HTTYD/SoD Clan Roleplay: The Rise of Earthguard

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Thank you!

Thank you so much for this map, Lady Brasa. You have everything down perfect. I shall put it up as a reference for other roleplayers, if that is ok. =)

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Questions questions questions

I have a question about SoD locations.

 

I get where the RP generally takes place in canon, but where in the SoD timeline, specifically, are we? Have the places in the expansions been discovered yet? I was thinking of referencing the various SoD events and quests as part of Tally's past and using one of the places and characters from the expansions, but that will not make much sense if we're not supposed to have been there yet.

 

I guess I mean "what does it mean when it says between year four and five" XD

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I assumed we are where the

I assumed we are where the game currently is as far as the timeline, meaning the expansions have happened and RTTE is happening? I mentioned Speed Stingers and Deathsongs, and we have Valkor the Snow Wraith, which means at least the - what was it? second season of RTTE has happened?

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Timeline

I have a brief section about the timeline in the info post, but I will expand on it.

 

Everything up to the latest expansion pack, the one called Battle for the Edge, and the latest independent quests have happened, with the exception that battle events only just started happening in our RP. It has been perhaps around one to two months since the Battle of the Edge expansion pack events occurred, and all Race to the Edge episodes have happened.

 

Basically, what hasn't happened is How to Train Your Dragon 2.. and the upcoming season of Race to the Edge (Can't wait!!). 

 

Another Important Note: 

Even though all of us play through the same quests/missions in the Game, I don't think everybody should reference to getting deathsong baby or razorwhip egg in the same manner, if you know what I mean. Not everybody can be the one to go with Heather to the Ship Graveyard and rescue the eggs, and not everybody can be the person to find the abandoned deathsong, or be the one to rescue the adult armorwing. Who gets to claim what event is probably going to be on a first come-first serve basis, and must be collaborated between RPers.  

 

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Spiffing!

Firstly: apologies. That post doesn't say what I wanted to say at all. I was getting tired when I wrote it and I knew it wasn't coming out right. Despite that, it's cleared up my confusion - I wasn't sure if "between year four and five" would mean "somewhere in the middle of the current SoD plot".

 

I was mostly concerned that we might want to avoid spoilers and/or confusion by leaving out the expansions entirely, in case anyone hasn't finished them yet or couldn't/didn't want to play them.

 

I get what you're trying to say about major plot events - sometimes the game makes you a bit of a Sue in the way it slots you into the story, which is fine for the game as that's sort of the point, but we're trying to avoid that.

 

However, I don't really see why anyone needs to be the one person who rescued the Armour Wing or helped the gang drive off Harald Forkbeard or helped find the Dragon Eye lens: I'm sure the Dragon Hunters captured more than one Armour Wing in their time, and there could have been more than one person there to see off Forkbeard, and there was an awful lot of stuff on Icestorm Island... you get the idea. We were kind of all there - if more than one person wants to use the same major plot point or "event" in their backstory, surely we can work out how to share? XD

 

Personally, I planned to suggest I'd bumped into/assisted a certain character in not-especially-specific ways enough times to be friendly with them, and to use "minor" events like wild dragon encounters from the expansions, which could happen to anyone at any time, rather than putting myself in the middle of everything. So I'm pretty happy now that my own plans are OK. Cheers!

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Morning Struggles

Herze slowly blinked her eyes open. She felt suffocated, which wasn't really surprising when she found the massive dragon curled around her, nearly on top of her. Spikes were pressing into her shoulder blades and a wing was draped around her, all too familiar and all too painfull to be comfortable. She sighed and rolled over onto her back. She figured she could let the dragon sleep for a little longer, maybe she could even doze off again as well, but the grumbling in her stomach cut that plan short. ''Valkor...'' She groaned. No reaction. ''Valkooooor..'' She tried again, a little louder this time. Finally, the dragon's eyes opened and seemed to immediatly zero in on her. ''Hey there, buddy.'' She mumbled through a yawn. ''Aren't you hungry? I'm hungry.'' She smiled lazily at him. Valkor huffed and shook out his wings, taking it for the 'get up and get eating' it was meant to be. Now that the heavy wing didn't surround her anymore, Herze had no trouble getting to her feet. ''What are you thinking, buddy? Eggs, tomatoes? I think I planted some dragon nip.'' She started listing off all possible breakfast options as they walked to the farm. 

 

Valkor squinted at her, suspiciously. Herze thought that maybe the Snow Wraith was still just tired, but it became clear that he knew something she didn't when they arrived at their farming ground and saw nothing. No crops, no eggs, the sheep were all shaven and the yaks were dry. ''Couldn't you have told me before we went all the way here?'' She tried to pass off the blame. She'd completely forgotten to plant something and feed the animals yesterday. Valkor wasn't having any of it and nudged her towards the food shelves. Nothing to be found there either. ''Right. We need a job, get some more coins and buy food.'' She concluded. Three steps to her plan, it couldn't be that hard. Luckily, the job board wasn't far away. She trotted over, followed by Valkor. She didn't bother with the farm produce jobs and skipped right over them to the fish.

 

''Halibut...Do we have that?'' She asked her dragon. She got nothing but a steel glare back. ''I'll take that as a no. Brown trout?'' She continued, looking back again. The same glare greeted her. ''Well, what do we have?'' Valkor poitendly turned around and made his way to the fish basket, curtly toppling it over with his tail. Eels. They had eels. ''Don't be like that. Here, see-'' She held up the job poster for eels. ''All we have to do is get these to Johann and we'll be set.'' She stated, a little to cheerily. With how much Valkor disliked eels, there was no doubt she was going to end up carrying  them. She hastily shoved all the eels back in the basket and lifted it over her shoulder. ‘’No trouble.’’ She smiled. 

 

The basket made a heavy thud sound when she dropped it in front of the merchant some time later. ‘’I have brought you eels.’’ She announced cheerily as she opened the basket and pulled out a hand full of the fish. ‘’Aye, Herze! Good to see you, lass. I need about ten of those eels there.’’ Herze nodded along and started counting how many were in the basket. She handed over ten and tossed the other two back in the basket. she’d find a use for them. ‘’Those good? I also need some seeds, something edible, and feed for my animals, three for the chicken, a yak feed and four sheep.’’ She listd off to the merchant. Johann nodded and went through his stock for a second before he returned. ‘’Here you go.’’ Johann responded, handing over the products. Herze smiled at him and made ready to say her goodbyes when something on the clan boards caught her eye. A new poster stood out among the old and fading ones. 

 

‘’What’s that?’’ She asked Johann. ‘’A viking came by today- Mariella- said she was starting a new clan. A good kid, that one. I remember when I met her father-‘’ Herze tuned him out after that, already used to the way Johann made everything a story-telling opportunity. She made some vague noises and gestures to imply she was listening as she walked over to the board and took the poster off. She’d been thinking of finding a clan, something for her and Valkor to do besides the odd jobs the inhabitants of Berk send them on every day. They could make some friends, join in on fun clan activities that they’d only been able to watch from the sidelines, the whole nine yards. She carefully reads the poster over as Johann talks to her. The poster charmed her. ‘Make a difference’. It spoke out to her and she knew that valkor would, albeit grudgingly, agree. With the poster tucked in the cuff on her right arm, she walked back to Johann, finally tuned in again. ‘’-And that’s when I realized I had the world’s strangest plant and five ships following me, so naturally-‘’ Herze blinked in confusion for a second before she caught her ground. ‘’That’s fascinating, Johann, but I really have to go.’’ She interrupted him. ‘’Of course, Herze.’’  The trader didn’t seem to mind the interruption too much. ‘’I should get going, too. You know where to find me. Good day, lass.’’ He saluted. Herze nodded and waved, making her way back to Valkor. 

 

‘’We have another stop today after the farm.’’ She told him as they walked back. ‘’Earthguard’s clan poster,’’ She said as she showed the dragon the poster tucked between her arm cuff. ‘’Explore new lands, make new friends,’’ She began reciting from memory. She noticed the Snow Wraith slowly become more interested as she went on. ‘’Sounds pretty neat, huh?’’ She smiled. Valkor sniffed once and grumbled. ‘’Admit it, you’d love that.’’ She teased as she poked him in the jaw. He playfully snapped his teeth at her finger and she chuckled. 

 

As soon as they arrived at the farm, Herze made work of feeding the animals and planting the seeds while Valkor draped a net over the small fishing pool. They shared the fish between them, Herze taking a little longer to prepare them first. Once their bellies were full and properly fed for an active day, they headed out again. Herze jumped up and as per usual, Valkor caught her mid jump and flew off, making a beeline for the stables. The hard part was to write a letter that would leave a good enough impression to get them in. Herze sorely remembered some of the demands certain clans had. To her it sometimes read as ‘before you can apply, you need to have heroically saved the whole earth at least once’. She snorted out a laugh at her own thought and started writing. It took two hours to get her thought properly collected, organized and on paper. She read it over twice and decided she was satisfied with it. Before she could change her mind, she attached the letter to one of the terrors and threw it a fish. ''How about a game of Fire Frenzy?'' She asked Valkor, watching the Terror take off. She was feeling a little jittery, what if they weren't accepted?  Valkor nudged her and when she looked over at him she could tell he was amused. She nudged him back and shook the feeling. ''I'm not nervous, you're nervous.'' She joked. 

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The next morning Rubinesse

The next morning Rubinesse got up early. Her back still hurt a little, she had been working in her garden for hours after she had come back to Berk yesterday. But nevertheless she felt pretty enthusiatic about her plan to take Gothic to the flight club today. If she wanted to join a clan they would better become good flyers without leaving a trail of destruction behind them...

When she left her hut she almost stepped on a white Whooly Howl with red "mane". She stumbled and nearly fell on the grass next to him. "Phoenix, what are you doing on my doorstep??" The dragon opened his eyes, yawned and streched his legs and wings. It was Winoras best friend/pal/boyfriend Phoenix who was, like it seemed, trying to get her attention. "Have you been waiting for Winnie? Have you been here on our doorstep all night long? I'm not sure if she's awake yet..." Rubinesse was smiling when she went around the house and got some vegetables from her garden for breakfast. These two were so cute.

Winnie had woken up now too and came to Rue to give her a good morning - nuzzle. Rubinesse ran her hand over the dragons gold brown scales that stood in different directions just like human hair does in the morning. "It's okay with me if you take the day off and go see Phoenix, Winnie. Gothic and I will be at the Training Grounds for some hours I guess."

 

Rue's Whispering Death seemed pretty excited about the idea of training their flying skills and he even seemed to like the idea when she told him about her plans to join Earthguard. He was in a good mood today which usually makes everything easier. Nonetheless, right after a brisk start, Rubinesse fell off him and into a tree when he did an unexpected turn. It's not easy to hold on to a dragon that is covered in sharp spikes... With some small bruises and scratches Rue re-climbed Gothics back and they made it to the Training Grounds without further problems. "I think we gotta get you a saddle soon. It will make it easier for me to stay on your back. ...And urgently, we have to earn some flying skills, too."  "...Both of us" she added when he was hissing huffily.

 

But Gothic found back to his good mood from earlier this morning and the Flight Club lessons went so well that Rue was really proud of them both. She gave him a halibut that she had brought for him. "If we continue practicing we'll be good flyers in no time. We'll be unstoppable. Dragon hunters and other villains, beware! Haha" Gothic made some motivated whispering-death-sound and tried to find another halibut in Rue's bag, almost breaking the straps.

"But there is one thing that I wanna do before we return to Berk. After this lesson I feel more confident. Let's get to the school and look for one of these Mail Terrible Terrors. ...And GOTHIC! Stop eating the fish from my bag!! We need it to send the Mail!" But the little orange Terrible Terror she found some minutes later was okay with half of a salmon and took off with the letter:

 

Dear Earthguardians,

 

I've seen your posters around school and I'd like to join your clan. I'm 25, live in Berk and I'm working part-time for Gothi. I have a Whispering death and a Whooly Howl. My dragons and I aren't the best flyers yet but we are practicing so we can join in on your adventures.

I'm looking forward to hear from you! You can send me a Terrible Terror Mail to 44 farmlands, Berk.

 

Thank you!

Yours sincerely,

 

Rubinesse

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An Awkward Meeting (Day 2, Noontime)

Almost immediately after asking the freckled, ginger-haired woman about joining Earthguard, Mariella noticed a flash of blue at the corner of her eye. For a moment she was frozen in shock, because the woman standing before her had beautiful hair like she'd never seen; It was dyed blue-blue as a sapphire gem, the sea, the sky, or perhaps blue fire- a trait commonly found in the Picts. She read about the Picts in her studies but had never met one. Today was certainly going to be a interesting day.

 

The two woman's eyes met, and she knew she had to say hello. "Good afternoon!" Mariella greeted her, smiling and waving. "I have to say, you have such lovely hair... Hey, you don't happen to be looking for a clan to join, are you?" she asked.

 

Mariella's heart started to race. What am I getting myself into? she wondered. I'm not usually so bold. I mean- I wanted to create this clan to help myself grow and help the world at the same time, but... Almost as if reading her mind and self-doubt, Jasper nudged up against Mariella to comfort her. He smiled warmly at the Vikings and their dragons. Mariella pat his head then looked back at the two Viking woman.

 

"It would be amazing if we could all be a team. We could help both dragons and Vikings and other people together. We could really make a difference! What do you say?"

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In which Agnes is a terrible recruiting officer.

 Tally looked back and forth between the two Vikings, and concluded that the girl with the Gronckle must have been talking to the blue-haired Viking all along. Tally never got invited to join things, at least not for long. And that hair really was fabulous. Fortunately, before she could truly go off on one about the marvels of woad, Agnes gently nudged the arm with the poster tucked under it, shunting Tally a step forward.

 

"Oh, I'm sorry. Agnes wrecked your poster. Not on purpose, I should add, she just didn't notice it. Did you do these yourself? The calligraphy is excellent, reminds me of..." Agnes nudged her again. "Oh, never mind. I thought I had better let you know so you could put up another. Or if you have another one handy I suppose I could do it - I won't let her use it as a back-scratcher this time." At the word "scratch", Agnes gave the blonde girl her best cute-baby eyes and happiest split-jawed grin, hoping for some affection. Tally looked sideways at the lumpy, gunge-coloured dragon, and reached up to give her a consolatory scratch above her eyes: that face might have worked on her, but even she had to acknowledge that it was a face only a mother - or adoptive human substitute - could love. Agnes, undeterred, wagged her stubby, spiked tail at the Gronckle: he tilted his head to one side and returned her open-mouthed grin. That, at least, wasn't a surprise: most other dragons liked Agnes. It was people that were the problem. Always people...

 

The blonde girl looked at the proffered poster, her expression a little downcast as little bits of paper fluttered out of the bundle to the floor. Then she seemed to rally herself. "So, what do you think? Would you like to join?" She was definitely speaking to Tally this time, although she did also smile at the so-far quiet blue-haired Viking.

 

"Oh! I... alright then" she said, mouth moving before she thought about it. "Wait, what have I signed up for?" She unrolled the poster, sending more little bits of paper fluttering away, and read what was left of it properly. "Actually, I think I could get behind that", she mused out loud. "What do you think?"

She had directed the question to Agnes, but instead the blue-haired girl stepped over for a closer look. Agnes sniffed her and rumbled a bit sadly. Tally turned towards her so she could see the poster better and noticed for the first time that the girl had blood on her clothes. Agnes sniffed some more... and started to lick the blue-haired girl clean.

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Brasa blinked for a moment,

Brasa blinked for a moment, then automatically blurted "Uh, thank you," to the blonde. She had remarked on her hair - Brasa sometimes forgot she dyed her hair. It was simply her mark, originating from the stories  her mother told her of her ancestors. Vikings sometimes bleached their hair ... but blue was a tich odd. So much for blending in with the locals. The blonde (her hair appeared to be of the natural sort) immediately launched into talking about a school clan, one called "Earthgard".

"Hey, you don't happen to be looking for a clan to join, are you?" she queried.

"Well no, I'm not in a clan, I mean, I am in need of one," Brasa stumbled her speech. She glanced at the tattered flyer. Protection. Friends. Exploration. Discovery. Not one mention about competition and feats of physical mastery. Brasa was admittedly quite average, if that, with a broad sword or axe. She mentally balked at being a little put on the spot; how does one get out of this situation? But then, this young woman seemed so bright and hopeful, and Brasa really did need a clan and this one appeared welcoming ... still she hated jumping into things right away ...

Her racing thoughts were abruptly halted as the young Quaken accompanying the flame-haired woman started slurping on her spattered left sleeve with one of her rough tongues, as if grooming like a cat. Fern peered around her back, rather dimunitive next to the Quaken. Fern sniffed at her left sleeve, too, and made a questioning chirrup.

