HTTYD/SoD Clan Roleplay: The Rise of Earthguard

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With the glistering moon high

With the glistering moon high in the sky and a cool breeze brushing against her face Rose woke to find herself under the wing of her friend. Wriggling quietly out from under the purple wing she stood to find that Shadow was begining to wake up as well. "Hey girl, you had a good nap?"She asked patting her on the head. Shadow cheerfully chirrped in her direction with a Nadder's equilivent of a smile. Something was bothering Shadow as she felt something on her tail. Looking towards her spikes she noticed a letter attacked to one. Curious Rose walked over and tore the note from the depth of the spike. It read;

"You have a share of treasure from the battle today. I think Ambolt and Eslig are going to bring it to you, so if you wake up before they find you, go look for them. Two Nadders should have no problem finding one another!"

'wow' Rose though, 'a share of treasure?' "Thats cool isn't it girl? I doubt that they are still up, we'll look for them tomorrow." She explained jumping onto Shadows back. "Don't suppose you'd like a late night fly?" Rose asked, already knowing the answer, Shadow soared into the clear sky and hovered lightly above the ocean as they made their way back home. Lying on Shadows back Rose silently stared at the stars that lit up the night sky. It almost felt that the school and her friends wern't in danger a few hours ago.

 

Landing on her porch she hopped off of Shadow and pushed the wooden door open to find her parents sat anxiously at the wooden table. Seeing their daughter return they engulfed her in a hug almost instantly. "We were so worried!" Her mother explained. "We heard what had happened and that your clan helped so many people." With Shadow trodding up the stairs to go to sleep Rose began to explain to her parents what had happened. Leaving out certain things like injuries sustained and minor details. "Well done sweatheart." Her father had said kissing her on the forehead. "You go get some rest and first thing tomorrow we'll go to the great hall, they'll probably hold a meeting about the events today." And with that Rose acended the stair entered her room, to find Shadow fast asleep, and climbed into bed after changing her clothes. Not long after she was fast asleep.

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Heading home

Herze was just done at Gothi’s, thankfully. She doesn’t know how many more sticks to the head she can take. It’s not her fault she can’t sit still, if anything, it’s Gobber’s. He brought by loot from the boats and she’s always extremely curious, but right when she was trying to grab one, Gothi grabbed her instead. Her leg was bouncing uncontrollably and Gothi shoo’d her off, what Herze took as a clean bill of health. Well, not entirely, since she had some healing tools shoved into her hands with instruction on what to do with them, but she was healthy enough.

 

“Thanks, Gothi. If you need some chores done, you know where to find me!” She smiled at the older woman. Gothi nodded and waved her hand in the same shooing motion, but with a kind smile this time, and made her way to the next viking. 

 

Herze opted for rejoining her new clan where some of them were still gathered. She wanted to go see what's inside her share right away, but it wouldn't feel right to open it without Valkor. She leans back into Valkor, who is taking a nap near their little gathering, and relaxes. Valkor had been checked out for injury as well. Herze received some potions to apply to his wings, to help ease the scorns. She absentmindedly starts applying it. 

 

Notably, Rose had taken off without a word. Herze gets it, it’s a lot to take in and might even have been scarring for her. She contemplates checking up on her later when Tallyra speaks up. She’s speaking with Mariella and offering to take Rose’s share of the loot to her, when Ambolt dashes over. Herze lets out a silent laugh at the dragon’s theatrics. 

 

"Thanks for your compliments, Herze,” She bolts upward a little when she notices Tallyra addressing her. “-and you're right, everybody was wonderful today, but especially you, Valkor, Winnie and Rue, you really saved the day. I look forward to the next clan meeting - although I hope Mariella is right and it's not quite as dangerous as this one!” Herze perks up with the compliment, always a sucker for validation. The Ice Squad, as she’s dubbed them, did great. Putting out the fires was mostly Rue and Winnie, though, since she and Valkor had cut out early to help Rose. 

 

"You're welcome!” She grinned at the other, opting to not go about the fishing-for-more-compliments route, which would inevitably happen if she’d said her thoughts just now out loud. She waved at Tallyra and Sammie as they took off. Not long after, Eslig joined Ambolt at the chest he was cradling and they took of as well. “Goodbye!” She called after them. 

