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23.Apr.12, 01:17 AM
When: 10am - 2pm, 5th of Mid Winter, 231 AL
Where: Starts at Weyrling Barracks, progresses to the Southern Lake
Who: All the Weyrlings, WLM G'rem, 2 official WLMAs, 15 volunteer riders.
Approximate Dragonet Sizes: Golds: 3'7. Bronzes: 3'6. Blues: 3'4. Greens: 3'3.
G'rem was smugly pleased with himself this morning. He had just come back from the southern lake and suitably tested that it was quite cold. Perfect. His feet were only just passing the tingly stage in his boots, even with two pairs of thick socks and the thick lining of the shoes. The notice had been put up in the Weyrling Barracks for a few days now and he had no doubt that the Weyrlings would be excited to finally do something other than feed, bathe and oil their dragons or have to attend lectures.
There had been a test on their knowledge the day before, marking the end of their second month of weyrlinghood. It was all very simple information, things any rider worth their salt could recall at the drop of a hat; how, what and when to feed your dragon, the correct way to bathe and oil them as well as basic Weyr hierarchy. The results were mainly pleasing to G'rem, though some gave him great cause to frown. Further investigation via other dragons and riders had alerted him to the fact that a certain Weyrling was feeding his dragon things like meat rolls and some were still feeding the growing dragons more than twice a day. That would be dealt with today.
Standing at the entrance to the Weyrling Barracks he stared at the three who had already arrived; Greenriders Fayleri and Corraidhin and Bluerider Vialden. He gave them a curt nod, their early arrival showed their good time management skills as well as their knowledge of his keen sense of punctuality. Absently he tapped his stick on the ground, watching as the majority of his class arrived along with his two assistants and a handful of volunteers.
It is time. Remenath observed, his gaze dropping from the low winter sun to observe his rider. G'rem cleared his throat and he took a step forward, his stick thudding into the ground to command everyone's attention.
"As was noted on the bulletin, we are going to the southern lake today," he paused, letting the groans from the Weyrlings disipate. "Your dragons are not large enough to walk the journey, nor are they able to fly yet. These volunteers have offered to help ferry your dragons down. Luckily for you, you get to ride on the dragons too. Latecomers however, will walk until a dragon has completed its flight south."
G'rem stared at the class as laughter tittered through them, there were a scant few missing from their presense, most obviously the treasured Goldrider. The Weyrling Master had no desire to give Jada any slack just for riding a Gold. As a Weyrling, she would be treated like the rest of them until Krypth was older.
Once the class had settled he went about assigning a weyrling to each volunteer, careful to note the size of each rider's dragon. When he came to B'jin and Par'a linked arm in arm he sighed, of course they wanted to help. "Visltine will ride with myself and Remenath. Oruth will be flown south by Larrikith and Grith." He decided. "No funny stuff." He muttered to the Greenriders as they beamed at him.
Alright. PC Weyrlings may choose either an NPC to fly them down that they can control for their post, or team up with a PC rider. PC riders may elect to take an NPC Weyrling south. Limit of 5 PC riders.
Post your arrival and flight down to the lake! G'rem will be flying down at the front so you can assume he's there when you arrive. :)
Played by Featherpirate
Where: Starts at Weyrling Barracks, progresses to the Southern Lake
Who: All the Weyrlings, WLM G'rem, 2 official WLMAs, 15 volunteer riders.
Approximate Dragonet Sizes: Golds: 3'7. Bronzes: 3'6. Blues: 3'4. Greens: 3'3.
G'rem was smugly pleased with himself this morning. He had just come back from the southern lake and suitably tested that it was quite cold. Perfect. His feet were only just passing the tingly stage in his boots, even with two pairs of thick socks and the thick lining of the shoes. The notice had been put up in the Weyrling Barracks for a few days now and he had no doubt that the Weyrlings would be excited to finally do something other than feed, bathe and oil their dragons or have to attend lectures.
There had been a test on their knowledge the day before, marking the end of their second month of weyrlinghood. It was all very simple information, things any rider worth their salt could recall at the drop of a hat; how, what and when to feed your dragon, the correct way to bathe and oil them as well as basic Weyr hierarchy. The results were mainly pleasing to G'rem, though some gave him great cause to frown. Further investigation via other dragons and riders had alerted him to the fact that a certain Weyrling was feeding his dragon things like meat rolls and some were still feeding the growing dragons more than twice a day. That would be dealt with today.
Standing at the entrance to the Weyrling Barracks he stared at the three who had already arrived; Greenriders Fayleri and Corraidhin and Bluerider Vialden. He gave them a curt nod, their early arrival showed their good time management skills as well as their knowledge of his keen sense of punctuality. Absently he tapped his stick on the ground, watching as the majority of his class arrived along with his two assistants and a handful of volunteers.
It is time. Remenath observed, his gaze dropping from the low winter sun to observe his rider. G'rem cleared his throat and he took a step forward, his stick thudding into the ground to command everyone's attention.
"As was noted on the bulletin, we are going to the southern lake today," he paused, letting the groans from the Weyrlings disipate. "Your dragons are not large enough to walk the journey, nor are they able to fly yet. These volunteers have offered to help ferry your dragons down. Luckily for you, you get to ride on the dragons too. Latecomers however, will walk until a dragon has completed its flight south."
G'rem stared at the class as laughter tittered through them, there were a scant few missing from their presense, most obviously the treasured Goldrider. The Weyrling Master had no desire to give Jada any slack just for riding a Gold. As a Weyrling, she would be treated like the rest of them until Krypth was older.
Once the class had settled he went about assigning a weyrling to each volunteer, careful to note the size of each rider's dragon. When he came to B'jin and Par'a linked arm in arm he sighed, of course they wanted to help. "Visltine will ride with myself and Remenath. Oruth will be flown south by Larrikith and Grith." He decided. "No funny stuff." He muttered to the Greenriders as they beamed at him.
Alright. PC Weyrlings may choose either an NPC to fly them down that they can control for their post, or team up with a PC rider. PC riders may elect to take an NPC Weyrling south. Limit of 5 PC riders.
Post your arrival and flight down to the lake! G'rem will be flying down at the front so you can assume he's there when you arrive. :)
Played by Featherpirate
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They may be mentioned in passing, however. Please view their profiles and keep them in character.
They may be mentioned in passing, however. Please view their profiles and keep them in character.