Brasa smiled and addressed the ginger woman. "Oh, maybe she is cleaning my tunic, after watching her rider work! I mean, aren't you a seamstress or laundress?" Brasa verbally stumbled again. Or maybe she was mistaken and this woman wasn't involved with clothing at all, and she'd just put her foot in her mouth. She continued in an attempt to not make her conversation anymore awkward, and lifted the other sleeve in a gesture toward the blonde. "Or maybe she detects some of the dragon nip mixture on me," Brasa finished.

There was a small pause as the other ladies smiled also at the Quaken's antics. Now her shirt had all kinds of dragon essence on it.

"I ah, really should get changed." Addressing the blonde: "I do still need to join a clan. Does Earthgaurd have an orientation or try-out or a meeting I might sit in on? I don't recall seeing a flyer for it, is Earthgard new? I haven't really won any of the competitions ..." she trailed off. Should she even be admitting that??

 

((Sorry, kind of short and didn't move the story forward much. But I really need to get on with my evening - should be in bed soon!))

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Whew.

  Tally sighed with relief. Most Vikings weren't as touchy around big dragons as they had once been, but it was one thing to walk past them and another to suddenly find yourself that close to a huge split jaw crammed full of ragged teeth.

 

"Agnes, that is not necessary", Tally said firmly The dragon stopped licking and her head drooped. The blue-haired girl patter her gently. "It's okay, you were just trying to help."

 

That was recommendation enough for Tally to like someone, despite the "laundress" comment. "I don't know if I'd go so far as to call myself a seamstress, spinning and naalbinding and making new things is more fun, but I'm not bad with a needle and thread and fixing things is easy money. Only clean things though, do you know how long some of those Vikings go for before they change their undergarments? How did you... oh, wait, I thought I had seen blue hair somewhere before. You're a dragon doctor, aren't you? I think you helped my Boneknapper when she swallowed one too many of Tuffnut's socks... that wasn't a good day, I had cabbage-rot and my second-best needle broke. I just realised I've agreed to join a clan and I don't even know your name, and I should probably ask if you've got requirements too although I would have thought you would have told us before you asked us to join if you did", she said in almost one breath, turning from the blue-haired Viking back to the blonde girl. "Hello, both of you. I'm Tallyra. What are your... OH, is that a baby Prickleboggle?"

 

Instantly distracted, Tally crouched and held out a hand. The little creature stretched her long neck as far as it would go and sniffed, then inched forward and let Tally very gently and carefully rub her head behind her horns just a little, before retreating again. "Oh, she's a darling! Does she like eggs?" Tally asked, dipping a hand in her pocket and grinning from ear to ear.

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Introductions (Day 2, Noontime)

The blue-haired woman seemed caught a little off-guard at Mariella's sudden compliment and questions, and Mariella felt guilty for putting her on the spot. Social situations had always made her nervous and prone out speaking too quickly without thinking, something she was hoping making friends and being in a clan could remedy.

 

Mariella was slightly relieved when the other woman stepped forward at first, but then her heart sank. It turned out that the ginger girl was not here to join her clan but to apologize on behalf of her dragon who had destroyed a poster. "Oh, thank you. I did make the posters myself." For a moment Mariella looked at her feet and kicked the dirt in disappointment, but then she noticed the giant Catastrophic Quaken, Anges, was making a most adorable and inviting face. Her frown turned to a smile and she couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at the friendly dragon.  

 

"Aww, haha... I'm sure Agnes didn't mean to hurt my poster," Mariella replied to the young ginger-haired woman. "When a dragon has an itch, they just have to scratch it and sometimes they don't even realize they're doing it at all." Mariella explained as she crouched down a little to get a better look at the Quaken's homely face. "You know, I really love boulder class dragons. They're just so cute in their own special way..." Mariella began to reach out for the Quaken, but then nervously brought her hand back. Even though she'd been at the School for almost a year, she hadn't really got to know anybody who had a dragon; she didn't even know what the proper etiquette would be regarding touching another Viking's dragon. She decided it would be better to hold back, for now.

 

Mariella looked back to the Quaken trainer. with a hopeful smile. "I know you didn't come here to join a clan, but my Jasper and your Agnes seem to be getting along. I think we could all have a great time working together. What do you think? Would you like to join?" She looked first at Jasper and Agnes, then at the ginger woman and the quiet blue-haired woman. The ginger girl seemed enthusiastic about joining, the blue haired girl not so much at first, but she gave the poster a glance anyway. 

 

What happened next was quite the scene. The two women looked at the tattered poster when suddenly the Quaken began licking the blue-haired woman all over, who Mariella just noticed was covered in blood. Jasper stood up and was wagging his tail furiously and interested in what was going on. The poor woman was visibly distressed the whole time but it was such a strange scene, Mariella did all she could not to laugh. 

 

The ginger girl called the dragon off. Despite the whole licking ordeal, the blue-haired woman seemed to be a good sport about it, and she was even willing to give Earthguard a chance. The ginger-girl too, expressed her interest and introduced herself as Tallyra.

 

Mariella, surprised that they both were still considering joining the clan, smiled widely and excitedly began talking about her clan, "Oh, um, well... Earthguard is brand new. In fact, I just hung up posters for it yesterday." Mariella pat her thighs and Jasper moved closer to her. First she looked over at Tallyra and the little Prickleboggle, smiling, and then she began rummaging through the saddlebags on his sides, still talking, "Earthguard isn't going to be like the other clans. You don't need to be good at racing, flight club, or fireball frenzy. It doesn't even matter how many trophies you've won." Mariella picked out a jug of water and a black wool towel from the bags and offered them to the blue-haired woman. "Ah, there we go--For you, if you want to get the worst of it off. Don't worry, there's many more where those came from." 

 

After handing the things to her, Mariella continued, "All that matters is that you have a big heart and want to help dragons, people, and the beautiful world we live in. You don't have to be great at competition. We all have special skills that we can use to help others;" she turned first to Tallyra, "You, I can tell, have a way with dragons of all species--even the less appreciated ones," and then she turned to the blue-haired woman, "and you are a natural healer."

 

"You're both welcome to visit me at my farm tomorrow at high noon for our first clan meeting. It's located at farm-plot number eighty-four. I'll have food and refreshments for everybody..." Jasper nudged her at the word "food" and whined. Mariella smiled and took out a bit of granite, one of Jasper's favorite snacks and rubbed his head as he gulped it down. "Oh, and my name is Marriella! It''s nice to meet both of you," she said with a friendly wave, blushing. "Sorry I never introduced myself earlier."

 

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Brasa grinned. Fern was a

Brasa grinned. Fern was a studious young dragon, and rather polite to humans and dragons. The red-head, Tallyra, offered an egg.

"Yes, she likes eggs. She might like to get the poultice taste out of her mouth," Brasa replied.

"I mean, from stitching up the dragon earlier," she amended, after all, they couldn't read her mind of the day's activities and know about the injured dragon!

Tallyra pulled out a fresh egg from her pocket and held it out. Fern peeked at it, then at Tallyra and back to the egg, and chirped. Tallyra gestured to the egg. "Its okay, sweetie!" Fern stepped forward, placed her teeth gently on it, and plucked it from her hand. She shifted it more squarely in her jaws and swallowed it, cracking the shell just before it disappeared down her throat. Afterwards, she appeared to settle more comfortably on her feel and seemed relaxed.

The blonde woman, started speaking eagerly about Earthguard, while rummaging through her bags on the friendly Gronckle by her side. She just said it didn't matter what you win and this clan was different. Stereotypical Viking Bravado not required. Though Brasa generally didn't like rushing into things, it was sounding better and better. And these two women seemed friendly and genuine.

The blonde, pulled out a jug of water and a towel and handed them to her. "Oh, um, thank you!" Brasa exclaimed. She wet the cloth and swabbed off her hands and wrists and sleeves. At least her fingers weren't going to stick together now. "Thanks!" Brasa repeated and handed them back to the blonde. The blonde continued to explain that she was going to hold Earthgard's first meeting at her farm, plot 84. Her name was Mariella.

"Plot 84," Brasa repeated, mostly to herself to commit it to memory.

During this time, Fern had been glancing at the Gronckle. She stepped over to him, sniffed and chirruped in greeting, to which the Gronckle replied. She then sniffed along his side and licked a spot on his rear calf. Just a few licks and she was done. Mariella looked horrified for a moment, that there might be an injury on her sweet dragon. Brasa peered at the spot. "Oh, its really just a superficial scrape. Probably rubbed on a rock or something," she explained. "Sorry, Fern is probably picking up our learning faster than me," she admitted sheepishly. "Being a Prickleboggle she's alert to these things. He's quite fine," she added to his concerned rider.

"But, um, so farm plot 84 ... I have some lovely cheese I could bring. In fact I've been thinking about making Rygeost, but couldn't eat it all myself before it spoiled. If that's okay? Oh, my name's Brasa, nice to meet you both."

 

((Just googled Scandanavian cheese, and Rygeost is described as: "Unmatured, smoked cheese made from buttermilk and milk and turned in less than 24 hours, after which it is smoked very quickly over a mixture of straw and nettle and topped with caraway seeds. This cheese is simply amazing, light and divine eaten on a piece of rye bread. Resembles a firm ricotta in texture." Sounds very yummy!!))

 

((Also, Tallyra, I put your speech in green so it would stand out in this passage, hope that's okay!))

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Running Along (Day 2, Noontime)

When the blue-haired woman returned the towel and water jug, Mariella automatically replied, "You're welcome" with a smile before continuing her spiel, returning the items to the saddlebags as she spoke.

 

Just after she finished introducing herself, Mariella noticed something going on between the Prickleboggle, Fern, an her own dragon Jasper. The two seemed to be greeting each other. First she chirped and then he grunted in a friendly manner.  At first she watched them quizzically, peering around to look at them, but then her face turned to horror when she realized Jasper must have been somehow hurt.

 

"Is he...?" Mariella began to ask, but was quickly comforted by the kind lady's expertise. "Oh, thank you. I was worried for a minute that I may have neglected Jasper after all this excitement..." she explained, looking over at the two dragons. Jasper was giving the Prickleboggle a friendly lick to thank her, that seemed to lift her slightly off the ground. Mariella chuckled a bit to herself and shook gently shook her head. Sometimes, Jasper just didn't realize how strong or big he was.

 

Mariella's ears perked up at the mention of cheese. "Oh, Rygeost would be wonderful!" she exclaimed, closing her eyes dreamily to imagine it. "I can cook alright, I think, but only simple stuff so it would be a real treat.... but only if it's not too much trouble for you. You don't actually need to bring anything at all if you don't want to." Mariella assured her, not wanting her to feel pressured. "Of course, the gesture would be very much appreciated if you do. Thank you, Brasa." she said, nodding gratefully. 

 

Mariella glanced toward the sundial on the Commons lawn and her heart skipped a beat when she saw the time. "Oh my! How time flies... I really hate to get going but I have so much to do today, especially to be prepared for our first official meaning. I hope you can please excuse me for my rudeness, especially you Brasa, for the disturbance we've caused you..." she looked at each girl apologetically then climbed up on Jasper's back. He began beating his wings rapidly until they were hovering. "I really do hope to see you both at my farm, plot 84 at the School Farmlands, for lunch." She nodded to each of the two women, "Tallyra, Brasa--it has been such a pleasure meeting you too. See you soon... and until then g'day!" As they rose up into the sky, Jasper called out a last sorrowful grunt goodbye to his new dragon friends. From his back, Mariella held the saddle with one hand and waved with the other before they sped off towards home.

 

Mariella and Jasper quickly arrived, the dorm being only a few hundred feet from where they met Tallyra, Brasa and their dragons had met. There, dozing off on her dorm room's windowsill were two Terrible Terror Airmail carriers. Mariella grinned ear to ear. "What luck we're having, Jasper!"  she cried happily, then hurried over to the window. She carefully retrieved the notes from the bottles tied on their back so as to not disturb their sleep, then brought the messages over to her desk and read them over, while Jasper contentedly watched the dragons from his bed.

 

One letter was from a Viking woman about her age, and her message was short and sweet. The other message was from a younger Viking whose her message was longer and well thought out. Both candidates seemed like great people who could contribute to the clan. Grabbing her quill, ink, and paper, she wrote replies to each and invited them to the clan meeting. 

 

After rolling the letters up, she grabbed two smoked salmon from her stock barrels and brought them over to the two terrible terrors, holding the fish over each dragon's nostrils. The two noses began to sniff and then the little dragons woke up, each gulping down a fish greedily. Mariella put one letter in each bottle, and then told each dragon where to go. 

 

Mariella watched the two dragons fly their separate ways until they were tiny specks in the sky, then sighed. She  went over to her drowsy dragon, sitting next to him on his bed and stoking his back. "Just a short nap, Jasper, and then we have more work to do..."

 

((I'm sorry if you intended to post and didn't yet get around to it, Tally. I just wanted to get the ball rolling so we could get Rubinesse and Herze in. If you had anything important to add, I can edit my post as necessary.

Herze and Rubinesse: In case you have not been following other people's posts, the letter being sent to you from Mariella is an invitation to the first clan meeting to be held at Mariella's farm, Plot 84, School farmlands, at High Noon the next/coming day (Day 3). Food and drinks are to be provided. ))

 

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Rubinesse felt relieved being

Rubinesse felt relieved being at home again. After Gothic and her had returned to Berk safely, she had come into a cloudburst on her way back from his cave. Now she was saoked to the skin and she felt like there was a cold coming up. Additionally, her scratches from falling off Gothic this morning had started to hurt. Sneezing she entered her hut. On the floor around her bed lay 4 or 5 herring's heads. She mumbled grumpily. Like as she had heard Toothless did as well for Hiccup, Winnie sometimes spat out fish heads for Rue. It seemed to be meant like a gift. But right now, she wasn't in the right mood to feel flattered about the half-rotten herring heads on the floor. Where did she even get those herrings from? I hope she didn't steal them somewhere...

Sneezing again, Rubinesse decided not to care about the herring issue for now, changed into warm clothes and started to gather the ingredients for a healing ointment. Different kinds of herbs, her pestle, water, some sheep fat... She had to mix some of that salve up anyway and now she could use it for her new scratches as well. She thought about the girl that had come to her hut a few days ago asking for a bigger amount of a special ointment. She was one of the dragon medicin students at the school and it seems that Gothi had sent her to Rubinesse while she was busy herself. Rue had never seen someone with such blue hair before. While the student had been talking to her she had to force herself not to look at her hair all the time. What was her name again? Something with B... Bel.. no...Br... ah, Brasa! Rubinesse was planning to bring the ointment to Gothi and the medicin students tomorrow.

She was just lighting a fire and installing the cauldron on top when she heard some scratching on her door. When she opened it, a little dragon-chirrup greeted her. It was the small orange Terrible Terror that she had sent to the Earthguard leader! And he had a message with him! "Wait a second, little one, I'm gonna get you a thank you fish" She didn't want him to enter her hut though. Terrible Terrors could make surprisingly much mess for their size... There was one Perch left in her fish basket and she handed it over to the little dragon that had been waiting patiently in front of the house, cleaning his right eye with his tongue. Rubinesse took the message from him and, with a pounding heart, started to read. It was an invitation to a clan meeting tomorrow! And it seemed to be rather a nice little get-together than some competition or hard try-out for new members. That's good! No, that's great! It seemed like there was a real chance for her to become a member of this clan!

Happily, she closed her front door again and returned to the cauldron. Tomorrow at high noon... I really hope I will make it there. I would hate to miss that first meeting because of a cold... she thought to herself. While she went on mixing up the ointment in a large bowl, she tried to imagine how the other clan members would be. And how should she get to the Lookout tomorrow? She could fly there with Gothic... She suddenly imagined them crash landing in the farmspot, maybe even breaking some stuff. They were sure to make an unforgettable entrance like that. But not in the positive way... Her imagination took her further away to Gothic chasing chickens and nibbling on some hard earned racing banners... No, it would be better if she went there by boat. Maybe she could convince Winnie to come with her despite her sea-sickness... Rue would feel more comfortable having her dragon with her when she met her new clan mates for the first time.

"We will see. Now just don't catch a cold, don't catch a cold" she said to herself while she finished the healing salve and wrapped herself up into a warm blanket near the fire.

 

((Brasa, I hope that's okay with you that I made our charakters know each other a little already. I figured it makes sense after we both work/study with Gothi. Rubinesse isn't that much into medicin itself because she feels sick when she sees blood but with her growing healing herbs and mixing tinctures and ointments business our two charakters will run into each other every now and then I guess.))

 

 

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And so to bed.