 

Valkor sniffed a bit, probably woken from his slumber by her loud mouth. He grumbled, once, twice, drew the wing Herze was working on to his nose and blinked his eyes open. “Give me back that wing.” She smiled at him, speaking softly. “And get some more rest while I finish this one and do the other one.” She instructed. Valkor moved a bit, freeing up his other wing for later, and closed his eyes again. “That’s a good boy.” Herze grinned, applying more ointment to his wing. 

 

It didn’t take long for her to catch herself nodding off, too. She figured she should call it a night and finish the rest back home. She turned to Mariella to say her goodbyes. “Hey, Valkor and I are ditching. Need some sleep and healing time, you most likely know the feeling.” She joked at their clan leader. It felt a little odd to think of her like that. It’s not that she didn’t deserve the title- because by the gods, she did-, it’s just that Herze hasn’t let the whole ‘part of a clan’ thing sink in yet. “So yeah, I’m waking him up and we’re walking home. Hit me up if you need anything, or if there’s another clan meeting or something. You did amazing, today. Proud to call you my clan leader.” She grinned at the other viking, bumping her shoulder gently with her fist. She turned towards the last few viking left and waved at them. “See you around.” 

 

She scratched Valkor under his chin and he kicked his left paw out in an attempt to scratch the itch. “Wake-y, wake-y.” She whispered. Valkor reopened his eyes at that. “Let’s walk home.” She yawned, getting up from her crouch. “You’ll notice one wing feeling lots better than the other one right now, I’ll match it out back home.” She promised him as they started walking.

 

She picked up one of the wooden crates on her way out and balanced it on her shoulder. Tomorrow, after they wake up, they’ll see what’s inside. She wonders about the Outcasts and Beserkers, but that too, is a tomorrow kind of issue.

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Earthguard Makes a Charitable Donation (Day 3, Aftermath)

Mariella's eyes sparkled violet as she gaped at the bountiful treasure before her. The precious purple gems, the most prized stone of all to Vikings, caught the evening light and reflected beautifully on Mariella and the others as they looked in awe. "I've never seen this many gems in my life!" Mariella gasped. She gently pushed the stones around, digging through the chest and picking up a handful, letting them slip though her fingers. Then, with a slightly disappointed but decisive sigh Mariella shut the lid.

 

"We all could use this money," she began, looking down thoughtfully. After a moment she returned her gaze to her fellow clan members and continued, "... but we don't need it as much as the School does. I say that we should donate this entire treasure chest and its contents to the School. It will be used to repair Thunder Run, Flight Club, and most importantly used to buy medical supplies, clothing, and food for the weak and injured... Agreed?" Mariella asked but then silently and solemnly added:  ...And help pay for funerals for the deceased.  The others nodded and murmured in agreement, some more enthusiastically than the others, but all knew it was the right thing to do. "Jasper and I will deliver the treasure to the Headmaster tonight." she decided, figuring they were both in adequate condition.

 

"Now, the remaining treasure. There's seven wooden boxes, and seven of us including Namikah. That's one box for each of us." Mariella concluded. She picked up a box, then looked to the sky and the stars. "I supposed we'll leave it up to the Gods, who gets what." She then she handed out some boxes out while others grabbed their own, leaving two left on the ground. One was hers, and one was Namikah's. Mariella pondered about how she would get the box to the poor girl when she had no idea where Rose had flown off to.

 

Hearing footsteps, Mariella turned back to see Tallyra who was getting ready to go. "We're off now, got dragons to feed. I just wanted... well... to say thanks. You and Jasper saved Sammie and me from getting knocked out of the sky, and I appreciate it. I. Well. I don't know what I'd do if anything bad happened to her..." Tally said, trailing off. "I... oh, you're welcome" Mariella stammered, a bit shocked. She was still feeling guilty about the tiny freckle-like burns that were scattered across Tallyra's face and wondered if she'd done more harm than good. but Tally's thanks made her feel a little better. 

 

As if answering Mariella's previous conundrum, Tallyra offered to deliver Namikah's share of treasure but was interrupted by Eslig's overly eager dragon, Ambolt. Mariella chuckled at the dragon's antics. She wasn't sure, but perhaps Ambolt was interested in Rose's girl, Shadow. They were both Nadders after all.

 

Slowly but surely the Earthguardians retrieved their rewards and said their goodbyes, each going their separate ways. One by one Mariella thanked them and said her goodbyes, waving as they parted.  First was Tally, then Eslig, Herze, Rue and Brasa. 

