a flooded river that reached almost to his safe haven of a kitchen and made for a mucky walk to his little hut that was close to the river’s edge. Sandbags and stones were placed like a fence a bit away from his hut in an attempt to keep everything dry and safe, but every day he wondered if it was enough.

None of it mattered in the end.

There had been many drinks, dances, and laughs during the celebration of a fully successful Hatching and C’dhin enjoyed himself until he was queasy. Somehow, he made his way home and even more impressive was the fact he had done so alone. Not one assisted him – that he could remember – and no one had stayed as company or to use him as entertainment. The amount of drinking everyone was doing and the slightly early hour he had left at likely had something to do with that. As it was, he had passed out as soon as he hit the bed, with only one boot managed to come off.

It wasn’t the keening that woke him a few hours before sunrise; it was the rocks and muck slamming into his hut that had his attention just before the dragons started their songs of death. C’dhin! It’s bad. It’s so very bad! Get up and get out! Coroth’s screech and the panic in her mind voice sent the greenrider flailing in every direction as he clamoured out of bed and to his window. The bedroom faced away from the river but he the mountain could be seen in the distance during daylight. Unfortunately, it was seen in the dark right then as well in the form of a landslide that had taken out his neighbours and was starting to work on his hut.

As he stood there gawking, the levels of mud and debris spread in his direction, clearly finding the damage from the river lacking in his area of the Weyr. C’dhin stumbled away from the window seconds before it shattered and the mountain made itself at home within his hut. The mud was almost too his knees before the shocked greenrider fumbled his way through the bedroom for the door into the living room. The mud followed him but C’dhin gave it all he had to keep ahead of what poured through the doorway. The creaking his hut made from the strain it was under was far scarier than the fact he no longer had a floor and C’dhin knew he had to obey his shrieking dragon and get out.

He wasn’t going before he grabbed something first though. He clamoured up the couch and pulled down the large parchment that he had tacked up turns earlier. A drawing of Coroth as a tiny dragonet sitting beside him was one of his favourite things he owned and C'dhin wasn’t going to lose it! It was rolled up and tucked into his tunic to help keep it safe as he aimed for safety.

The bedroom collapsed as he was almost to the living room door and C’dhin didn’t need to look back to know the remainder of the hut was following suit. He barely made it out and suspected he wouldn’t have done so without injury if it wasn’t for Coroth sticking her head in the door for him to grab onto her neck. She heaved him along as she jumped back, pausing only long enough for C’dhin to once more gawk as he watched his hut completely fall into more pieces than he was certain it had started in on the first day of building. It was upsetting but the keening reminded him it wasn’t nearly as tragic as it could have been. He had been inside there seconds ago! He could be why the dragons were mourning right then.

Not wanting to ponder life and death any longer with rocks starting to slide along with the mud that seemed to be slowing down some, C’dhin climbed up his dragon and Coroth didn’t wait for directions but simply took off to get them airborne and to a presumably safer location. “We should help, shouldn’t we? I’m not hurt. I don’t think I am.” C’dhin glanced down at himself. He was muddy and apparently missing a boot but he didn’t think he had sustained even a bruise. It would have been so simple to stay in the air or perhaps go to the lake and wait until they were called to reunite but C’dhin couldn’t be that selfish and he knew Coroth wouldn’t stand for it either.

“Let’s check the damage first. We’ll go from there.” C’dhin grew somber as they circled low and he saw the destruction and just how lucky he had been. The landslide had clearly been slowed from the destruction it had caused before reaching the inner ring of huts that were closer to the Square than the mountain and he had lucked out by having time to wake and leave. A few huts, or where it looked like some had once stood, were given a longer inspection but C’dhin didn’t need to actually put his feet on the ground to know there wouldn’t have been survivors in the mess.

When Coroth landed on a larger pile of rubble so they could try listening for cries of help, C’dhin ended up nearly falling off her back in his efforts to get down to vomit. A tail, a dragon’s tail, was seen coming out from another pile of what was once a hut. A dragon had been caught up in the landslide and had a hut or more fall on him – it seemed blue from his distance – and it was too much for his stomach that hadn’t fully settled after a fair consumption of Katilan wine.

“We’re helping everyone we can.” It was a statement of fact and even if Coroth wanted to argue, C’dhin wouldn’t allow it. He gave his normally chipper green a moment to mourn the fallen dragon as he adjusted his tunic and made sure the painting within would stay where it was as he moved. Once that was done, C’dhin called out that he was there to help and started following the muffled voices he heard, intent on saving every last one of them.

He suddenly understood his dragon’s hatred of rain and changed his opinion of the weather pattern.

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