  Agnes tilted her wings, pitched downward and and descended steadily into the bowl of their dragon-stables. The scent of dragons wafted up to greet her: a mix of musk and mineral, with hints of burnt wood. Dragons lay stretched out on the sand, absorbing the last rays of the afternoon sun and painting the sand with a rainow of colours. They stirred as they heard the soft fluttering sound of Agnes' approach. A large green Timberjack raised a sleepy head, peered over her shoulder and then lay down again as she worked out that Agnes was not going to land on her; an orange and blue Typhoomerang shuffled her wings nervously; a huge, white Screaming Death sat bolt upright and fidgeted on the sand, as if she had something she badly needed to tell Tally.

 

Agnes landed with a whump by the Screaming Death, sending up a small cloud of dust and sand: Tally regretted her choice of ground-cover but could not afford to do anything about it. The Screaming Death leaned forward and rattled anxiously: Tally put her hand out and said gently, "What is it, Spike? Show me!" The dragon leaned over. Tally patted Agnes, said "Thanks, girl" and hopped from Agnes' back to the Screaming Death. Agnes burbled cheerfully at Tally and trotted off to the hot spring at one side of the stable yard, splashing into the pool and ducking her head to throw water over her back.

 

The Screaming Death - real name Adora Belle, but Tally called her Spike as a bit of a joke - wriggled away across the sand and through the passageway to her farm, depositing Tally neatly next to a row of beans. Tally crouched to examne the beans. They were very close to being ready, but needed perhaps a day more before harvesting. Adora Belle hummed at her, tilted her head and blinked her red, pupil-less eyes.

"It's OK, Spike, they need another day before we pick them." The dragon seemed happy with that, and wriggled off, Tally following along, to the barn, where Adora Belle sat up next to a heap of fruit and vegetables.

 

Tally patted her side. "Well done, girl! Nice fat corn cobs there, we can give those to Trader Johann tomorrow... Mmm, look at those apples, and these blackberries are really juicy. I can make a fantastic fruit salad for the clan meeting with these... I know she said she'd provide food but it's polite to bring something, isn't it? Go and water the rest of the plants and then get the basket out of the fish-trap while I sort this heap out, OK?"

 

The dragon hummed happily, scooped up a large watering-can from the back of the barn and wiggled over to the vegetable patch, tipping the can carefully to make sure the spray covered the plants evenly. Suddenly she stopped and made a worried whirring sound. Tally watched her, going back over her own words in her head to see what had upset the dragon.

"Clan meeting?" she said. The dragon rattled and shivered a little, eyes round with worry. "It's OK, Adora Belle, you don't have to go. I'm sure Sammie will come with me. Or Kaylee... no, I'll take Sammie, I don't want anybody accidentally paralysed, you know what Kaylee's like for 'kissing' people."

The white dragon brightened up and carried on watering the plants while Tally started on the heap of veg, talking as she worked. "None of them were scared of Agnes, even when she started licking the girl with the Prickleboggle. The girl with the Gronckle, I think he was called Jasper, the one who wanted to start the clan - she seemed very pleasant, and I've never met anyody who says 'G'day' before." Soon the plants were watered and the fruit and veg was sorted: some into sacks for storage and trading,some chopped for tomorrow's dragon breakfast, some put aside to make into fruit salad. For the evening feed, they took the basket from the fish-trap through to the stable yard and emptied the contents straight into the troughs: the dragons appeared around the trough to gulp them down, and Tally made her way back to the farm to replace the basket.

 

 Adora Belle followed her, and it turned out that the dragon had one more thing to show her. A thin slate tablet like a tray sat near the barn, upon which sat a dozen or so black lumps half-covered in something pinkish and sticky.

"Oh..." Tally said, trying to sound pleased, "you've been 'baking' again. I wonder what's in them this time... Oh, you want me to take them to the meeting, don't you... Um..."

Adora Belle wiggled and fluttered her wings with joy. Tally looked at the dragon's face, so innocent and sweet and pleased, and lied through her teeth. "I'm sure they will be lovely. Thankyou, Spike."

 

Tally trudged back to her hut with the tray of... cakes? Doughnuts? Best not to try to find out. Adora Belle's creations had never been toxic, as far as she knew, just burnt and inedible - although most of her Boulder Class dragons seemed to enjoy them. Perhaps Jasper the Gronckle would eat them, she thought as she slid into bed.

 

((I hope that interlude wasn't too silly. I love this particular dragon and her unlikely personality, and I'd like to be able to use her as an occasional background character. I was going to change her species to "albino Whispering Death", but then I noticed the rules on Screaming Deaths have changed too, so I hope it's all ok!))

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((Not a problem

((Not a problem Rubinesse!))

((Also, I haven't decided if I'm living in the dorms, on my farm plot, or somewhere else ... so the house we all get on our farms in-game is a shack for now, and may or may not morph into a more proper home))

 

Now clothed with fresh clean linen, she checked on her dragons in the stables. Most were absent, flying about fishing, or more likely, utilizing the feeding stations on Berk. Mostly the Boulder class dragons remained, content to lounge on their rocky beds, or avoiding the sunlight until evening. To these she fed fish from their stores, some preserved by smoke, some drying, and others with sea-salt. There was some Rakfisk, too, which she had fermented from the char she caught on a trip to Glacier Island. That was mostly for Agrimony, her Sand Wraith. She also had some Surstromming squirrelled away for special occasions. Very special and rare occasions. Hopefully so rare the dragons would forget she had it. She grimaced at the thought of the stuff.

   "Ah, Clintonia! Do you want to come along?" the Shovelhelm stepped forward and stuck her muzzle into Brasa's chest. She harnessed the dragon up, jumped on and strapped in. Clintonia always seemed to have a smile on her reptilian face, even despite her dark history. They flew out of the stable entrance and over the mountains to the students' farmlands. Brasa's plot was surrounded by trees and rock, and rather private.

  "Such a good girl, you are," Brasa murmured to the portly blue dragon, and gave her a good scratch between her eyes.

She went over to her shack and went inside, then down into the root cellar Laurel and Nettle, her gronckle and Whispering Death respectively, had carved out for her. She looked over her cheese and other food items stores ... no nettle. How was she going to make Rygeost cheese without nettle?? She really needed to start this cheese for it to be ready by noon tomorrow for the Earthgard clan gathering. Perhaps that healer apprentice of Gothi's, Rue, had some in her abundant herbal stock. Brasa certainly didn't have time to go forage for it now. So Brasa picked up a wrapped disk of Leipajuusto, and went back upstairs. The shack had an addition large enough for most dragons to enter, but she was not yet able to modify the human size doorway into the house proper. So Clintonia shoved her chin in the doorway and wuffled with one nostril. When she saw Brasa coming back out, she also went back outside, and the two took off again into the sky for a few minutes to find the Healer's home.

  Once landed, Brasa instructed Clintonia to politely wait in the dirt landing circle, while she walked up to the house and knocked. There was some faint bumping on the other side of the door, and her knocks were not immediately answered. As she raised her hand to knock again, a blanket-shrouded figure swung it open. Rue's head popped out. "Oh, hello, you're Brasa," she muttered, clearly not feeling well.

  "Yes, sorry to bother you. You look like you could use some Scauldron Venom," Brasa stated with a grin. The grin vanished when Rue just looked at her foggily. "Oh, I mean, if you were a dragon, I might think you had eaten some Blue Oleander, sorry," she amended.

"Oh. Yeah." Rue replied weakley.

"Well, I was hoping to trade you some Leipajuusto for nettle, if you have it. If you feel okay. I was hoping to make some Rygeost for a clan gathering tomorrow, and I have no nettle in my stores," Brasa explained.

 

((Leipajuusto is also called 'Squeaky Cheese" and is described as "a fresh young cheese from Finland. The milk is curdled and set into a flat round shape, then baked. In the olden days it was dried for months and people put it on the fire to re-activate it. The name comes from the sound it makes when you bite into it. The taste is not unlike feta." I love me some feta!!))

((Rakfisk is one of the many Scandanavian 'rotten' fish dishes. This one is made from trout or char and is salted first, then fermented in water for months to a year. Its eaten raw. It smells. Never seen it and not eager to do so. But it sounds like something Berk vikings and dragons would like, though!))

((Surstromming - I saw it once on a food travel show or something. This is fermented herring that is so stinking potent, that cans of it need to be opened outside and not in a building. It is not unusual for people who aren't used to it to vomit. I'm not quite sure if this particular food exactly was around in the Viking age, but I'm sure something similar to it was!!))

 

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((I see Screaming Deaths have become a little less rare in RP, so I’m going to own one some time later in the RP, since they’re my fave, lol.))

 

‘’It’s like target practice, they said.’’ Herze huffed out, slightly out of breath, ‘’It’ll be great fun, they said.’’ She complained as she quietly moved through the mud, silently mourning the loss of the free afternoon she’s going to have spend on cleaning her gear. ‘’We better get a bag of gold coins for this, or something. Lets see them catch a hummingbird, I bet you they would’ve lost track of it already.’’ She mumbled, finally managing to drag herself out of the mud without disturbing the bird. 

 

‘’What kind of bird steals jewelry, anyway? What use do they have for it?’’ She asked Valkor, absentmindedly. Even though she didn’t really register asking, she did register getting no response. When she looked back she found her trusty old dragon completely abandoning the mission to play in the mud. 

 

‘’Man down.’’ She sighs to herself. She shrugs off the loss of her partner in crime and stalks forwards, careful not to alert the bird. 3.. A careful step forward. 2.. The bird has its back to her still. 1.. She jumps up, clutching it in her hand. ‘’Gotcha! Woohoo! I’m buying yaknog tonight!’’ She cheers, spinning in a celebratory circle with the bird gently clutched in her right hand. 

 

‘’Now lets see here, little birdie.’’ She sing-songs while looking for the ring it had previously taken. It was, after all, the entire reason they’d just spend the last hour chasing the creature. A glint caught her eye and she instantly located the piece of jewelry. ‘’Don’t you know it’s rude to steal?'' She lectured it. ''Go on now, you did you part, you common thief.’’ She grinned, releasing the bird from her hold. It flew off right into the sun and looking after it blinded her for a second. When she regained proper vision she noticed another creature up in the sky, a Terrible Terror messenger.

 

She immediately jumped up when she noticed where it was headed. She hadn’t even realized they were so close to their house. This is it, she thought, or more like she hoped. ‘’Valkor, get your lazy butt in the air. There’s another winged creature with a package worth chasing!’’ She yelled back as she started running with a big smile on her face. She noticed Valkor dejectedly look at his puddle of mud as she closed in on him, but he seemed to shake it rather quickly, immediately running beside her the moment she passed him. Just like they trained, Valkor speeds up, gaining ground. Herze jumps on his back and at the moment of impact he takes off into the air, it’s swift, fast and most importantly, very cool-looking. 

 

‘’See that Terror?’’ Herze asks, getting a nod in return. ‘’It’s carrying our letter. I think we got accepted. I really do.’’ She grins. Valkor side-eyes her, his way of saying ‘aren’t you a little too excited?’, but Herze lets it slide. She is, in fact, too excited. If she weren’t, she’d be making way for that dreadful ‘what if’ feeling that she doesn’t like. Valkor spreads out his wings to stop mid-air and ascends to the ground, right in front of their house, where a Terrible Terror is now casually sitting in the window sill. ‘’Oh man, oh boy.’’ Herze babbles as she dismounts him. ‘’Okay, okay, keep your cool.’’ She tells herself, feigning breathing exercises she’s seen people do while she stumbled over to the Terror. 

 

‘’What do you have there, buddy?’’ She asks it, her smile a little too bright, as she tips her head to look at the letter attached to it’s body. Valkor taps her in both kneeholes with his tail, reminding her to act normal. ‘’Alright, alright. Just-‘’ She grumbles at him as she takes the letter from the Terror. She practically squeals in delight while reading it over. 

 

‘’Guess what, big guy?’’ She turns to Valkor and holds the letter up, proudly displaying it. ‘’We got invited to a clan meeting.’’ Valkor pauses for a minute, squinting at the letter and stalking up to it, as if he can actually read it and doesn’t believe what he’s seeing. Then his tail starts twitching, his eyes grow big and then he jumps up in the air and shoots a fireball at the sun. ‘’I know, right!’’ Herze cheers along. ‘’Oh man, we have to bring something, it’s etiquette, right? Fishlegs told me about that- that party etiquette thing, where you have to bring a gift. Like… Like baked goods? Or sweets?’’ She starts rattling off possible gift options as she makes her way inside their house. It’s not very big, but it has beds for the both of them, a dining and cooking area and a flight deck that sprawls out over the ocean, so it works for them. 

 

Herze feels the ring in her pocket. ‘’You know, I was thinking we’d get a reward for this ring. If we do, we could ask for flour. We could bake a cake, a meat cake. Something light but filling.’’ She thinks out loud. Valkor doesn’t seem to have any protest, probably since he’s not the one who has to make it.

 

Herze makes her way around the room, finding a piece of paper, a bottle of oil and a feather. She writes back, telling Mariella that she will attend the meeting. When she’s done with the quick note, she walks over to their dining area, grabs a fish and heads back to the Terror that’s still sitting outside. She attaches her note to where Mariella’s used to be, feeds it the fish and sends the dragon out to deliver it. 

 

She’s still jumping with nerves when she makes her way back to the school area to deliver the ring. She doesn’t even know how to bake. Maybe she can ask someone, like Astrid, Phlegma or Fishlegs. They seemed to be the most likely to know about that stuff. 

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Preparations (Day 2, Afternoon-Night)

Mariella awoke from her nap about an hour later. She found herself snuggled up to Japer on his bedrock, laying on his front forearm. She rolled over and looked at him sleeping so peacefully on his back with his big belly exposed, and snoring away. She smiled,  watching him for a minute before she noticed a bit of slobber drip down; That was enough of that.

 

Feeling a bit achy from sleeping on a rock, she stretched a bit before heading over to the windowsill. She looked outside, scanning around the courtyard before turning around to look in her room, but found no more Terrible Terror mail carriers. She felt a little disappointed there were no more letters, but a little relieved at the same time. It's probably best to start small, Mariella figured. After all, I have almost no experience as a leader, other than leading Jasper around... She sighed, worried. She glumly dropped into her chair and put her face in her hands. How could she lead others, when she had no real experience? Sure, she'd aced her Flight Club lessons with Jasper and she had won countless trophies from Thunder Run Racing, and she was decent at Fireball Frenzy, but classes and sports are completely different from working the field. If it came time to leader her comrades into battle, could she do it?

 

As if sensing her unease, Jasper awoke from his nap with a big yawn and a stretch, then plopped down from his bedrock onto the wooden floor. The whole room shook and the glass pots and vases all around clattered, but Mariella didn't notice, she just seemed to be consumed in melancholy and tears were forming in corner of her eyes.

 

Jasper sleepily moseyed over to Mariella where she sat in her chair then nudged his face up between her arms and the table, snorting and grunting, trying to lick at her face and her tears, all the while the flower vase on the table dancing about. "Okay, okay! I'll be fine... Don't worry about me..." she sniffed, wiping her tears away. Jasper sat down on the floor, tilted his head, and grumbled--not convinced. 

 

Mariella sturdied the rocking vase and rearranged the flowers thoughtfully. "I know you're right, I have nothing to worry about. Everything will fall into place as it should. I just know, deep down, that I'm meant to do this--we're meant to do this. And somehow, it's going to make a world of difference..." she trailed off, trying to fight her insecurities.

 

Jasper nudged her hand and looked up at her with big eyes and a toothy grin, grunted, then rubbed his head gently against her shoulder. "Thank you..." Mariella said softly before kissing him on the forehead. She smiled back and gave him a hearty rub on his head and a scratch behind the ear. How could she be sad when she had such a loyal friend as Jasper? 

 

Just then, a little terrible terror came flying over and perched on the flowerbox, from which he licked his eyes and looked around curiously. "Airmail!" Mariella cried out in excitement, half scaring the poor terror to death."Oh, sorry little guy..." she apolgized, walking slowly over and giving the terror a pat on the head. Now with him relxed, she removed the message. "Herze confirmed she's going to make it to the meeting," Mariella told Jasper with a smile. Jasper's ears perked up and he came over to look. Mariella quickly wrote her a message: "Thank you, Herze, for letting me know you could make it to Earthguard's First Clan Meeting. I look forward to seeing you there! - Mariella" She tucked the message in an send the terror on its way with a herring.

 

After the Airmail carrier left, Jasper got up, wagging his tail, then bounced over to a small box Mariella had stuffed under her desk. He pawed at it until the boxed slid out and toppled over, spilling its contents. "Oh, Jasper. You're making a mess!" she scolded, running over to clean up. She picked it up and examined it a moment, realizing it was the wooden badges she made weeks before when planning to create a clan.They were made herself, the wood cut and sanded to shape and then gronckle iron pins attached, which Jasper had helped create.  She originally scrapped them, thinking that the badges were ridiculous and would be unappreciated. Jasper nudged one over towards her then looked up with pleading eyes.