 

Once all had gone, Mariella put her box under one arm then went over to Jasper, who was snoring rather loudly.  She smiled and tilter her head, looking at him with proud, adoring eyes. He had fought so fearlessly, so valiantly, and she couldn't ask for a better dragon. She was so glad that he had such a tough hide because otherwise he would have sustained major injuries. Thankfully, the Outcast's maces had only bruised him with the exception of the one that nailed his forearm, but even that fracture would heal with time. 

 

"Jasper," Mariella whispered, stroking his head. "Come on Jaspy, just one more stop then time to go home." With a big yawn and snort, the Gronckle slowly got to his feet. He weakly and sleepily licked her face. "Oh, stop it you silly lump, haha..." she laughed before breaking out into a cough.  Jasper whined in concern, but Mariella pat him comfortingly. 

 

"I know you're tired, but can you bring this chest the rest of the way to School? I'm sure there'll be food there for you." At the mention of "food" Jasper perked right up and grabbed the chest in his strong jaws and began beating his wing furiously, hovering in the air. Mariella walked with him flying close behind.

 

When Mariella opened the doors of the School's Great Hall she was surprised to see the sheer number of students and dragons. The room had been turned into a make-shift help center where students could go for food, clothes, and medical care.  Many cots and blankets were set out and students and dragons alike were sleeping. A few healers and students were still up and eating or being tended to, but it was fairly quiet. 

 

"Shh," Mariella whispered to Jasper before carefully shutting the door and tiptoeing to the opposite side of the Great Hall as Jasper hummed along behind her. There, sitting at his great throne was the Headmaster with his head in his hands. Jasper very slowly and gently placed the treasure chest at his feet. Mariella gulped nervously and quietly spoke up, "Um... excuse please, Headmaster?"

 

The Headmaster sat up and looked at her sorrowfully. The poor man had never looked so old. His eyes were dark and baggy, his face drooped, and his eyes were bloodshot from tears. It was strange to see him silent when he was normally a chatty fellow, always interrupting you. 

 

A long silence followed.  Deciding he wasn't going to speak up, she did so herself. "Good Headmaster, on behalf of Earthguard, I'd like to donate this treasure to the School," she said, opening up the chest. The Headmaster leaned over in astonishment, and Mariella was terrified he might have a heart attack. "Dear Thor! The School has never seen such a donation as this. Is it really true that your clan wishes to donate this treasure to the good of the School and the teachers and students within it?" Mariella stood up proudly. "Yes, we at Earthguard want to help, especially after this tragedy. The School is going to need all the help it can get."

 

The Headmaster, with hope restored, sat up straight and dignified in his throne. "Please state your name, miss." Startled, Mariella hesitated a moment. "Uh.. It's a... It's Mariella, sir." The Headmaster nodded in recognition. "On behalf of the School of Dragons, I thank you, Mariella, and your clan, Earthguard. I don't know how we can ever thank you enough." 

 

"Your thanks is all we need, Headmaster. Just keep doing what you're doing. I can see how you've helped so many lives here..." Mariella pointed out as she scanned around the room as the countless students and dragons. She even saw Eslig and Ambolt sleeping soundly in one corner.  "Please, have something to eat and drink while you are here. You look weary," the Headmaster insisted, and Mariella and Jasper happily obliged. 

 

***

 

After a quick hot meal and a short fly home to their Commons dorm room, Jasper collapsed on his bedrock and fell asleep almost immediately from exhaustion. Mar smiled softly at the poor dragon, thankful for all he'd done for her today. She quietly closed the door behind her and set the wooden box on the table.

 

She took out the tincture Gothi had given her for headaches and forced herself to drink it, gagging slightly. It was gross, but she knew she would appreciate it when her headache died down. She then fashioned a willow bark poultice from ingredients in her cupboard, which Gothi had written down for her. She brought the mixture in a bowl over to Jasper and gently applied it to Jasper's most noticeable bruises and injuries to relieve his pain and speed up recovery. 

 

While applying the poultice to the sleeping dragon,  Mariella gradually began to nod off, finally hitting her head on Jasper's sde. "Oof!" she cried out and rubbed her bonked nose. She got up slowly, mumbling, "Ugh, I better get to bed before I fall asleep on Jasper's rock again. After a day like this, I really need my comfy straw mattress..." the dragged herself over to her own bed and climbed into the blankets. 

