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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!




Currently: Winter 01.745 al
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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[G] [C] [EVENT] 742.04.26 | Contemplation
4PM | Solo

B'jin
of Green Larrikith

Date of Birth
23.06.683 AL, 61
Height
5'9
Eyes
Brown
Build
Sturdy, softly fit
Hair
Blonde, Silver

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102
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Written By: ThistleProse
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B’jin had begged an hour for himself, which of course meant he’d had to make his wishes known through means other than speech, since speech was still something he wasn’t capable of. It was also something everyone but he was convinced would never be his again. So he’d kissed R’nd, and shaken his head with a small smile when the bluerider offered to accompany him. He’d taken his favourite towel, and a clean change of clothes, and made his way to their favourite bathing room, slipping in and closing the door behind him. B’jin didn’t lock it, in case R’nd decided to come find him at a later time, but knew the bluerider would give him at least an hour to himself before he came searching. Maybe even longer, depending on if he found something to entertain himself, but considering B’jin’s current health, and the deaths that were happening across all the Weyrs, B’jin didn’t think he’d be left along for overly long. He was surprised R’nd hadn’t insisted on coming just to make sure the bath was safe.

Rolling his eyes fondly to himself, B’jin had stripped and slipped into the hot water, sighing contentedly as the heat soaked into his muscles and warmed him up thoroughly. It had been too long since he’d had a relaxing bath. Washing was one thing, but actually lounging in the bath water and enjoying the heat for no other reason than pure enjoyment was something else entirely and B’jin felt it had definitely been far too long. Unfortunately, that reminded him of his current limitations, and one wet hand rose to brush gentle fingertips across the healing wound. It was still stitched, and he was still on a liquid diet – which still hurt to much to swallow for him to fight for chewed foods. B’jin sighed; he already missed the sound of his own voice and while there had been some teasing thrown his way it had been half-hearted and had stopped once the teaser was told his voice wouldn’t be coming back. B’jin still refused to believe it.

How could something as powerful and personal as his voice be gone? He’d always had his voice, B’jin couldn’t even remember being so sick as to lose it, and he’d always taken good care of it – especially when he was an active Harper – that losing it was unfathomable! He sighed again, but despite wanting to test his chances, he refrained. B’jin didn’t want to end up with some half voice because he was impatient and tried to talk before his throat was healed properly. If he didn’t get his voice back, it was going to be the fault of the bastard that caused the injury, and the Healers, who had been too useless to put it back together properly! Not his fault for trying to use it too soon.

Tipping his head forward, B’jin scrubbed his hair in the water without soaking his stitches; it hurt a bit, but he’d been warned not to get the stitches too wet and he didn’t want to be put on sponge baths because he couldn’t keep them dry enough! Carefully putting himself upright again, B’jin brushed the water towards the back of his head as he sighed again. All of this, of course, was overlaid with the weirdest type of grief that came with the latest murders; Goldrider Ashara had been the latest victim, but it was the brownriders that had accompanied her between that confused B’jin the most. N’mall had always been a spiteful and mean spirited bastard – even if B’jin was sure he’d been loved deeply in his twisted way – but B’jin had never fathomed that N’mall could actually be capable of murder.

But the bigger question to him, was that if N’mall were the one who was responsible for all the murders and mayhem, had he also been responsible for the injury B’jin had sustained?

The most common of sense said yes, but B’jin wasn’t sure. He didn’t remember much about the attack, but he was sure the body he’d been pulled up against in the moments before the knife bit into his skin, was not N’malls… But then, on the other hand, it had been more than a decade since he’d been anywhere near the brownrider, so how would he know he hadn’t changed? Surely he would have changed, but so much so that B’jin couldn’t recognise him when he was held? He’d certainly been thrown around by the brownrider enough in their many years together to recognise the hold, so how could he not recognise that N’mall was the one doing the holding?

Maybe it had been the other rider? D’ser?

That was confusing, too. B’jin couldn’t think of anything he had ever done to piss off D’ser enough to have him be a target, and even going to visit the young Nerili, from what he understood he’d been on his way there before the girl had died? Or was it after? Surely if it had been before the murderer could have just bypassed him and murdered her at a later date, so he must have – no, he would have hard her dragon cry out and the keening if she’d died before he had gotten to her weyr and he had not. So why would the murderer attack him, then go on to kill her, when they could have just moved their grand plan to another time and date? Had B’jin been targeted? If so, why wasn’t he dead? Surely if he’d been actually targeted he wouldn’t have survived?

B’jin made a rusty sounding groan of frustration and snatched up a wash cloth to scrub at his face with, trying to scrub away the whirling thoughts that hadn’t left him alone since he’d been conscious long enough after the attack to start thinking, and which had only gotten more complicated and confusing since N’mall and D’ser had died. The only relief from it all, of course, was the note that had been left – the one stating that N’mall and D’ser had been involved and now were both dead – which gave hope that no more murders would follow.

Snorting out a breath, B’jin slapped a hand on the water, making it splash up, and glared at the surface, trying once more to clear his mind of the horrible events, and the men and women who were involved in one way or another… which brought his mind to Parella, and B’jin bit his bottom lip. He loved the crazy old greenrider and her ridiculous dragon, and knew they would be sorely missed by almost everyone that had ever set foot in Katila. He was sad she hadn’t gotten to go out on her own terms like she’d always sworn she would; that she and Grith would have a grand party before saying their final farewells and going out with a grate flair. It was such a Par’a thing to want to do, and it would have suited her beautifully. Instead, the bastard stole her from the world with a sniff of a flower… She didn’t get her final farewell, or to even make that last trip with her beloved dragon. That alone broke B’jin’s heart in a way he couldn’t explain.

And he’d almost joined her; his thoughts travelled back to his own attack, to the injury he now carried, to the lingering threat of never speaking again. He loved talking! He loved singing! He’d been doing both for as long as he could remember! What was he supposed to do without his voice? How could he express himself fully? How could he talk to his friends? He could never tell R’nd how much he loved him. He’d never get to say his daughter’s name, or tease his son as they sang together. B’jin wanted nothing so much as to sink under the surface of the water and soak in the heat with every inch of his body for as long as his lungs could hold out. Instead, he climbed out of the pool to scrub himself with the washcloth and soapsand so hard his skin turned a ruddy red of objection before he slunk back into the pool to rinse off.

R’nd is starting to get antsy. Larrikith said, breaking through her rider’s thoughts and soothing him gently. B’jin sighed, and ran a hand through his wet hair. At least he had his dragon, for all her sass and attitude, she loved him and she was a means of communication that was still available to him; he was glad she wasn’t shy about talking to anyone she decided she needed or wanted to. B’jin smiled slightly and sighed again. Tell him he can join me, if he wants. Otherwise I’ll be heading home in a few minutes. This bath wasn’t nearly as relaxing as I hoped it would be. B’jin cupped his hands together, and lifted them, watching as the water escaped through his fingers, and dripped down his arms and back into the pool.

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