 

"You think I should finish them?" Mariella asked, unsure. Jasper nodded and wagged his tail. She flipped the wooden badge over and tested its pin, then flipped it over. A bit tacky, she thought, but perhaps her clan would like to express their clan pride. She liked the idea of that. "Okay boy, but if I do this I won't be able to cook at the Common Kitchen.. We'll have to stay the night at the farm if we want to eat anything tonight." she half warned him and half herself. Despite this, Jasper bellowed and raced about the room in circles, grunting happily. 

***

It wasn't until the evening that Mariella finished painting the last badge. After some time had passed, she carefully removed one from the drying rack which Jasper had been breathing on, and tested it for wetness. She was happy to find it was perfectly dry and had turned out beautifully. She smiled at the results of Jasper's and her work. Sometimes, it's handy to have a fire--or um, molten lava-breathing reptile around,  Mariella thought, chuckling to herself. "They're perfect," she told Jasper. "You can leave them now. Thank you for all your help!" Jasper got up from where he was laying and gave a big proud snort, before heading over to the bedpost where his saddlebags were hanging. He looked at it, then to Mariella, tail wagging. 

***

On the way to the farm, Mariella and Jasper put up a few posters on the clan board, this time advertising the meeting tomorrow with a place and time. She thought it could be a helpful reminder to those already invited, and perhaps they would get somebody to just dop in.

 

Once Mariella and Jasper finally made it the farm they had nice meal of seasoned roast lamb and steamed vegetables, plus a nice assortment of rocks for Jasper. After a little bit of cleaning up and some bedtime reading, Mariella and Jasper settled into their slightly uncomfortable beds in the drafty barn for some well deserved sleep. 

 

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((Tallyra, I'm answering to

((Tallyra, I'm answering to your post here so you can edit yours if needed. This is so cute!! <3 I love how Adora Belle is farming and baking :-D A shy farming Screeming Death :-) She's...well...adorable. I didn't know about her unique personality when I met her in game that one time. I would like to read more about her. And I don't know about the others but I would be okay with her being one of your background charakters while Herze will be having her screeming death as a main charakter in the future. Just my 2 cents :-) ))

 

Rubinesse had just dozed off when she was startled by a loud knocking on her door. She remained motionless for some seconds trying to figure out where she was, who she was and what was happening. The fire underneath the cauldron had almost burnt down and ...had she really fallen asleep sitting on the floor? For one moment she though about not giving a censored ((edit: hahaha, I found the forum censor :-D Didn't even know there is one. But I think you get what I was trying to say :-) )) about whoever was standing in front of her hut and to pretend she weren't at home. But then she started to worry that Winnie had gotten into trouble and so she moaned and got to her feed.

When she opened the door she immediately recognized the woman with the blue hair. "Oh, hello, you're Brasa."

Rubinesse was relieved it wasn't the neighbors complaining about stolen herring by a Whooly Howl... The student looked at her in a compassionate way and started to say something about Scauldron venom. Rue realized she must look a bit pityful indeed while her head felt so heavy that she wasn't able to get what the other one was saying. Scauldron... What is she talking about?  Luckily Brasa didn't seem to mind her confusion so much and when she told her why she had come by and offered her some Leipajuusto cheese, Rue finally managed to shake off her weariness. She started feeling a bit sorry for her unfriendly welcome and said "Oh, that Leipajuusto looks delicious! I haven't had one of those for months. And some nettles are no problem at all. In fact, they grow in such numbers in my garden that I have to weed and throw some in the composter regularly so they don't take too much space... Give me a second, I'll be right back!"

Now with boots on her feet, a warm jacket and a little scythe she reappeared one minute later. While she was leading Brasa to her garden she told her "I got into that cloudburst earlier today and I hope I won't get ill. The clan that I wanna join has a meeting tomorrow, too."

While she was cutting several bunches of nettles Rue wondered what clan Brasa was in. Many students at the school were members of these big and competitive clans like the Phantom Lords or Valor. But she didn't feel like starting a conversation about clans right now due to her sore throat. Maybe she could ask her about that some other day...

"There you go" She handed three big bunches over to the young woman. "That should be enough for a bigger amount of Rygeost... I'm sure your fellow clan mates will be very happy if you bring some of it. I love these kinds of self made cheese" , Rue said with a smile.

"Thank you for the nettle! And get well soon!" Brasa replied, giving her the piece of Leipjuusto that she had brought.

Rubinesse saw her returning to a beautifully coloured Shovelhelm that had been waiting with a patient, smiling face on the path in front of the house.

"Hmm, Brasa's bringing something to her clan meeting... That's a nice idea. But what could I bring tomorrow? I don't really feel like running around and getting something, neither like starting cooking or so... I really have to get some rest. I hope some dragon nip for their dragons will do. It usually is a much appreciated gift, even if it's nothing for the vikings themselves.  ... vikings, some of the greatest warrior folks of all times... now look at what we have become. Most of us are happy just by seeing our dragons nibble on some dragon nip or rolling jollily on the floor." With a silent smile she returned to her hut and started to warm a piece of the Leipjuusto on the fire.

 

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The sun had been gone for more than one hour and Rubinesse was about to fall asleep when she heard some quiet steps on the roof of her hut. A big shadow was climbing carefully through the window and tiptoing through the room. Rue felt a little anger rising in her chest. After living with her for more than 2 years now, she would have been able to distinguish the sound Winnies paws and claws made when she was walking from every other dragon.

"Young lady, where do you think you're going?" Alarmed, the dragon that had been about to sneak silently to her sleeping place, froze. Rubinesse stood up, lighted a candle and looked into a guilty dragon face. She frowned, her hands on her hips. "I was worried about you. Sometimes I forget you're barely a teen dragon yet. And you know that I want you to come home before sunset when you're out alone!" Winnie tiptoed carefully towards her, her head tilted to one side, curring soothingly and looked at her with the most heart-warming dragon face that made it impossible to remain angry at her. She growled gently which almost sounded like an apology and nuzzled Rue's hand with her head." Where have you been all day? I hope you're fine and Phoenix is as well" she added, her voice now calmer. She padded Winnies scales and went around her to look for injuries. Relieved not having found anything she sat down on her bed "Well then, I'd say let's talk about this in the morning. We need to get some sleep now. Marriella, the leader of Earthguard, replied, you know. They are having a meeting tomorrow at high noon and I really wanna go there even though I'm feeling like getting a cold. I'd really appreciate if you'd come with me to the lookout tomorrow." Winnies growl was difficult to interpret. Excited about the news and worried about going by boat it seemed. After a last gentle nuzzle, the Whooly Howl went over to her sleeping spot.

"Alright. Good night, Winnie"

 

 

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Waterose56
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Wilderness Explorer
Joined: 06/01/2016
character form :3

Viking;

Name: Namikah Rose Grantwood

nickname; Rose (usually called Rose)

Gender; female

Age; 18

Personality; Rose is a friendly and loyal friend who would put her friends needs above her own. Shy and antisocial at first she finds it hard to meet new people and join in many activities. Although once you get to know her she talks more freely and is friendly to be around. Without any troublesome expieriences Rose has always suffered from trust issues. This has resulted in her refusing to ask for help even when she needs it most.
She likes to spend her time drawing or reading but nothing gets her more excited then being able to fly freely with her dragon Shadow. Being able to soar above the ocean brings her at peace everytime. She also assists at her family farm and always enjoys fishing at the many fishing spots.

History; Being the black sheep of the family Rose was always the shadow of her parents glory and spent most of her time sat in her room with her leather wrapped sketch book. However, that all changed when Hiccup united the vikings and dragons and Rose's life changed for the better. Not long after dragons became acustumed to Berk Rose found herself wondering in the vast wood's surrounding Berk. Her father, Dertik, promised that they would go together along with her mother , Cryla, to pick out a dragon each. That was great and all but Dertik had yet to redeem his promise. Needing a break from the Grantwood life Rose decided to take a stroll in the woods and clear her head. Day was drawing to the end and Rose believed that it was time to head back to the village before it got to dark and her parents began to worry. Turning around and returning at a speedy pace she froze in fear as she realised that she shared paths with a deadly nadder.

On closer inspection she noticed that something was wrong... very wrong. Looking towards the dragons leg she noticed the foot was trapped in an old dragon trap that was placed many moons ago. Knowing that she had to do something she approached her and gained the Nadders trust by showing her that she had no weapons on her person. Kneeling down towards the nadders foot she began to inspect the damage more thouroly now that she didn't have to worry about her head being bitten off. Tearing off a slice of her top she wrapped the NAdders wound and proceeded to head towards a nearby cave she knew existed.

She spent most the night tending to the nadders wound and making sure that she was healthy. When light began to seap through the enterance to the cave Rose bid the nadder fairwell and began to hurry back to Berk before her parents had time to worry anymore then they have already. Seeing her worried mother and father talking to the chief she embarrasly walked over to the pair anxiously awaiting their respons. Seeing Rose her parents stopped mid-sentence to run straight to her and engulf her in a tight hug. Once home she began to explain what had happened to her the last couple of hours.

Eager to revisit the Nadder, whome she called Shadow as she felt it was the right name, she packed up some things she needed such as medical supplies, fish and her sketch book, and began to stroll back into the woods. However before reaching the borderline she noticed that the Nadder had infact come to visit her. Realising that she must've tracked her scent they greeted one another. Surprised that the dragon had made it that far in such sort time, despite he foot injury, she passed the dragon the fish that she was had in her sac. Noticing that her father was approacing she placed one hand on the draogns snout and prepared herself for what was to come.

To her surprise, and pleasure, Dirtik didn't comfront them but instead he smiled his warm glowing smile and patted Shadow on the nose thanking her for protecting Rose overnight. Despite feeling that it wasn't nessassary Dirtik asked Rose if she woukd like Shadow to come stay with them and thats exactly what happened.

Over the next few days Rose and her family kept watchful eyes over the now properly treated leg and informed the chief on the dragon traps that still littered the woods.

Appearance: Rose has Long dark brown hair that flows along her back and is usually found in a plat. You would tend to find her wearing a black and purple leather jacket and fingerless gloves that match the colour skeme. Around her neck you would find a necklace and a collection of corded bracelets on her wrists. Average height and weight for her age she have bright hazel eyes and a circular head. (will try to draw a picture :3)

Colour reserve: could i reserve purple please :3 (if my laptops derps out and doesn't let me choose a colour i'll just stick with normal text :3)

 

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dragon:

Name; Shadow

Gender: female

species; Deadly Nadder

Age; unknown however is thought to be a young dragon.

personality; Shadow is a fun filled energetic dragon that loves early morning flights and soaring through the sky at high speeds. Though not the fastest species of dragon she is exeptionally fast for her species and always enjoys a good race. Always eager to try new things she would try to encourage Rose to controbute in activities that Rose would usually back out of. Always fun to be around she knows how to have a good time and lifts peoples and dragons mood no matter the situation. However due to her past Shadow suffers from abandonment issues which isn't so serious in the present day but when Shadow first met Rose she would find it hard to leave her alone as she thought Rose might go and never come back.

History; Before meeting Rose her life consisted of running, or flying, away from danger. Her parents 'dissapearing' (presumly killed) when Shadow was young she lived most of her life alone.

Appearance; Her main scale colour is a dark purple which contrasts her yellow underbelly and spikes that spread across her body. On her right foot lies scars that was caused by the dragon trap in which Shadow met Rose. With her bright yellow beady eyes she is a know sharpshooter and can shoot her spikes at high speeds and long distances.

(will try to add an image as well :3)

 

Mariella
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Joined: 06/12/2014
Almost Time (Day 3, Morning-Afternoon, Clan Meeting Day)

Mariella awoke to the soft prodding of Jasper's paw on her side. Feeling groggy, she grumbled "Not now-- just a few more minutes..." and turned over to get some more sleep. He cried out to her, whining and pleading like a puppy and nudged her with his snout. Mariella sighed in response, knowing what it meant.

 

After dragging herself out her bed she went over to the barn door and opened it. Immediately a rush of wind shot past her as he flew by. "Go in the woods today...Go in the WOODS!" Mariella yelled after him. While dragon manure made great fertilizer, she didn't think her guests would appreciate it as much as her plants. She waited by the door until he'd gone far enough into the wilderness that she was sure he would not make a mess in her farm.  

 

Taking a deep breath of fresh air, Mariella closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of the early-morning farm. Her one rooster was crowing, her chickens and turkeys clucking. Farther away she hear her yaks mooing, sheep bleating and foxes yipping. She loved to hear the chorus of her animals in the morning.

 

She looked around her farm. It was a fairly large plot of land, half taken over by animal pens and the barn, a quarter of it made up of her garden, and about a quarter of it grass and decoration. She had a few dragon-shaped marble  totems and a bird bath, and a few flower arches. She hoped that one day it could be transformed into the perfect clan meeting place but for now she would just have to make do as it was.

 

"Today is Earthguard's first clan meeting, Jasper." she said as he returned, hearing his humming wings. He grunted excitedly in reply and sat down next to her and waited for direction. Mariella rubbed his head. "I wonder if anybody else will stop in for the meeting... We did put up a few posters around the School advertising it. Mayble we'll have surpise guests," Mariella thought hopefully. "Anyways, we'll have a bit of breakfast before we get to work... and then we'll feed the animals, harvest, decorate and cook," Mariella decided. Jasper looked at her and licked his lips, his belly growling at the word "breakfast."

 

Mariella herself oatmeal made with yaks milk, topped with a handful of bilberries. Jasper too, had oatmeal, but his was topped with pebbles and grains of sand for texture and digestion. 

 

After breakfast, Mariella quickly washed up then searched through her wardrobe. Do I wear my armor and look heroic? she wondered, Or do I dress up, and wear all my finest jewelry? In the end, she tried to dress nicely for the occasion but not too nicely and went without armor. After all, she never said it would be a formal or competitive gathering and she didn't intend it to be; So she wore a somewhat short forest green dress with an off white under dress with simple flower shaped brooches and small wooden and stone beads strung between them and had matching bracelets. It was fairly nice, though ordinary, women's attire and she hoped it would do. And if the need arrived for amor figured the dress was short enough and that her amor would fit over it (though she hoped there would be no fights). To finish of the look, she had made herself a crown of fresh pink, yellow and white flowers from her garden.

 

Next was feeding: Feeding day was once a week so it was very important that the animals were fed, as she didn't want them to be going after the special clan meals she had planned. With Jasper carrying the heavy shacks of feed, Mariella would guide him to each feed dispenser, making sure that the right kind of food went in the right feeder. While Jasper was hovering and holding the sack above the feeder, Mariella would untie the end and the contents would fall into the feeder below which would then be dispensed into the food troughs as the animals ate it. It was a fairly easy routine task. 

 

And then harvesting: Mariella milked the yaks, collected chicken and turtle eggs, and harvested plants and vegetables. Jasper chased the turkeys and puffins and collected the fallen feathers and even found some spider web silk for her (Mariella was glad, because she doesn't' like spiders but their webs sold for a good price). The bunnies, sheep, and foxes were shaven just the day before so she didn't have to worry about those. The last thing was to collect the fish from the fish trap. Jasper hoisted the heavy net from the river and carried it over to the barn, where Mariella prepared some fish to be cooked, and others she salted and left on the fish rack to dry. She gave a few unwanted fish heads to Jasper, who ate them happily. 

 

"Phew," Mariella said upon returning outside and wiping her forehead, "It took a few hours but we got the most of it out of the way. Good job, Jasper." She looked up at the position of the sun in the sky--it had risen quite a bit. "It's a good thing you always wake me up early. I think we should have more than enough time to decorate and cook." 

 

Just then, Mariella cause a glimpse of something moving at the corner of her. She looked down and saw a tiny sprout growing near the corner of her footsteps, fluttering about in the warm breeze. Crouching down, she smiled and tilted her head in thought, looking at the plant. The sprout... why I am so drawn to this symbol? she wondered. And then, she had an idea that just wouldn't go away. Noo.. Its stupid. she thought at first. ... but I just have to do it. I don't know why, I just do. And then, with one decisive scoop of her hands, she took the plant and put in in a burlap bag from her pocket. 

 

But she didn't stop there. With Jasper at her side she walked through the wilderness searching for tiny baby plants. Each one she carefully place in a burlap bag and tied it up with string, and then prayed to Jord, the goddess of the Earth, to bless the plant within and the person that would recieve it. Once her heart had finally felt relaxed, she finally headed home.