 

She laid there a while, just staring into the plywood ceilng and thinking. She thought about the battle, her friends, the Outcast and Berserker Alliance. She worried about her friends, her family at home, and the School and what would become of them. Was was coming, that was certain. But why? Was it really because Alvin wanted to marry Heather to take over the Berserker throne? Or perhaps it wasn't the Outcasts teaming up with the Berserkers at all, but the Berserkers trying to trick the Hooligans into warring with the Outcasts. Or maybe it was a whole other tribe in disguise. Or maybe, the Outcast Alliance was nothing but a trick to get their guard down so that the Outcasts could take them by surprise.

 

With this thoughts racing through her head, she eventually fell into a deep, exausted sleep plagued by nightmares.

 

*** 

 

Meanwhile, in the dark and dingy twisting caverns of the Trainging Grounds, screams of pain and agony shattered the silence of the night. The fireligt of torches flickered on the cave walls, cage doors banged, knives were sharpened, and chains dragged.  

 

Just outside the bay one lone rowboat made its way back towards a great shadow of a ship and disappered into the moonlit mist. 

 

((Yes, the prisoners are being tortured for information, but it was not Hiccup's idea and he doesn't know about it. What he intended was for them to be questioned and persuaded perhaps with gold, etc, but they turned out too tough to crack.  Once the battle was dying down he and some of the Gang went back to the Edge, to make sure it had not been attacked. (I made minor references to this earlier, when my character asked "Where's Hiccup?" and so on.) The prisoners are probably bein some nameless Viking for the good of the clan, but if you want a name, maybe Spitelout or Gobber. The prisoners will not be killed. Stay tuned for more RP posts to see what happens!))

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Eslig awoke late in the morning, refreshed after a dreamless sleep. He didn't realize it then, but it was the first night in a while in which his recurring nightmare hadn't been present. He was more preoccupied with the realization that he wasn't alone under Ambolt's wing. Curled up next to him was a small baby Nadder, snoring peacefully. "How long has he been here?" Eslig asked to no one in particular. The blue-green Nadder awoke at these words, chirped in reply, and began running around an amused Ambolt. After a couple laps, the baby returned to the shelter of Ambolt's wing and gurgled contentedly.

 

Eslig gratefully accepted a bowl of hot soup from a kindly Viking woman, while Ambolt picked the Hailbut out of the fish he was given. The saltwater fish he nudged towards the baby Nadder, who Eslig now recognized as one of the dragons they'd saved during the battle yesterday. The tiny dragon squeaked happily and attacked Ambolt's tail. Careful not to raise the spines on his tail, Ambolt rolled his eyes at Eslig and pretended that the bite hurt before corraling his "attacker" back to the fish. The viking woman was back again, and she chuckled at the small Nadder's antics. "Nobody knows who that little guy is", she laughed. "But it seems like you two have made a friend!".

 

Sure enough, when Eslig and Ambolt stood to leave the baby Nadder followed them to the door, his short legs scrambling to keep up. Ambolt rolled his eyes again and scooped the tiny dragon onto his back. Soon the rider discovered a more commanding view and perched happily on top of Ambolt's head. Eslig strapped both treasure chests to Ambolt and the odd threesome got directions to Namikah's house. "No wandering aimlessly this time!", declared Eslig.

 

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((Herze, if you still have any left, good luck for your exams from me, too! :-) It's close to (university) semester break where I live as well and I have one presentation and 2 exams to go. In 2,5 weeks it'll all be over :-) ))

 

Rue could hardly breath. The walls around her were all on fire. The air was so hot, it hurt her skin even if she was still some feet away from the flames. The dark smoke made it almost impossible to see anything. Winnie was standing next to her, completely exhausted, retching and in vain trying to shoot a last ice shot. They were completely surrounded by the fire. There was no exit. The flames reached up higher than she or Winnie were able to jump ... and they were closing in on them. Whispering and crackling they came to get them. There was no way out. Then suddenly a big beam from the ceiling cracked above the two of them and slowly started to break and fall down. "Look out! Winnie! NOO..." The scene changed. Rubinesse was now on the pack ice next to the ship that was trying to escape to the sea. Her clothes were soaked and heavy but nevertheless she ran as fast as she could over the slippery ice. Winnie had reached the nose of the ship and started to shoot when Rue suddenly realized some movement from the left corner of her eye. Up on the ship was standing a Berseker, aiming his arrow directly at her. Time passed in slow motion when she gasped in horror and heared the buzzing sound the arrow made while flying straight towards her. -

 

With a breathless scream Rue woke up. She was sweating, breathing heavily and her heart pounded like crazy. She recognized the familiar silhouettes of her furniture. And the treasure chest she had gotten yesterday. She was at home... It was a dream... Winnie had woken up by her scream, blinked drowsily and then came over to check on Rue with a worried look in her eyes. The viking slowly caught her breath. "It was just a nightmare." Still worried, Winnie started nuzzling und licking Rue's face. The dragon's slobber and some a little prickly scales on her cheek made Rubinesse finally come back to reality. "It's okay... I think I'll get over it. I was having this horrible nightmare about the battle yesterday. But I'm so glad we both are here now. And that you aren't seriously injured. That's all that counts... That's all that counts..." She hugged her dragon and slowly calmed down.