 

In a few minutes Mariella had collected her ingredients and set up her fire pit the previous night so getting the food prepared was easy. All of her dishes were to be prepared over a fire in one way or another. She and Jasper had dug a long trench lined with firewood. She then had him spit molten lava into the trench to provide long lasting heat. Along the trench she had a cauldron, a griddle, pots and pans to cook. 

 

Mariella and Jasper ran back and forth between cooking and decorating. Together they carried two large tables from her storage barn outside to the farm lawn. Each were several feet apart to allow room for dragons and Vikings. After quickly dusting away the spiderwebs and washing them down with a wet cloth, Mariella made up beautiful flower vases for the human table and set it with her nicest, hand carved dish ware and utensils, and strung up beautiful flower garlands. Jasper, with his sensitive nose, would alert Mariella if he sensed any of the food needed to be tended. 

 

For the dragons, Mariella had brought out several barrels of fish and eels of varying sorts, a large pot full of chicken legs from Johann, some chicken and beef jerky, raw vegetables, and a variety of rocks and even a few semi-precious stones such as quartz, which would be a treat for boulder class dragons. (These stones she had in box so Jasper wouldn't eat all of them himself). Not sure how to feed dragon guests, decided to spread out several heaping portions of each type of food on large, simple wooden plates, to be consumed buffet style. More food could always be taken out of the barrels as needed.

 

As everything finished cooking, Mariella spread the table with bowls and platters of each delicious dish: bean soup, barley flatbed (which she thought would go nicely with the Rygeost cheese Brasa had offered to bring), honey roasted vegetables fresh from the farm, and she had grilled up fish from the river. She placed a few tiny tabletop fire pits along the table to keep everything hot then stepped back to examine her work. Satisfied, she smiled proudly at her modest feast. The table was large enough to seat up to eight. While she only expected five, she figured it would be good to be prepared in case of unexpected guests. 

 

Looking back at the sky, Mariella realized that it was nearly high noon. "Jasp! Come on boy, it's time. Let's wait up front for our guests," she called out to him. With a happy grunt, he turned and left the delicious spread behind to come lay beside her on the ground. With an anxious heart, Mariella sat on the decorated fence in front of her farm and waited, ready to wave her new friends over. 

 

((Rose, I figure the best way for you to jump into the RP is for you to have some reason to go to the school and notice the posters Mariella put up, or to have some reason to be at the school farmgrounds and walk by and decide to drop by. ))

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Joined: 09/26/2014
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((removed. i might try this later.))

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List of dragons here.

Art is linked to the artist's accounts, unless it's mine. In which case, there's no link.

I'll probably make art for you if you ask nicely. I can only draw animals, no humans.

Also my chat doesnt work in game anymore? So if it looks like I'm ignoring you, I am

not. I just uh, can't say anything in responce.

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Herze
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Viking Warrior
Joined: 12/15/2015
Dress to impress

((Welcome to Rose and Twistedclaw!))

 

Herze woke up the next day with a plan and a desire to impress. She took a little longer than usual, throwing out all the contents in her closet onto her bed and trying on nearly everything. Her painted, leather, knee-length skirt was the most festive thing, so she threw that over the dark blue pants she was already wearing. Next she decided on the copper-clad, high-top boots that went best with the skirt. She pulled a shoulder less top out of the mess, one with a copper plate and leather straps and put it on. It was something to look at, but… It wasn’t quite there yet. She skipped over to the dresser next to her closet and pulled out copper cuffs with jewelry on them, a few rings, two necklaces, a copper headpiece that was more jewelry than protection and added a suitable flower crown. Perfect. She looks both nice and battle-ready, which always comes in handy when you live on Berk. You never know who is going to attack, or when they're going to.

 

Feeling confident in her get-up, she prepared a quick breakfast, brought the fish basket over to Valkor for him to get whatever he wanted out of it and, after they were both fed, set out to bake for the clan meeting.

 

Surprisingly enough, Heather was the one to help her with the meat cake. Herze was making her way over to Phlegma yesterday when she ran into the other viking. Sometime during their conversation Herze told her about the cake and according to Heather baking could be seen as an applied science. Something about chemical and physical reactions, from what Herze could recall. She didn’t remember the whole spiel, since science had never been her forte, but she walked away with a recipe for meat pie and instructions on how to create fireless indoor lights. The only thing left to do was to gather the goods.

 

She made a quick stop at Phlegma’s for the baking soda, then went on to Rolf who often worked as a butcher around this time of year. The final stop was at Gobber’s, for some kitchen tools. Herze bit her lip as she pondered where to bake it. The kitchen at the Commons would probably have everything she needs, with the added benefit of being closer to the farm grounds than her house. When in doubt, shift responsibility. 

 

’Commons or back home?’’ She asked Valkor while loading the bags with their new shiny, sharp goods. Trader Johann was selling the bags some time ago and Herze loves them. They attach right to the saddle that Hiccup made her, are light weight and don’t get in the way of Valkor’s wings. The only thing she needed to do at this point was paint and accessorize them, but she hadn’t gotten to that yet. She climbs atop her dragon and expectantly looks at him. He looks back just as expectantly. ‘’Home or the Commons? Your call.’’ She repeated herself.

 

Valkor sighed once, obviously stating his exasperation, and took off into the air. They were headed east, so it seemed Valkor had decided to go with the Commons. The flight lasted a few minutes, but soon Valkor make a less than graceful descent to the Commons. Herze jumped off and rubbed him over his jaw. ‘’Gotta work on your landing there, buddy.’’ She laughed. Valkor leaned into the touch and licked her fingers. Herze quickly pulled away, her entire hand now covered in dragon spit, and she could tell Valkor was highly amused. That’s what happens when you tell someone something they don’t want to hear. ‘’An eye for an eye, I suppose.’’ Herze sighed. She rolled her shoulder, which were always quite stiff after a ride, and went inside. 

 

She’d been here before so finding the kitchen was easy. The place seemed to be empty for now and she figured it was as close to a ‘go ahead and use it’ as she was going to get. She dumped her hands in a bucket of water to wash of the dragon saliva, making a note to herself to throw it out later. Then she unloaded Valkor’s bags and made work setting everything up. ''Dough first.'' she read of the list. 

 

A grant total of four hours later, they had a messy kitchen and one okay pie. It wasn’t the greatest looking thing, but it would do. It’s not like they sort members on their baking skills. Or, wait, do they? Herze quickly shook the thought away. They most likely don’t. She sets the pie on a table and starts cleaning the kitchen appliances, the final item on her list was clean everything, after all. It’s nearly time when she finally goes out in daylight again and dumps the bucket of water from earlier over a few nearby plants. She stocks the tools she received earlier in Valkor’s bags and makes another note to herself to return those after the meeting. With a pie balancing dangerously on a plate in her hand, she climbs on Valkor’s back. 

 

‘’Let’s see..’’ She mumbles, trying to take the reminder she wrote out of her boot while not dropping the pie. ‘’Farm, plot 84, at the School Farmlands.’’ She read out loud, after she managed to get the note out. ‘’Just fly to the farmlands, and we’ll see from there? Sound good?’’ Valkor took off while she was speaking, so she thinks that’s probably and okay plan with him as well. 

 

The flight only lasts a couple of minutes, since they’re so close already. Valkor touches ground a few meters away from the Farmlands, gracefully this time, probably on account of the pie. Precious cargo needs special treatment. ‘’Alright.’’ Herze says while carefully climbing off the dragon. ‘’I think 84 is somewhere in the middle? Let’s just zigzag and see where it leads.’’ 

 

Herze is a little worried about being late when she spots the land they need to be at. The sun only tells her so much and she doesn’t have anything on her that could tell her the time. That worry takes away, though, when she spots a single person loitering about at the fence. Maybe she was early? Whatever she case, she increases the speed in her step and heads straight for the person.

 

The close she gets, the more she can make out. It’s a woman, she wears a green dress and.. Is that? It is. ‘’She’s wearing a flower crown!’’ Herze whispers to Valkor. ‘’We have something in common already. I feel like this is going to go great.’’ She smiles. The dragon looks at her suspiciously, like she’s too excited, and Herze pushes his face away. ‘’Don’t be such a downer. Flower crowns are like a good omen. All the nice people wear them, exhibit A.” She says the last part while flaunting her left arm over her body, indicating that she’s the exhibit. Valkor snorts. Herze rolls her eyes and makes her way over to the woman. 

 

‘’Hi, hey, hello there!’’ She triple-greets, which is a bit of a nervous habit. ‘’I’m Herze, I’m here for the, uh, clan meeting? I also brought a pie. A meat pie. I figured, in a viking clan, you can’t go wrong with meat.’’ She smiles, a little too brightly. Her fingers, on the hand not holding the pie, twitch involuntarily. This is going to go great, she reminds herself.

EsligHammer
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Joined: 05/20/2016
Eslig/Ambolt/Septimus/other dragon bios

Name: Eslig (pronounced Ezz-ligg)

Nicknames/Titles: N/A

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Residence: ​Small plot with a farm a few miles away from the School. It is not neighboring any other plots, allowing Eslig to lead a more solitary life if he so chooses.

History: Eslig is frequently tormented by dreams that show little snippets of his past, but he is no closer to remembering any of it than when he first woke up on a beach bear Berk, wearing prison chains and lying next to a half-dead dragon. Only a small pendant that he was wearing gave him a name; he cannot remember a family or a home. He has struck up a close bond with the dragon he was found with and the two spend nearly all their hours together. Together they live in a small house a couple secluded miles away from the school.

Personality: Eslig is aware of the wild rumors about his past, even as he works to invent a new future for himself on Berk. Some guess that he is a convict on the run, others speculate that he is a spy for Viggo, or that he is merely seeking attention. Whatever the circumstances, Eslig cannot remember. He wants to make friends but questions always arise about his curious arrival on Berk, questions that he cannot answer and would rather avoid. He enjoys making music and can play several instruments. Sometimes he will start playing a foreign melody unlike any that Berk has heard, but the music's origin remains as elusice as the memories of his past. He gets lost easily and cannot cook. He'll eat just about anything though (except saltwater fish), even managing to finish a pitcher of Yaknog. He possesses a strong work ethic and never backs down from a task.

Appearance: Medium-tall and lanky, with natural flaming red hair and green eyes.

Do you want to reserve a color for your Viking?​ Red please. If that isn't available I'll go with ​Dark Orange.

 

Dragon

Name: Ambolt

Species: Deadly Nadder

Age: Unknown, but young. He was just past the short-wing stage when he and Eslig arrived together on Berk.

Personality: Can be stubborn, and like many young dragons he is a bit of a troublemaker. Having Septimus nearby seems to bring out more of a fatherly side in him (although they aren't related). He hates enclosed spaces and loves flying at high speeds, often against the wishes of his rider. He gets along very well with other dragons, even if they don't always appreciate his antics. However, he is as loyal as the day is long and is very protective of humans.

History: Not much is known about Ambolt's past, but it is obvious that he remembers more of Eslig's history than his rider does. It seems as though Ambolt is as eager to move on from the past as Eslig is to remember it.

Appearance: Bright pink with a whitish-pink underbelly. Light-green tipped spines/plumage.

 

​Dragon #2

Name: ​Septimus

​Species: ​Deadly Nadder

Age: ​Baby

​Personality:  ​Septimus does everything with the utmost energy and enthusiasm. He is bold, cheeky, and pretty fearless for one his size. He has a tendency to run headlong into new situations without any regard for his own or other's safety: he's just that excited about new developments. When he is afriad he looks to Ambolt for protection, who in turn patiently mentors the tiny Nadder.

History: ​No one knows for sure who Septimus' parents are for sure, as his lone egg hatched outside the Great Hall during the joint Outcast/Berserker attack. That night, a lonely Septimus crawled underneath Ambolt's wing as the bigger Nadder sheltered Eslig with it. After Ambolt shares his fish with Septimus, the hatchling tags along with Eslig and Ambolt as they continue their adventures.

​Appearance: ​Septimus is a light turquoise color with cream spines and plummage.

 

 

Other/Misc. dragons

 

Tritone: Maroon, cream, and white Death Song. He is a hatchling who enjoys getting into trouble, and hasn't quite figured out that not everything needs Death Song amber on it. The only thing he will eat are eels, much to the horror of other dragons. Despite the stigma surrounding Death Songs, he gets along well with other baby dragons and loves to play with them-- he might just get carried away!

((Fun fact: Tritone's color scheme is based off my music theory textbook!))

 

Smash and Grab: A moniker earned from the Zippleback's approach to solving problems (most notably, how to open a barrel of fish), Smash and Grab are double trouble for Eslig. Like twins, they can have disagreements with each other but for the most part they are on the same page. Since it has not one but two mouths to feed, Smash and Grab combine to eat the most out of the hatchlings. Smash and Grab are male.

 

Brant: Brant is a steely-blue Razorwhip that is much calmer than his brothers. He is the most introverted of the bunch, prefering to stay close to his trainer during new/exciting situations. He can be a bit bashful around new people and dragons, but once you earn his loyalty Brant will stick with you through thick and thin.

 

((Edit: Added picture of Septimus plus a short bio for Tritone. Will update going forward as Eslig names the baby dragons in the RP. Also added Eslig's residence))

 

((Edit 11/30: Added bio for Smash and Grab))

 

((Edit 12/5: Added bio and picture for Brant))

 

EsligHammer
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In which the mail can't get through

((Sorry for the long post, I decided to expand a bit on Eslig/Ambolt's backstory and work with a bit of the RP from earlier))

 

Eslig's eyes snapped open and instantly he regretted waking up. A searing pain shot through his left shoulder and once again he cursed himself for agreeing to the dare. The challenge itself had been simple enough; fly as fast as possible through a densely wooded area, fashioned into a crude racing track. The execution was anything but. His mind flashed back to the fateful fun. Eslig and his dragon, Ambolt, were making good time and were about to set a record when disaster struck. Near the end of the track there was a new obstacle, a fallen branch in the shape of a large Y hidden around a sharp corner. He could still see the branches looming in front of Ambolt, could still remember the feelings of shock and helplessness as they barreled towards the obstacle, could still hear the pained roars from his closest friend. He looked over to where his dragon was snoring peacefully and fought a sudden lump in his throat. The Nadder was heavily bandaged around its chest and left wing. Eslig's brash decision had nearly cost them their lives, and they were both lucky to have been only minutes from quality medical attention. Gothi had initially been worried about Ambolt's wing, but the previous evening she had determined that the smaller branch that had pierced it had missed all the crucial ligaments and tendons. Her assistant, a girl with striking blue hair, had been more straightforward; absolutely no flying for the next two months, and if all went well there was a good chance that Ambolt's wing would fully heal. Eslig's arm she was less certain about. The left-most branch had encountered little resistance as it punched through the webbing on the dragon's wing and had caught Eslig square in the shoulder. His left arm hung limply now, cradled by a sling. With a sigh of regret, Eslig checked the sundial; with no sun to light it he decided to try to fall asleep again. Before long, the same dream he had been having for the past 2 months came back again.

 

Eslig tried to spread his hands and found he couldn't. They were shackled together with iron links, and the clink of metal on stone told him that the chain was connected to his cell wall. The cell itself was dark and cold, with only a soft light floating through the bars. Suddenly a lantern swung into view, and as the owner raised the light to his face the scene changed. This time, Eslig found himself high above the ground, clinging tightly to the back of a pink Deadly Nadder. His hands were still shackled, but the chain looked as if it had been violently broken. A powerful storm raged around them, winds threatening to throw them from the sky and rain soaking him to the bone. Lightning flashed much too close for comfort and the scene shifted again. Eslig and the Nadder were collapsed on a calm beach, the latter exhausted from what had obviously been a grueling flight and the former having no answers from the curious Vikings who had gathered around them.

 

The dream ended and Eslig woke again in a cold sweat, his heart racing. This "dream" was made up of his only memories of his time before Berk. He had no idea where his home was, why he had been in captivity, or how he had come to escape. This and the fact that he often kept to himself fueled wild rumors about his past, and he sometimes felt like he was distrusted by some of the youth at the School of Dragons. He didn't blame them, of course. If he hadn't been liviing it out he wouldn't believe his own story. Probably the best thing to come from his ordeal was the friendship he had struck up with the pink Deadly Nadder, a young male he named Ambolt. Ambolt and Eslig went practically everywhere together. Still, Eslig longed to make friends with some of the other youth, butin the two days after the racing accident all he got were pitying looks as he and his dragon walked through the town, sporting matching slings and matching brave expressions.