 

Since the sun had just started to rise, Rue decided to get up. She had some short breakfast and because she felt like it, went for a walk by herself. She enjoyed the calm of the forest, some early birds singing and morning dew ascending from the ground with every bit the sun rose higher. She had so many things on her mind that she needed a calm place to think things through. So, she had been batteling the Berserkers yesterday. She, Rue. Batteling. The BERSERKERS. The folk her parents had always warned her of, due to their families' history.

She had felt so overwhelmed... Seeing all the chaos and destruction... Injured people and dragons... The whole flight club in flames and she of all people trying to put out the fire... Finding the little girl with the trapped Gronckle... Worrying about Winnie... The Whooly Howl was almost the size adult Whoolys normally have and her wise and decisive charakter often made Rue forget that Winnie was still a teenage dragon. Just the night before she had decided to better look out for her...

She was so glad her dragon was fine. And so was she. And also the rest of her fellow clan mates. Rue was so relieved nobody had suffered persistent damage! Sure, Rose would need some time to recover from the smoke poisoning she probably had. As well as Tallyra and Sammie with their burn marks. And Valkor had been so exhausted. Running out of ice shots seemed to have made him suffer even more than Winnie. Maybe, Rue thought, it is because snow wraiths are adapted to even colder climates than are Whooly Howls and so run out of energy faster by "overheating" because of shooting too much ice on a warm day. She was glad as well that Eslig and Ambolt had made it back to land without falling off the ice bridge. Ambolt might not have been able to swim without hurting his injured wing again. Brasa, Clintonia and Fern had also looked very tired but had stayed with Gothi to help her with the unjured dragons. And Rue hoped that Mariella and Jasper, too, would be okay. She could still feel her heart dropping when she was swimming back to land and had watched hideGronckle being hit by a Berserker and Mariella crashing on the deck of the ship. 

 

Overlooking the ocean now, Rue stood at the edge of the forest. She breathed deeply. They had accomplished much yesterday. It was amazing what they had done together! She was surprised not only by her dragon and her clan mates but also by herself. BUT - Some of their actions had been ... well... reckless. Noone in the clan (as far as Rue knows) was trained for battle. Neither were their dragons. She wouldn't have had to freeze in the escaping ship. And the others wouldn't have to go on a risky mission to hunt down the third ship. There had also been Hiccup, his friends, the A-Team, Stoick and Gobber in the air. They would have made it somehow to stop the ships by themselves. For all of them it had been too early to go on such a dangerous mission. Sure, of course nobody had planned for the battle to happen right on the day of their first clan meeting. But still, had all their heroic actions been necessary? Some yes, but some others... Rubinesse stopped her thoughts. Was she acting a bit too "Snotloud" right now? Questioning their decisions - and also her clan leaders' decisions? Rue didn't mean to blame anyone. Okay, she blamed herself a little bit for demanding so much of Winnie. But besides, everybody had made their own decisions. Noone had been forced to do something he or she didn't want to do. And she had admired how Mariella had given them clear instructions but with leaving her the freedom to decide for herself at the same time. "Rue, Jasper and I can save this Gronkle ourselves... but we need somebody to freeze the entrance to the ocean. I realize that both you, and especially Winnie, might not be up to that... but I'll leave that decision to you. But whichever you choose, please let Herze and Valkor know they are needed" she had said, giving Rue the freedom to decide for herself and her dragon what's best. And that was what a real leader was about in Rubiness' opinion. Giving clear orders and respecting the others' ideas and freedom to decide for themselves at the same time. Not an easy path to go but Mariella had done well.

 

Rue's thoughts went to Hiccup and his gang. They were trained for situations like that fight yesterday. Rue felt completely unexperienced when it comes to taking on enemies in battle. She didn't properly know how to fight! And additionally, she didn't want to fight. If it was an emergency like yesterday it is a different thing, but what if Mariella wanted a clan that fights battles like this one on a regular basis? What if she hoped for her clan members to become warriors?

Rue felt sad. She didn't know if she should join Earthguard definitely. Did she really fit in? She had taken the others to her heart already, every one of them. And it would make her really sad if they'd go separate ways, now that Earthguard had just started to exist. "Now, okay, stop right there..." she told herself. "No more worrying what might be until I know for sure." At first, Rue would need to talk to Mariella about her goals and expectations concerning Earthguard. And then, she would train her flying skills with Gothic. Maybe she could even offer some arrow shooting training for her fellow clan mates? She used to be pretty good at this - until one year ago, Gothic had used her bow as dental floss and broke it... But she could get a new one. There had been a large fistful of gems in her treasure box. It would maybe even allow her to buy him a saddle...

 

Having made up her momentary decision, Rubinesse felt better. She returned to her hut and started to mix up a big amount of ointment with common marigold (calendula officinalis) and some with arnica montana - both flowers Gothi had brought from a long trip to some mountainous southern islands far away, which seemed to have both amazing healing properties. She would deliver the ointment she had made two days ago to Brasa later. Surely, they were running out of things like that by now.

 

 

((Don't worry, Rue is a bit out of it at the moment. But she'll be fine in 1 or 2 weeks. I won't make her develop a post-traumatic stress disorder or something.))

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Extending her arms out wide

Extending her arms out wide Rose emurged from her sleep. Though it hadn't been peaceful, it was refeshing. The memory of the events yesterday instied on being replayed over and over again. Changin into some clean clothes she was followed by Shadow as the decended the stair into the main room, suprised to she that her mother and father were no where to be seen. "Mum? Dad?" Rose asked finally entering the downstair area. Looking out the window she thought to hereself *they should be up by now, where are they?* After checking their room it was then that she decided to look outside to see if she could find her parents.

 

running out the oak door she headed straight to the great hall where she thought her parents may be. Motioning Shadow to join her inside she caught a glimps of her fathers horned helmet amounts the crowd of village members. Swiftly heading over she jokily jumped on his back. "Next time leave a note where you guise leave the house without me." She whispered in her fathers ear, as the head master was speaking, her Father chuckled lightly as he turned to face his daughter as she slided down his back and stood by her parents side. "We didn't want to desturb you." Her mother had replied. Rose said nothing, as she thought it wasn't nessasy and comically nudged both her parents in the arm. Now listening to the headmaster Rose over heard what was being said.

 

"... We have yet to work out why this tragic event occoured yeaterday but rest ausure we will find out. However the event would have been more tragic if it weren't for the brave souls thst stood up to protect the village people who couldn't protect themselves. We give them our thanks."

 

He then proceeded to list the clans that fought valiantly yesterday, Rose couldn't help but notice he said "Earthguard," with such pride in his heart that it caused Rose to smile happily. She had no clan she'd rather be apart of than the Earthguard.

 

Exiting the hall, followed byy her parents, she turned to look at them. "Shadow and I are going to go out for a fly, see you guise later!" She explained kissing both on the cheek. Turing swiftly she swung herself onto Shadows back and soared into the sky to head to their spot. A lone tree pearch on the bank on a river before it extended into a waterfall. Rose sat peacefully up the tree as her and Shadow rested calmly with not a care in the world.

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From Destruction Comes Life (Day 4, Morning, Day after Battle)

((Warning! Nightmarish nightmare below.. Not for the faint of heart! Skip past the break (***) to continue on to waking life. ))

 

"Brasa! Namikah! Eslig! Where are you?" Mariella called out in the blazing light. Fire was burning all around her and the smoke was choking her. She coughed hard and tasted blood, but kept on yelling out into the deafening sounds of war-dragons screeching, Vikings screaming in agony, the roar of fire and whizzing of arrows and the thud of the fallen. "Herze! Tally! Rue!" she screamed, flinching away from the flames that were licking her. She fell to her knees, coughing uncontrollably. "RORAARRAAR!" a dragon roared in the distance. "Jasper?" she questioned crawling towards the sound, straining her ears and fighting her watering eyes to see.