 

Eslig could be described as hotheaded, not due to his personality but because of his flaming red hair (Trader Johann was quite pleased with himself for coming up with that one). Ambolt, on the other hand, had a reputation as being a headstrong young dragon. Eslig knew that already the Nadder chafed against the strict no-fly rule, but thankfully Ambolt seemed to understand the consequences. That hadn't stopped the pink dragon from finding trouble though. Ambolt was nowhere to be seen this moring, so Eslig began quickly getting ready for the day. He knew that a grounded dragon couldn't get too far, and hoped that whatever mischief Ambolt had gotten himself into today wasn't too perilous.

 

Eslig's fears were confirmed by a ruckus coming from just outside his door, the familiar footfalls of his dragon standing out above the din. He opened the door to see Ambolt enthusiastically chasing a Terrible Terror around the yard. "Ambolt!" shouted Eslig. "Leave it alone!" The Nadder chased the Terror for a few more steps before allowing the terrified creature to scramble away and disappear into the morning sky. Ambolt shot Eslig a smug look and carefully retrieved a small scrap of paper from the yard. Eslig realized that the Terrible Terror had been trying to deliver a letter, but the message must have shaken loose during the chase. Eslig frowned as he read the letter; the address on it wasn't his. "Thank you, Herze, for letting me know you could make it to Earthguard's First Clan Meeting. I look forward to seeing you there! - Mariella" the letter read.

 

Eslig correctly guessed that no amount of fish would lure the Terrible Terror back to his house. Eslig addressed his Dragon. "Looks like we get to play mailman today. This letter isn't going to deliver itself. Besides, a little exercise would do you good and there are better ways to stretch your legs than chasing someone else's mail around the yard." The bandaged dragon chuffed, adopting what he thought was an innocent look. Eslig reached up to pat the Nadder on his nose. "I have no idea who these people are or where this place is, do you?" he asked as Ambolt sniffed the letter. The dragon roared in response. "Ok, wander aimlessly it is" Eslig agreed. "It's only one letter. How hard can it be?" ​Ambolt now looked like he was trying his hardest to raise an eyebrow. Eslig didn't have the heart to tell him that Deadly Nadders didn't have eyebrows. "Don't answer that", Eslig chuckled as he took in the ridiculous expression on his dragon's face. After grabbing an apple for himself and a pair of brown trout for Ambolt, the pair set off down the path in high spirits.

 

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Slowly opening her tightly

Slowly opening her tightly shut eyes Rose streched her entire body as she began to wake up. Accross the room to her Shadow had bugun to do the same. Seeing the Nadder extend her claws and opening her large teathfilled mouth to release a rather unattractive yawn, Rose chuckled and flipped round to jump out of bed. Heading over to get changed she opened her oak carved wardrobe and pulled out a purple and black leather jacket, in which she flung over herself, and slipped on a pair of trousers undernethe her skirt. 

 

Whilst decending the stairs she was greeted by her energetic Mother. Too energetic for the morning* Rose thought as she beamed a childish smile towards them. "How are you this morning?" Her mother asked as the simultaniously sat on the wooden table, placed almost again the wall opposit the fire place, "did you get enough sleep?" Reaching for her breakfast, consisting of corn and fish, she replied to her mothers questions. "Very good thank you. Shadow and I managed to get to bed fairly early if you would believe it." Hearing her mother reply with a warming laugh brought a smile to her face. "We're going to go for a morning flight in a bit." Rose explained looking over to Shadow seeing her gulp down a bucket of fish. "Thats great love," came from the voice of her Father who was now walking heavily down the stairs. "Just make sure you're not late for School." Thinking that she should head of as soon as possible, Rose gulped down the remainder of her fish, kissed her parents goodbye and, along with Shadow, headed out the door and soared into the clear blue sky that covered Berk in a hearty glow.

 

After a joyful and peaceful flight over Berk, the two headed over towards the large, impressive, wooden building that was the school. She had begun to attend it not to long ago and only had just been getting used to the layout of this awe-inspiring establishment. Landing smoothily, on the neatly cut grass, she hopped off of Shadow and began to stroll through the school grounds. 

 

Rose decided that she wanted to check out the training grounds that was located on the east side of the school grounds. Knowing that she wanted to try out racing she swiftly headed over to thunderdrum racing, but not before her attention was drawn towards a poster that had been pinned on a nearby colum. Leaning over for a better look she realised that it was a recruitment poster for a clan. She had heard about clans in the School but didn't know much about them. Seeing this parchment with a rather heartful crest plastered on it she began to read the information that was on the poster.

 

After a thourough read she turned towards Shadow and smiled lightly. "Whatcha think girl?" She asked still looking at the poster. "I was sure that I didn't want to join a clan at the moment, since I haven't been apart of the school so long, but now... I'm not sure. Look at this! This is the perfect clan for me. I may not get an opportunity like this again. But... Am I ready to join a clan? I mean what can I do that will benefit the clan?" She sighed as her head dropped to face the gravel covered floor below. "What do you think I should do?" Rose asked this time looking up to face her faithful companion. Shadow looked at her Rider and made an encouraging chirp that helped Rose make her final decision. "You're right. That settles it. Shadow we are joining the Earthguard!"

 

As quickly as she could Rose jolted to a table and began to scribble down a letter to be sent to the clan leader Mariella. The letter read-

Dear Mariella,

I saw your poster about you clan and I think it's the perfect clan for me! I'm not sure what I could bring to the clan to benefit it massivly but I'm not to shabby with racing and art and I'm friendly towards others. I hope you would consider me joining you amazing clan.

talk soon,

Namika Rose Grantwood.

 

And with that she called over a terrible terror and attacked the letter to his right foot. As the terrible terror began to fly to its given destination, Rose sat there hopeful yet fearful for what the future had in store for both her and Shadow.

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  Tally fell out of bed (only half-literally) without needing to be told off this time. She did the few farm chores Adora Belle couldn't - milking yaks and collecting chicken eggs - before preparing the dragons' breakfast with Ellen. She dropped a basket of eggs in there this time: the dragons liked to pick them out and crunch them up.

 

Samantha followed her from the moment she arrived in the stable yard, and made it pretty clear pretty quickly that she and only she was to be the dragon that accompanied Tally today, whatever she did. Tally just acceded: though she tried to treat all her dragons the same, she was undoubtedly closest to the little blue Stormcutter, even if the creature did try her patience sometimes.

 

The first job was to take the corn cobs in sacks to Trader Johann. Unfortunately, this time Berk was his last stop after the rest of the Northern lands, rather than his first: he had none of the interesting tropical fruits he sometimes brought with him. No matter: Tally took a few gold coins for the corn cobs, listened patiently to Trader Johann telling her how a sack of corn cobs once saved him from having to marry an Iberian princess and interceded when Sammie interrupted him with a cat-like attention-seeking headbutt.

 

She headed back to the farm, where Adora Belle was tending to the crops: Sammie darted up to her and the pair clicked, rumbled, rattled and chirped to each other as Tally prepared the fruit salad - more of a summer berry mix with a bit of honey and mint for interest.

 

She tried to sneak off without Adora Belle's "cakes", but the huge white dragon wiggled up to her and nudged her back towards her hut. The dragon wasn't happy until she'd seen Tally move the sticky, burnt objects into a box to be transported: Sammie took one sniff and retreated in alarm, and when Tally climbed onto her back she twisted her head around a hundred and eighty degrees, sniffed again and chirped questioningly.

 

"Yes, Sammie, I'm taking them with us. I honestly don't think Spike will let us leave without them", she sighed. Sammie gurgled a laugh, bunched her limbs and took off, her four wings beating in perfect time to get them both airbourne.

 

They sailed over Berk, past the Hall and stables, swooping low over the straits that divided the island from the School before soaring steadily upwards again: none of the aerial acrobatics Sammie loved today because of the squishy cargo in Tally's pack, but they enjoyed the flight nonetheless. Almost too soon the farms of the School were in sight, and Sammie descended gently, flying low over the farmsteads, looking for plot eighty-four.

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((Sorry, tough day for me at work. Just want an alcoholic beverage! Mead would be so awesome ... Anyway, I'm posting short things on the forum, but longer things like a nice RP post may have to wait.))

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That's okay!

((Take the time you need! Even if we wrap up the clan meeting before life stops giving you lemons, you can still jump in afterwards! Hopefully today was just a fluke and your workdays will be less tough from today on. ^_^))

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Work isn't fun! =(

((Aw, sorry to hear you had a tough time at work too. I didn't have a great work day either! The people there (Customers and Workers) make me so mad/sad sometimes. Take all the time you need. You can always jump in later. Hope you feel better soon!))

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((Hi all, just wanted to let you know I am working on my post and should have it done soon. I started it this morning and very much intended to finish it before I left for work today but.... life got in the way. Thanks for your patience!))

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((You and brasa have it tough today, lol. Anyway, it's totally fine if it takes a little longer! Real life commitments should always be prioritized. I'll be looking forward to your post! ^_^))

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Interuptions (Day 3, Noon, Clan Meeting Day)

((Eslig: Just wanted to say bravo for brilliantly connecting your character to both Lady Brasa's and my own posts. Well done!

TwistedClaw: I too, have a character based off myself and my own relatives and family history. It's great to feel like you're a part of the story because your character almost IS you. =D

Eslig: I sent you a message and edited the Character Information Post about how to add photos. Hope it helps!) )

 

    "It''s almost high noon," Mariella observed anxiously. She looked up at the sky; the sun nearly straight over her head. There was probably no more than a few minutes before its peak. Mariella heart began to beat faster when she thought about it. "Our guests should be arriving any minute!" she said, looking to Jasper and smiling nervously. "Are you ready?" Jasper looked at the sun and started wagging his tail, then closed his eyes and grunted happily in anticipation. He too, was excited to make new friends and chow down on the feast they worked so hard to create.

 

    "Hi, hey, hello there!" a female voice in the distance called out, getting louder as she grew closer. Startled, Mariella jumped in surprise and looked about for where the voice was coming from. She noticed that Jasper was now hopping about and grunting, looking up the road. Mariella followed his gaze and saw a young woman with beautiful, but messy curly dark blond hair walking quickly along with an impressively large Snow Wraith. Mariella just stood there shaking with nervousness and frozen by anxiety. Her thoughts raced. What do I do? Do I shake hands? What should I say? ...Do I look ok? Do I smell ok? ...She’s dressed up more than I am and has a bigger, rarer dragon.. What if she’s disappointed in me?

 

   She felt an encouraging nudge from Jasper, who then bounded up the road to greet the Viking and Dragon. Thankfully, this freed her from her downward spiraling thoughts. She took a deep breath. I can do this! she told herself, determined.  Mariella swallowed hard, composing herself, and put a smile on her face before running after her dragon who was already greeting the duo.

 

   "Hi there!  Welcome!" Mariella called out to the young Viking women as she caught up to them. Jasper was standing on hind legs, snorting and grunting happily, seeming to pretend to be like the bipedal Snow Wraith. He pawed the air almost as if waving. After taking a few seconds to huff and catch her breathe while Herze spoke, Mariella then smiled and continued, “It's such a pleasure to meet you, Herze-- you're just as nice in person as you described in your letter. I hope you had a pleasant journey to get here. My name is Mariella the founder of Earthguard." At the scent of the warm pie, Mariella's eyes lit up and closed with pleasure. "My, that does smell good! And so fresh... Thank you for bringing the pie--You are too kind!" She then motioned towards it, "Here, let me take it. We'll put it on the table with the rest of the food and then get you comfortable."

 

    The two girls went over the Viking's table and Mariella placed the pie down with the rest of the feast. The fire pits were still going strong. "There we go... now it will be kept nice and warm until the others arrive. I'm expecting quite a turnout," she told Herze proudly. “I hope they arrive soon so we can get this meeting started!”

 

    Just then, Mariella heard a loud dragon screech from above. She looked curiously up and was surprised to see a purple and yellow terrible terror flying in circles above her. “Huh! It’s Spyro. My favorite Terrible Terror in the whole Airmail Armada.” Mariella said as she put arm out for him. “He’s possibly the smartest dragon they have. Unlike many other terrible terror, he can deliver to both people he knows and addresses. He’s quite the tracker, too, but a little spunky at times.” she trailed on.  “I wonder why he’s here? Please excuse me...”

 

    The little purple dragon landed on her outstretched arm. Mariella flinched at the pinch of his talons at first, but then relaxed and carefully removed the message and read it over. “It’s a nice letter from a girl named Namikah... She wants to join Earthguard... I should reply right away. It should be just a moment!”

 

    Mariella grabbed a charcoal pencil and a scrap of paper from her waist pouches (which she always had handy) and wrote a letter:

 

Dear Namikah,

I know this is short notice, but I would be honored if you could attend Earthguard’s First Clan meeting, held today at The School Farmlands Plot #84. It has only started just now and will go on for some time. The terrible terror that carried this letter, named Spyro, can show you the way if you're close by. If you can’t make it to this meeting then I will keep you posted for the next opportunity.

Hoping to see you soon,

Mariella

 

   Once satisfied with her letter, Mariella placed it in the bottle tied to Spyro’s back. She gave him an affectionate rub on the head, then gave him a decent piece of beef jerky which he gulped down gratefully. “Okay, return this letter to Namikah please--Quickly. Now go!” Mariella lifted her arm and the little purple dragon went soaring through the air and high over the trees until he was gone. Mariella turned back towards Herze and apologized, “I’m so sorry that took so long, Herze.” She at the ground shamefully. “That was awfully rude of me. I hope you can forgive me for taking my attention away from you, my guest.”

 

    Again Mariella heard the excited grunts of Jasper the gronkle, but this time his focus was skyward. He jumped into the hair and started flying toward the speck in the sky. Mariella followed his path with her eyes to saw Tallyra--the kind ginger woman from the day before--flying on a magnificent blue Stormcutter. Her eyes grew wide with joy. “Tallyra! Hey, over here! It’s Mariella! I have somebody I’d like you to meet.” she cried out waving Tallyra over. a few secons later Tallyra noticed Jasper, and she and her dragon were coming this way.

 
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Herze was taken aback for a second, not knowing how to reply. She’d been over this time and time again with several teachers in the school, but polite speech just didn’t come naturally to her. She was still trying to form equally polite responses while being led into the farm and by that point, speaking didn’t even cross her mind. Even without all the decor- that Herze hoped wasn’t how people usually did up their farm, since she’d have to spend days trying to craft all that, not to mention putting it up- it was a well-packed farm. Herze didn’t even know people kept foxes. She honestly felt a little inadequate. If this was the standart, she had a long road ahead of her. 

 

Herze watched Mariella go about for a bit after taking a seat at the table she walked her to. She seemed a bit… Jittery? Excited jittery. Jittering all over the place trying to get everything right, jittery. It’s nice that she cares so much. It gives Herze the feeling that, even though she doesn’t know what she’s doing exactly, Mariella would gladly extend a helping hand. She spots a Terror flying close by and notices when Mariella sees it coming too. The other viking begins to tell her about that particular Terror and Herze is, yet again, awe-struck. She just called them all ‘buddy’ or synonyms of that word. She’d never thought about having a favorite Terrible Terror, or even cataloguing all Terrors by name and qualities. Spyro, she made a mental note, smartest Terror in the Airmail Armada, good tracker, little spunky at times

 

Herze nodded in reply when Mariella excused herself to write back. She glanced at Valkor for possible back-up, or at least possible entertainment, but he was too entranced by the presence of another dragon. It felt like looking at puppies, kind of adorable, but like something could go wrong any minute now. Valkor hasn’t been around other people nor dragons much, even if they live in Berk. There’s just so much to do every day that they don’t take proper time to socialize. Now was their turning point, though. 

 

She glances back at Mariella, who’s now coming back over. Herze let a smile slip as Mariella’s attention was pulled away again, right after she apologized for it. It’s a little comical. "Tallyra! Hey, over here! It’s Mariella! I have somebody I’d like you to meet.”

 

Tallyra? Herze focuses back in on Mariella and sees her looking up into the sky. She follows the line of sight and sees a cloud of blue and white. No, she snickers to herself, more like a storm. She admires the beast for a second before she focuses on the rider. The first thing she notices is her hair, brightly orange and standing out magnificently, kind of hypnotic in the same way that watching a fire burn is. She gets up from her seat to stand beside Mariella and receive the next guest. 

 

“One stormcutter coming in hot. What a beauty.’’ She vocalizes her thought without really meaning to, but she figures it was at least a semi-appropriate thing to say, so it doesn’t really matter. ‘’Tallyra- is she already part of the clan? You seem to know her.’’ Herze asks the other viking, who still has her eyes on the dragon and rider coming this way. She’s thankful, really, because she’s not sure how to function properly  at the center of attention. The more the merrier, as they say, and according to Mariella it’s going to be very merry indeed.