 

Mariella now found herself at the edge of a towering cliff way above the Training Grounds, watching the battle unfold and helpless to stop it. It was as if every decision Mariella had made had gone wrong, and all her friends and their dragons were about to perish: Namikah was cornered in a cave huddling close with young boy as fire closed in with Valkor shielding them from the flames, panting in exhaustion as Shadow bravely tried to go after them; Eslig and Ambolt, who had been parading the dragons suddenly found himself in the midst of a stampede, dragons running and fleeing from the flames, arrows and boulders;  Rue was trapped in Flightclub with Winnie and the baby gronckle with the building falling all around them. The scenes went on, getting more gruesome one after the next until at last she saw Jasper fall, surrounded on all sides by Outcasts pounding him with their maces until he cried no more. 

 

The Outcasts and Berserkers stormed the beach, bringing down every dragon and rider, woman and child in their path. They continued on into the School, setting the School on fire and laughing manically as those locked inside were burned alive. Mariella reached out from the cliff, crying and wailing, but there was nothing she could do and it was all her fault. The flames were growing closer and hotter and threatened to take her where she lay. Her arms fell limply over the edge as she sobbed in despair until finally the army of red-eyed monsters marched up behind her and one huge, shadowy man stepped out from the rest, raised his sword, and cut her down.

 

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Mariella woke with a start, staring wide-eyed into the ceiling above. Her eye stung and she was sweating heavily, her heart thumping rapidly, and gasping for air. She put her arm behind her back, feeling the place she would have been slashed. She couldn't believe how real the dream felt. Her eyes were burning and it was almost as if she was in a real fire again... Then, Mariella heard the flicker of flame and saw a wisp of smoke float by. 

 

"Oh no!" Mariella cried out, realizing that the fire was real. "The room's on fire!"  She tried to jump out of bed, panicking, and fell on the floor tangled in her blankets. Jasper was madly stomping at the flaming table with his one good leg, breaking it to pieces and causing hot, fiery splinters and glass to fly about the room. "Stop, Jasper! Stop!" Quickly untangling herself from her blankets, she grabbed Jasper's water bowl and sloshed it on the remaining flames, extinguishing the (thankfully) small fire.

 

A knock came on the door and a voice bellowed through, "HEY! Everything under control in there? I smell smoke." Mariella groaned. "Ugh, yeah. We're fine now. Nothing major. Thanks for checking on us." she said before breaking into a coughing fit. "Hmph. That's good. But you know the rules, missy. No problem-dragons. If you can't keep your Gronckle under control, we'll have to send him to the stables!" the voice scowled in warning, and with that the old Viking dorm-lady made her way back to her room.

 

"What in Thor's name got into you, Jasper? You haven't caused fire in the house since you were a baby. Even when you were sick or felt a hiccup you would go outside... " Mariella said with disappointment as she picked up the glass and debris from the floor. Jasper whined protestingly, but hung his head in shame. That was a bit unusual for him to, because he usually fessed up to his mistakes. She brushed it off as him probably walking in his sleep, not even realizing what he was doing. He was probably having nightmares, too.

 

 Mariella worked on cleaning up the mess for a few minutes (which was easy because Jasper enjoyed eating wood and glass and just about anything), but then she saw hints and clues that this was no ordinary Gronckle lava fire--It had to be something else. She paused to look around her and examine the evidence. The burn marks on the wall indicated a small explosion from the tabletop. Bits of burnt straw were all around the room, and the wooden splinters different from the kind her table was made of. What did she have on the table last night? A vase with flowers, some dirty dishes... and  a mysterious treasure chest from the battle! Could there have perhaps been something explosive inside? Perhaps the strange explosive things that Johann called "fireworks" from far away lands?*

 

A tiny squeak came from somewhere in the room, but it was not like any mouse or rat that Mariella had heard before. Jasper sprung to his feet and immediately began the searching the room, his ears perked and his nostrils flaring. She watched him curiously, waiting to see what he would find. A drunken Terrible Terror perhaps? 

 

Jasper finally stopped in front of a few barrels of food, seemingly staring between the cracks to peer behind them. He whined again and started pawing the floor in front of it, then turned around and faced Mariella with pleading eyes. Grabbing a large soup spoon from her hanging pottery rack, she held it over her shoulders and slowly crept up to the barrels and peered over the top. 

 

Something small and quick, but definitely not mammalian, slithered under her legs with a nearly inaudible peep. "Eek!" Mariella screamed in surprise, nearly jumping out of her skin. She quickly did an about turn and followed Jasper over to the other side of the room following a wet trail to where he bent down and barked under the bed. Taking a deep breath, Mariella got down on her hands and knees, with ladle in hand, and looked under with him. There staring back, were the biggest, brightest, most frightened looking eyes she'd ever see and it took all she could to compose herself. She kept staring back, trying to adjust her eyes to the darkness. 