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((Welcome to the RP, Eslig

((Welcome to the RP, Eslig and Twistedclaw! It's good to have your charakters and stories here! :-) With 8 people we make quite some nice clan now :-) ))

 

Only half-awake Rubinesse turned around to get out of the bright morning sun that shone through the window right onto her face. She tried to pull her blanket closer but it didn't move. She tried again without success. Only when she heard a snarl behind her, she opened her eyes and realized she was pulling on a black wing instead of her blancket. "Oh...sorry..." When she turned back to the other side, she looked into a blithe dragon face. The Whooly Howl purred and before Rue could stop her, started licking her face. "Urgh...ahh...no...pfffp" She brushed Winnie away from her and stumbled to her feed. "Good morning to you, too" she grumbled. Standing there with a towel in her hands to clean her face she noticed that she felt better. Her limbs still felt a bit heavy but there was no feeling of having caught a cold anymore. It seemed like the bitter tea made of healing herbs that she had drunk before going to bed last night had helped. Or maybe it had rather been Winnie that had warmed her. So there was nothing standing in the way from attending the clan meeting! "I feel better!" Winnie flapped her wings and jumped off the bed. "Thank you for holding me warm. That was so kind of you." Rue was about to pet her when she almost slipped on a rotten fish head on the floor. Right... the herring heads... By now a strong scent of rotten fish filled the air in her little hut. "I hope you don't mind if I don't eat them anymore, do you?" Rue picked the smelly pieces up and through them out in her backyard. Someone would find them and be surely very pleased. She was often surprised by how strong dragon's stomachs were.

 

For breakfast she prepared some bread and some of the Leipajuusto that was left. Winnie was looking into the fish basket to get her breakfast and made some disappointed sound. "Oh, wie ran out of fish? Alright, so we're gonna go fishing before we leave for the Lookout."

2 hours, 4 salmon, 3 halibut, 8 herring, 2 eels and 5 perch later they were back home. Rue got dressed into some clothes that didn't look too worn-out and neither too fanzy for the occasion and went to her garden to get some dragon nip for the other viking's dragons. Her eyes fell on the newly grown peppermint plants and as it was a sunny warm day, she decided to make some refreshing lemonade* that the could bring to the meeting as well. She hurried inside because there wasn't much time left, but noticed that Winnie had only eaten half of a herring for breakfast. "Are you okay? Aren't you hungry?" The Whooly howl was laying on her sleeping spot, relaxing in the sun and shook her head a little. But because she looked healthy and content, Rue went back to making lemonade. "After you came home late und you're not so hungry as you usually are, I still wonder what you have been doing all day long yesterday... You wanna tell me?" She just got some mysterious and amused look from the dragon's eyes as an answer.

 

When they made their way down to the harbor, Rubinesse noticed she had not replied to Marriellas invitation mail at all. She had been so consumed by her cold that she had not even been thinking about sending her an answer that she would gladly accept the invitation. Also she suddenly realized she could have told Brasa that the ordered ointments were almost ready and she would deliver them soon. She had just not been at her best yesterday...

Speaking of.. The vikings she met while she was walking down to the harbor seemed all pretty pale and calm today. She didn't stop to talk to anyone because she was in a bit of a hurry to catch the boat but she wondered what had happened to them. Berk was much more quiet and almost deserted compared to how it usually was... The ferryman on the boat told her he had heard some rumors about some prank Ruffnut and Tuffnut had played on the people yesterday. But because he had been on his boat the whole day he didn't know more about that. Today they were lucky, the sea was calm and steady, so no seasickness for Rubinesse and Winnie. Instead they got into a fight with an angry Scauldron that attacked the little boat and would have sunken it if Winnie had not shot back some impressive ice bursts. Rue spotted two small Baby Scauldons in the water, one blue and one green, which were so cute that she had almost forgotten to look out for hot water shots from their angry mom. Luckily Astrid and Stormfly came by by chance and helped the boat to get to land safe.

 

Now, Rubinesse was glad having left early just because "you never know"... Now they were almost late for the meeting. The sundial at the Lookouts showed high noon straight. Her jar full of lemonade and the basket with the dragon nip in her hands Rubinesse hurried towards the farm lands, Winnie following her close on her heels. "By the way... Those ice bursts you shot against the Scauldron were amazing! I didn't know you could do that! I've never seen you fire with so much power..." Winnie nodded her head in a proud way and smiled. She let Rubinesse sit on her back and rushed along the long path between the farm plots. 12...13... Why do so many people have to have their own farm plots? There are so many... 25 ... 37 ... 54 ... With strong jumps Winnie headed along the plots that were on the right and on the left sides of the small middel path. Every few steps she jumped into the air and flapped her wings wich held her in the air for some seconds. "Easy please, Winnie. I don't wanna break the jar with the lemonade... 79 ... 82 ...83 ...84! Here it is. That must be the plot." She felt nervous when she got off her dragon's back and approached the entrance to the farm. Winnie walked right at her side and gave her a reassuring little nuzzle. Rue took one deep breath and looked into the farm that was behind entrance No. 84. "I hope this is the right one..." The farm looked decorated and nicely kept, Rue could see many animal pens and even foxes and puffins. In the middle were two woman who seemed to be greeting a third woman who was sitting on a beautiful little Stormcutter. Next to them a big Snow wraith was trying to play-fight with a lovely Gronckle that seemed a bit intimidated by the strengh of his gruff white fellow. Hesitantly, Rubinesse entered the farm and walked over the grass towards the three woman.

Suddenly, the snow wraith noticed Winnie and came running towards them. A bit frightened because she had not been around a snow wraith before Rue stopped and Winnie placed herself protectively in front of her and growled. Before Rue could say or do something the two dragons were rolling on the grass, play fighting, snarling and shooting ice bursts in the air. It seemed they liked each other... but it also seemed like they were going to break something if they would not stop romping like that.

"Winnie, stop it!"

"Valkor!"

The dragons calmed down and returned to their vikings. All eyes were on Rubinesse now and she felt like turning around and running away. "Oh..ahm, I'm sorry" she said, looking at the icicles hanging from the barn after an ice shot had hit it. Rubinesse thought it looked really pretty in fact, the ice was glittering in the sun and already started to melt but she decided it'd be better to keep that for herself right now.

 

((*Rue's Lemonade: ...is of course non-carbonated (I don't think vikings were able to carbonate drinks back then, correct me if I'm wrong) water with refreshing peppermint and lemon clover leaves and a little bit of honey))

 

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((i forgot to do it in my last post, but welcome Eslig!))

 

Herze was still facing the two women she was talking with when she heard Valkor being unusually loud, even for a big dragon as he is. She picked up the sound of his footsteps and it seemed he was headed for the entrance. Herze whipped around, because whatever could catch Valkor’s attention when there was another dragon there must be something grant. And it was, it was a second dragon. Herze kept one ear trained on the conversation with the two women and her eyes on the viking walking in. She seemed a little frightened at first, stopping dead in her track and having her dragon protect her. Herze was about to step in when the two dragons started playing.

 

Herze watched on, amused at their dragons’ theatrics, when the other viking called out for their dragon to stop. ‘’Winnie, stop it!’’ That was Herze’s cue that maybe having two ice dragon play fight in a secluded area wasn’t the greatest idea.

 

‘’Valkor!’’ She shouted out, trying to catch his attention. She jogged over to him and grabbed him by the head, one hand rubbing below his jaw and one petting the side of his massive head. ‘’I don’t think Mariella would appreciate you two wrecking her farm. I mean, she might, since those icicles are some great decorations and natural water sources for her plants, but let’s just not find out, yeah?’’ She reasoned with him. Valkor growled and shook his head loose, giving her a glare. He didn’t seem to care about leaving a good impression so much when the upside of completely ruining this for them were play fights. Herze snickered and leaned against him. ‘’I know, but look at it this way; if we leave a good impression now, we get to come around and play more often.’’ She said, nudging his jaw with her elbow. Valkor rumbled a bit, but he seemed to understand the logic behind it.

 

Herze deemed it safe to take her attention off the Snow Wraith and turned towards the new viking, who was now apologizing. Frankly, Herze didn’t feel there was something to apologize for, it’s not like their dragons broke something. It was the welcoming atmosphere she feels now that is taking away the cloud of nervousness she had earlier and it’s slowly making her loosen up. ‘’Heya! I’m Herze, and this safety violation is Valkor.” She smiled, pointing her thumb at Valkor casually, introducing them both. 

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Rue chuckled a bit about the other viking's introduction of her dragon as a "safety violation". Their two dragons playing around with each other and being welcomed in such a friendly and open way by this girl helped Rubinesse to break the ice. "Hello Herze! It's nice to meet you! And it's nice to meet you, too, Valkor." she added turning to the snow wraith that still didn't look too happy about having to stop playing with Winnie. "I've never been so close to a snow wraith before, they are still rather rare on campus. He's gorgeous."

Winnie was now sitting calmly next to her. Only from her tail fin clapping the ground Rue could tell she would have loved to continue playing and running around with her new found friend. "I'm Rubinesse by the way. And this is Winnie. I'm glad and a bit surprised that our two dragons get along that well right from the beginning. ...Anyway, I wanted to ask, is this the Earthguard clan meeting?"

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Tally hopped down from Samantha's shoulders and watched the ice dragons, amused. Beside her, Sammie huffed at being upstaged by a cute young Woolly Howl and a Snow Wraith considerably bigger than she was. She sat bolt upright, puffed out her chest and lifted her chin, as if to suggest she was above all that nonsense.

"You're just jealous you didn't think of it first", Tally told her, reaching up to scratch her dragon's neck affectionately. Samantha huffed again, dropped onto her wings and strolled over to Jasper, rumbling and chattering.

 

Tally looked sideways at Mariella, who was also grinning, apparently unconcerned about the unseasonal icicles now decorating her farm. For the first time, she thought, she was around people that really got dragons.

 

She hefted the pack off her back onto the floor and unpacked her berry dish, carefully wrapped in oilcloth: then removed the box with Adora Belle's sticky buns. Jasper rumbled and began to sniff the air: Sammie snorted, tilted her head and stared at the Gronckle as if he'd... well, as if he'd proposed eating the things. She glanced back, spotted the table, laid with food, and said "Can I put this over there?" And, after a brief pause and because Tally found it easier to socialise if she was doing something practical: "You look like you've got everything organised, but is there anything I can help with?"

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For the umpteenth time, Eslig wished that Ambolt could fly. Eslig's feet were sore from walking and they were no closer to finding this Herze than when they started. To make matters worse, he was hopelessly lost. He wasn't a great navigator but he was pretty sure that houses don't usually exist in the middle of the school's farm plots. It was Ambolt's turn to wander aimlessly, and the Nadder continued to lead them deeper and deeper into the farmland. "You do know we are looking for a house, not a barn?" Eslig asked. Ambolt ignored him and began to sniff the air. Eslig wondered if Ambolt's strange behavior had something to do with the Stormcutter that flew over them a while ago. It had been ridden by an orange-haired girl carrying a box of.... something. Rotting fish heads? Yaknog? The burnt salad he had tried making for dinner last night? Eslig had only caught a whiff of the scent but that was enough to tell him that it was not something he wanted to be closer to. But Ambolt seemed enamored with it, so Eslig was forced to half-walk/half-jog to match the pace of his dragon.

 

Suddenly, Ambolt doubled his pace and Eslig found he had to run to keep up, dodging in and out of the cornstalks in his path. He had just lost sight of the Nadder when he reached the edge of the field, bursting through the final row of corn. The first thing Eslig noticed were the icicles on the barn. The second thing he noticed were the eight pairs of eyes all focused on him. Four girls and four dragons, including the Stormcutter they had seen earlier, had gathered together for what looked like a picnic. Ambolt made a beeline for the strange-smelling box and drooled over it while Eslig's face turned almost as red as his hair. "Uhh... hi?" he offered weakly, giving them a small wave with the letter he clutched in his right hand. "We're trying to find a person named Herze. I don't suppose any of you know her?"

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((Whoops! Accidentally made a new post instead of fixing this one. Oh well. If only it were possible to delete posts!)) 

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Breaking the Ice (Day 3, Noon, Clan Meeting Day)

((Oh, family can be such a bother. After several inturruptions and completion of chores and making of dinner, I finally have my RP post. Thank you all for your patience!))

 

    Mariella was gazing up at the beautiful stormcutter as she was coming in for a landing and she was completely enchanted by the dragon's beauty and elegance. The stormcutter was one of the rarest, though most prized dragons in the school and it was quite the experience to see one in person. “One stormcutter coming in hot. What a beauty.’’ Herze observed. "Yes, what a sight!" Mariella agreed. She turned to Herze then, smiling. "But your boy, he's something else too," she complimented genuinely, to which Herze thanked her. 

 

     Herze then asked about Tallyra (who was still making her way over). "Oh, Tallyra? I actually don't know her well. We met just the other day," Marriella replied. "It's a funny story actually, haha..." Mariella chuckled, her eyes full of laughter as she thought about the day before.

 

     But Marriella's laughter and story were cut short. Just as Tallyra was landing, Herze's bright white Snow Wraith suddenly darted up the road towards two figures in the distance. At first, the two dragons were posed to fight. The second dragon appeared to be a whooly howl and was growling protectively in front of her trainer. During the silence and stillness that followed Mariella's heart skipped a few beats. But then just as suddenly the two dragons romping about, running back toward Mariella's farm as they played until they were rolling about on her grass lawn. Mariella relaxed and contentedly watched the two dragons who were having so much fun. 

 

     The dragons got a little carried away in their play fighting and began blasting ice all around the farm. A few trees were shot, her barn, some flowers and rocks and patches of grass. Jasper, who had returned to the farm with Tallyra,  automatically landed in front of Mariella to protect her, but Mariella just leaned on him and peered over his head to see what was going on. 

 

     "Winnie, stop it!"

     "Valkor!"

 

     After a little scolding and a little soothing the two dragons calmed down. Jasper, feeling that the threat had passed, sat down and turned his head to look at Mariella with concern. To make him feel better, she pat him on the head and scratched his ear. "Thanks for protecting me."  

 

     Feeling more relaxed, Jasper looked from one dragon to another and grinned at each of them. His tail started wagging when he saw the stormcutter coming over. He jumped up and snorted in greeting then bounced about in a friendly matter, grunting and rumbling.

 

     After everybody was settled back down, the new girl turned to the others and apologized.  Mariella just shook her head and smiled. "Oh, It's nothing--don't worry about it! The two dragons had a blast and nobody got hurt! Jasper's actually caused many a mess worse than this." Mariella assured her with a warm smile. 

 

     Herze introduced herself and her dragon, Valkor. Then the new girl, now more relaxed, introduced herself as Rubinesse and her dragon as Winnie. The two girls shared a moment over their two dragons then Rue turned and looked at each of the Vikings and asked, "...is this the Earthguard clan meeting?"

 

     "Ah yes!" Mariella replied excitedly. "This is the place. My name's Mariella... And that boy over there--He's Jasper." She pointed over to the gronckle, who was now sniffing the air with his mouth watering. Seeing him sniff about, she realized that there was something funky in the air. Oh no, did a terrible terror get into my Surstromming again? she wondered, hoping nobody else noticed the strange smell.

  

     "Can I put this over there?" Tallyra asked, showing Mariella a dish an box. The dish was full of a rather delicious looking berry salad while the box... seemed to be the source of the smell. Jasper, sniffing around, definitely was heading in her direction. 

 

     "That would be great, thank you Tallyra," Mariella answered. "And umm.. if you have any dragon food, that can go at the second table. I'm not sure what you have, but Jasper's going crazy for it!" By now Jasper had come right up to her and sniffed the box. He closed his eyes in delight and licked his lips and wagged his tail furiously, hoping to try whatever treat he was smelling. 

 

     Tallyra offered help, but Mariella wasn't sure if there was anything she could do. She looked around the melty, icy paradise her farm had become and had an idea; she went over to a hunk of ice and broke a piece off of it. "Oh! We could chip some ice and use it to keep our drinks cold," Mariella half joked. It was crazy, but could work! "Heh, It must be handy having ice dragons around in the summer!"

 

     Mariella heard the thump of dragon feet running towards them. She looked  up and saw a bright pink nadder coming in fast and heading right for Tallyra. It stopped suddenly and started drooling, staring right at the box. Jasper looked grumpily at the Nadder, then turned to Tallyra and looked up at her with his cutest whine and the biggest puppy-dragon eyes he could muster.

 

   "Uhh... hi?" A voice came from Mariella's cornfield, and she was surprised to see a boy with flaming red hair. He gave them a small wave. "Um... hello!"  She waved back to be friendly, but didn't recognize him. Why was he in her cornfield, anyway? She wasn't sure, but it looked like something was in his hand. Who's that? she wondered. Why he's here? She looked curiously over at him and tilted her head. 

 

     As if reading her mind, he answered, "We're trying to find a person named Herze. I don't suppose any of you know her?"

 

    "Umm..." Mariella began, unsure what to say. Deciding it wasn't her question to answer, she looked toward Herze to see if she wanted to be found.

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Brasa scowled at her Smokebreath, Hyacinth. The beast was quite stubbornly refusing to let out any smoke at all until she produced some metal trinket or another. "Oh, fine!" Brasa fished around her pouch and pulled out a few coins. She'd get them back later when Hyacinth wasn't looking. The Smokebreath had had her back turned to Brasa, but as hearing the little jingle, she whipped around and practically bounced with excitement. She snatched them away, fled to her cave-stable briefly, and reappeared - satisfied. She flopped down underneath a two layered grate Brasa had rigged, one with the nettle from Rue and some straw, and the one on top with three roundish disks of nearly complete Rygeost. The dragon puffed away for the next 10 minutes or so, smoking the cheese with straw, nettle, and of course, dragon essence. It kind of gave the cheese a bit of a clean fishy overtone.

    Brasa straightened her head gear for festivals and gatherings - a flowered ringlet with small deer's antlers. She checked the cuffs for dragon blood or other excrement. All clean. She and the other students had made rounds checking in on various dragon patients. The nadder whose shoulder had been run through was healing nicely and had needed a change of bandage and new poultice applied. Prickleboggle essence worked wonders. The nadder was already getting restless, to be out and about. There was to be no flying whatsoever for a couple months, but Gothi and the students supposed brisk walking was fine. Still, they had made sure the bandage was very secure with explicit instructions not to chew! As a last resort, a collar of sorts might need to be rigged, as stitches tended to get itchy as they healed. (( think the doggie "cone of shame"! E-collar. ))

   The cheese got a nice golden brown smoke color to it, and Brasa wrapped the pieces in some linen cloth. Hyacinth flitted away, no doubt to rearrange her metal collection yet again. She sweared that dragon was making statues sometimes out of the metal odds and ends.

   Clintonia stepped up, saddled and ready to go. Brasa packed the cheese into the saddlebags and mounted up. They few into the air from the stables, and over the mountains to the student farmland. Plots were numbered from the pathways on the ground, but also on top of a boulder which could be seen from above. The numbers were a bit hard to read with the sun shining so brightly, but Brasa saw the number she needed and Clintonia flew in for a landing. She nearly stuck the landing but hopped a couple times as her chubby bulk settled to the ground in some tall grass.

   It was quiet. There were some birds and insects chirping. A few grasshoppers bounced away from them. "Huh." Brasa muttered to herself. Clintonia also grunted questioningly. This plot was not in use. The garden plots were overgrown, and the fencing had started to fall down. There were no dragons or people around. "Well, lets go back up and check that number again, girl," Brasa said. Clintonia obligingly sprang into the air again and skimmed over the number-rock. "Oh Freya's Fiddlesticks, this is 64, not 84!" Brasa exclaimed in annoyance. She really ought to look into some of the colored glass inventions Heather and Hiccup had come up with - she thought she'd heard of a helmet or goggles with colored glass to look through that helped cut down on the sun's glare. She already had to squint in direct sunlight, and she wasn't wearing her helmet today which kind of shaded her eyes. Now she was going to be late!

"That way, girl, shouldn't be too far off!" Brasa yelled into the air and pointed westward. Clintonia glanced back at Brasa past her pinkish frill and grunted in acknowledgement. They quickly came upon a sprawling and well manicured farm with plenty of happy animals and cut grass. There were already several people and dragons there. Mariella was amongst them, dressed in green. Clintonia curved around to find a landing spot and descended.

 

((Another chaotic day, but managed to get something up!))

((Welcome new clan mates!!))

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Now that their dragons had calmed down, Rue and Herze had approached the other two girls who were standing near a large table filled with delicious food. The girl with dark blond hair who seemed to be the owner of the farm didn't seem to be angry about the wild dragon play-fight and she introduced herself as Mariella. "Ah, you are Mariella. Thank you for the invitation!"

Rubinesse saw her getting some little chunks from the melting ice. "That's a good idea, I brought some lemonade." She put some ice into the drink and placed the jar on the table. Next to her stood the girl with the red hair whose name she didn't know yet and who was trying to put a delicious looking fruit salad on the table while Mariellas Gronckle Jasper was running after her and sniffing excitedly the other box she was holding. A terrible smell came from that box and Rue hoped whatever was in there was meant rather as dragon food than for vikings. The Gronckle instead seemed to be thrilled by it, he was drooling a bit and his tongue was hangig out of the right side of his mouth. Rue stepped back to escape the smell a little, but smiled about the Gronckles excitement. She was about to say something about him and to ask the red haired girl for her name when she had almost bumped into a pink Deadly Nadder that came running towards the smelly box as well, his eyes glowing almost as excited as Jasper's. Everybody's attention was drawn to a red headed and -haired boy that was standing on the other side of the farm next to the corn field, so Rue did barely notice the blue Shovelhelm hovering over the farm.

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Herze led Rubinesse back to where she had been with the other two vikings, holding a conversation with her. “As much as I like to think Valkor’s one of a kind, there’s actually a bunch of Snow Wraiths back where I used to live.” She starts, “He’s got a few siblings back on the island as well, but we decided to move to Berk a year or so ago.” She explains. “I guess they species doesn’t usually get off the island? I’ve never seen another Snow Wraith here, either.” 

 

She feels like she’s dragging on too much about herself and they’re closing in on Mariella and Tallyra, so she opts for a change in topic. “But I’ve never met a Whooly Howl, either. Seems like a great dragon, if that display just now is anything to go by.” She smiles at the other viking. 

 

Herze watched as Mariella started making use of the icicles, which seemed like a great idea to her. "Heh, It must be handy having ice dragons around in the summer!” Mariella said. Herze snorted in response. ‘’You’d think that, but Valkor just gets lazy because of the heat and refuses to do anything productive.” She laughs, and is immediately greeted by a pointy wing in her back. Right, she shouldn’t embarras Valkor publicly. It’s really a shame she won’t get to tell them about the time they got stranded on a glacier for two weeks because Valkor refused to move, but she gets over it. She wonders if the thing Tallyra brought could make Valkor more active during warm seasons. It seemed to be doing the trick, if the enraptured state of her dragon is anything to go by.

 

Herze was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t notice another viking joining them. “Uhh… hi?” A male voice rang from across the farm. She turned towards the sound and found a boy with red hair, anxiously looking at them. "We're trying to find a person named Herze. I don't suppose any of you know her?” He asked them. Herze squinted her eyes at him, trying to remember if she’d met him somewhere before. She turned to Valkor to see if he had any recollection of the viking, but he also seemed to be clueless. Well, then. Go for broke and find out who he is? 

 

“I’m Herze.” She spoke up. “I’m sorry but I can’t remember meeting you before. I have a shoddy memory sometimes, though. Who are you?” She interrogated him, all with a smile on her face. She wonders if the way she phrased that made it come across as hostile, which it wasn’t meant to be. She just gets a little… Spooked? Yeah, spooked and on edge, when people are asking after her. 

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Just a little closer to the party ...

((Trying to get a little more in while I have a sec!))

 

Brasa and Clintonia landed near the chickens. They already were clucking irritably, probably because of the ice melting over the farm. She hoped Mariella's vegetables didn't wither from unexpected frost exposure, since it was clearly the work of ice dragons during summer. Brasa slid down Clintonia's side to her extended fore arm, and she rummaged inside the saddlebags to pull out the cheese. Clintonia snuffled at the air. As always, it looked like she had a smile on. "Alright, let's see what's going on," and they both stepped forward. Brasa had met Mariella and Tallyra, so she started gravitating toward them first, as they were just a wee bit more familiar to her. Clintonia on the other hand was a friendly beast and had no problems stepping right up to the other dragons and calling and sniffing in greeting. It seemed Boulder dragons tended to be more "snuggly" and often were cheerily unobservant of the concept of personal space. The stormcutter nodded and grunted in recognition, but remained sitting upright loftily. The Snow Wraith and Howl seemed to be calming down and had enough physical contact - they were probably the cause of the ice. The nadders were a bit to spikey to sidle up close too. But Mariella's gronckle, Jasper, was just right, and and after greetings, Jasper and Clintonia bumped up closed to together grunting, shoulder to shoulder. Oh, and it looked like that injured Nadder was here, too, Brasa noted. Ambolt, she recalled his name. She eyed the bandage - still good and tight. The dragon seemed in good spirits, but of course being young a brazen, he wasn't going to admit to any pains. So probably his rider was here as well. Brasa was happy to see he was well enough to be up and about.

  Brasa made her way over to the food table to lay the Rygeost pats out. Everyone seemed a little distracted with a boy standing in the corn. Was that Ambolt's rider?

 

((Calder totally reminds me of Shaggy from Scooby-Doo XD ))

 

((ADDENDUM: Sorry, kind of getting characters mixed up! I was thinking Calder was hidden in the corn. For some reason, seemed like something Calder would do, being elusive, if I read his bio correctly. Obviously rushed over entries :(  ))

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Meeting the group

((Is Calder at the party/meeting yet?))

Much to Eslig's surprise, a teenage girl with dirty-blond hair and a flower crown spoke up. "I'm Herze", she announced. "I'm sorry but I can't remember meeting you before. I have a shoddy memory sometimes, though. Who are you?" Score one for wandering aimlessly! Eslig mentally cheered. Somehow they had sutmbled upon the very person they were looking for.

​Eslig realized that he had comepletely forgotten to introduce himself. "My name's Eslig. I'm pretty new to Berk" he replied, careful to avoid the specifics of his arrival. "The walking stomach over there" -he gestured to the pink Nadder still drooling over the box- "is Ambolt". Ambolt rumbled an affirmative and flapped his good wing in acknowledgement. Eslig recounted how he had come to have the letter, finally realizing that the appropriate thing to do was deliver it. "So... here you go!" he finished lamely, handing Herze the letter. He noticed that Brasa, the blue-haired healer, had arrived as well. Besides Herze, whom he knew only by name, she was the only familiar face in the group. Happy to step out of the spotlight, he excused himself to go talk to her. He caught up to the healer as she was adding more food to the already impressive spread on the table. "Is this a meeting of some sort? Where exactly are we? Can you tell me how to get to my house from here?" The questions tumbled out.

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Expected and Unexpected Guests (Day 3, Noon, Clan Meeting Day)

(( Both TwistedClaw(Caldor) and WaterRose(Namika) have yet to make their first post, but that's ok. Not everybody needs to join the clan right away. People can deveop their characters first, maybe even decide not to join after this first meeting and later come back to it. That's the glory of RP. You have infinite choices. We'll find a way to work them in once they are ready.))

 

     A moment passed. “I’m Herze.” Herze finally spoke up. She seemed hesitant at first, but who could blame her. The boy seemed to be a stranger to both her and her dragon Valkor and it was making them uneasy. "I'm sorry but I can't remember meeting you before. I have a shoddy memory sometimes, though. Who are you?" 

 

     The boy introduced himself as Eslig, and his dragon as Ambolt before handing Herze a letter--which Mariella recognized as her own. "Oh! I think that's the letter I sent you." Mariella explained to Herze, she got a closer look then continued, "It was to thank you for letting me know you were going to attend the Meeting."  She then looked thoughtully to the sky. "You know, I think it was Fraidy who was delivering the letter. The poor little Terror must have been spooked and lost the letter he was carrying..." she mumbled to herself, recalling the event. Fraidy was quite a skittish, white and yellow-bellied Terrible Terror.

 

     After looking up from the letter, Mariella saw Eslig head towards the Viking's table. And lo and behold, there was Brasa! The final expected guest had arrived. (Well, other than Namika, but her invitation was on short notice.) There was Brasa and Tallyra who she met in person, then Rubinesse and Herze who had replied by mail. Figuring that she could give up her own chair if needed, she decide she would invite the new boy to the feast.

 

     Mariella walked over to Eslig and Brasa and gave a friendly wave to her blue haired friend. "Hey Brasa! Welcome! I'm so you could make it." she said with a smile then looked at the new pats of cheese on the sable, taking a deep, satified breath, closing her eyes in delight. "...and that cheese sure smells delicious...thank you!" 

 

     She then turned to the red haired boy, Eslig. "You know, I thought it was very kind and thoughtful of you to hand-deliver that letter. As a reward, why don't you stay a while and have a bite to eat? We have much more than needed," she decided, surveying the large spread of food. "Heh, who knows, maybe you'll decide to join our clan if like what you hear. After all, our Clan Meeting is about to officially begin!"

 

     Turning and looking at each Viking, with her heart racing and her eyes full of excitement, Mariella spoke up: "Now that everybody is here, let's all come over to the tables and feast! We'll use this opportunity to get to know each other and learn more about what Earthguard is all about. What do you say-- ready to eat?" she half announced, half asked, motioning towards the great feast.

 

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(Sorry it took a while XL it'll be fine after tomorrow it's just i have a GCSE exam XL)

 

After recieving the heart warming respons from Mariella, Rose eargerly set off to the allocated plot and meet her fellow clan mates. On the way to Mariella's plot she walked past her own and saw her parents calmly tending to the crops that had now begun to grow. "Hey guise!" Entering the woven gateway of Grantwood's plot both her mother and Father looked up and smiled hearing the voice of their daughter. "Hello Darling'" replied her mother, "Are you here to offer your dear parents some help?" She asked with a cheezy smile. "I could stay for a while," She explained, "Besides, we wouldn't want you two to pull of muscle or something, what with you frail bones." A huge grin grew on the teenagers face as her parents expressed a humerous face of discussed and playfully threw some water. 

 

With the atmosphere calming down, and Rose helping her Mum harvest chicken eggs, She decided that she probably should make her parents aware of her decision to join a clan. "So um... I saw this poster on one of the columns in the training ground and well it was a clan recruitment poster. I know what you're going to say that I shouldn't be focusing on joining a clan, but guise, I think this is the perfect opportunity for me. Look!" She eagrely handed her Mother the poster. Scanning it with her blue lit eyes she returned her stare to her daughter. "As long as you don't go crazy." She explained with a grin on her fair face. "I'm mean it, or your father would go insane, what with you staying up till Thor knows when doing Thors know what." She kneeled down, making herself eye level with Rose. "As long as you know what your doing. Then I trust you." Embracing her mother into a tight hug she whispered softly into her ear, "Thank you."

 

"Now go, I'm sure you're excited to meet everyone. Don't worry our frail muscles will be able to handle a couple of hours." Her Father explained, after being told, and ruffled Rose's dark brown thick hair. Kissing her parents goodbye she ran out of her farm and continued down the path until she reached Mariella's farm. Taking a deep breathe, she looked hopefully at Shadow, and they both walking in to the farm lot together.

 

(Sorry its a tad short >.<)

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Tally liked the sound of eating, but first she had to get that box out of the way. It hadn't smelt that bad this morning, had it? What the heck had Adora Belle put in those things? She shouldered through the dragons drooling over the box and moved it to the far end of the dragon food table, well downwind of the human food. Jasper and the pink Nadder, Ambolt, followed her, Jasper still doing his cute Gronckle pleading eyes, so she opened the lid and left them to it.

 

Sammie - who had followed her to make sure the two strange dragons didn't do anything bad to Tally - retreated as the other dragons closed in. She turned her head sideways to Tally, who just shrugged: Sammie helped herself to a single large salmon from the other end of the table and then followed Tally back to the table of human food.

 

"Don't worry", she said, as the other Vikings looked at Sammie, a bit startled, "she won't steal. She could eat her own body-weight when she was little, but she's got fussy in her old age." The dragon snorted and nudged her elbow, nearly sending the plate she'd picked up flying.

 

Sammie did sniff with interest at the cheese, though, so Tally broke her off a little bit of her helping to share - it only occurred to her afterwards that Brasa might not appreciate Tally feeding her hard work to the dragon. Sammie did lick her lips and rumble in appreciation before nuzzling Brasa in thanks - without even spilling any of Brasa's food - so she hoped that made up for it, especially as the woman smiled and rubbed Sammie's neck gently. Sammie sat back and listened as the Vikings, plates full, turned from the table and began to chat to one another, between mouthfuls of tasty treats.

 

Tally, always one to jump in at the deep end when it came to converstaion, was just asking the young man, Eslig, and the woman with the Woolly Howl, whose name she had missed, "So which of the gods apart from Loki do you think is the worst example for children?" when a slightly nervous-looking young woman walked in from the farm entrance and approached the group gathered round the table.

 

((I keep trying to write this and every time I go to post there's something new and I have to re-write. Loving the enthusiasm!))