 

"A whisper-!" Mariella began excitedly, before covering her mouth. The poor thing scrunched itself up even more and was shaking violently, probably cold from the water and scared because Jasper was stomping wildly just minutes before.. Mariella tried to reach out for it, but the little thing slithered away farther under the bed out of reach.

 

She decided that she would need to draw the baby out with food. She first brought out bite-size minnows and small perch and herring, but none of them seemed to appeal to the hatchling. Instead, she gave them to Jasper who in turn spit up their heads, but the baby only seem more revolted. Poor Jasper ate them back up half-heartedly. Then she tried rocks. Granite, sandstone, limestone, quartz, even gems and actual sand, but the dragon  wouldn't budge. Jasper greedily ate the boulder class buffet that was laid out, and Mariella was upset that he had wasted valuable gems on his stomach. Mariella sighed in dismay both at Jasper and the hatchling. What would a whispering death eat if not meat or stone? Her stomach rumbled, and she decided she should eat to help herself think more clearly.  

 

She grabbed a few vegetables from her pantry--carrots, cabbage, tomatoes, baby corn-- along with dried bread chunks, and began to make a rather sad looking salad. Salad wasn't her favorite thing, but there wasn't much leftover in the house from the feast (which she just remembered she left out for the night and prayed to the gods that no dragons or animals would destroy her farm). She chomped away, trying to think of another way to get the dangerously spiky baby out without harming anybody. 

 

Slowly the baby dragon slithered out with blinking eyes and a rumbling belly, her little nostrils flaring. Jasper laid motionlessly on the floor, watching as she went. The little whispering death slithered cautiously over to where Mariella stood at her counter and began eating the carrot shavings that had fallen on the floor. 

 

Still thinking and chewing away, Mariella didn't even notice the little dragon for a minute. The tiny dragon little out another soft speak, this time hungrily pleading. Mariella almost jumped from surprise but managed to calm herself before the scared the hatchling away. She looked down into the baby's huge eyes and sparkling teeth, and noticed a tiny bit of carrot stuck in her teeth. Mar raised an eyebrow, then very slowly put down her salad on the floor. The little dragons went at the salad ravenously, her rotating teeth shredding the food to bits. What do you know... a vegetarian! Mariella thought with a smile.

 

Crouching down, Mar watched the young one as she ate with awe, gazing at the strange and ugly yet marvelous creature. Once the baby was finished, she looked up at Mariella with big, sparkling eyes. Slowly Mariella reached out her hand with her heart thumping. The hatchling whirred her teeth at first, but then, giving Mariella a sniff, closed her eyes and pressed her tiny snout into Mar's hand. With a great sigh (because it's not every day you put your hand near a living meat grinder, Mariella rubbed the baby's forehead between and around her spikes, and before long the hatchling was purring and falling asleep. 

 

Very gently and careful not to impale herself, Mariella placed the sleeping baby in her backpack, which Jasper looked after protectively. Mariella then went back and grabbed the half eaten salad from the floor. She was somewhat surprised to see the corn and tomatoes almost untouched, but it kind of made sense that a burrowing dragon would prefer root or leaf to fruit. Perhaps the dragon would develop and appetite for rocks and meat as she grew older. 

 

"What do you think we should name the little girl, Jasper?" Mariella asked her loyal friend. He looked up at her with his big eyes and tilted his head. "Prickly Pear? ...Blossom? ...Thistle? ...Pyracantha? ...Holly?" she suggested, and each time Japer tilted his head from one side to another causing Mariella to laugh. "You're a silly dragon, you know that?" She smiled a moment, happy to have him and excited about the new addition to the family. I'm sure we'll figure something out... 

 

Mariella looked down at her half chewed meal with disgust. "Hmm, I'll just have an apple today and feed the salad to the worms." Mariella decided, and brought it to the dorm's composter. "Too many things to do today, anyway, to worry about breakfast...." She then quickly got ready for her day by washing up with a wet cloth then changing clothes, taking another dose of willow tincture for her throbbing headache, briefly reapplying poultice and bandages to Jasper's and her own wounds, and packing up her waist pouches. Very slowly and carefully she put on her backpack with the baby soundly sleeping inside. She grabbed an apple from her fruit basket and before long Mariella and Jasper were out the door and headed for the school. 

 

((*The Viking Era was between late 8th century to mid 11th century AD in European history. The earliest Chinese fireworks were invented in 7th century AD. Evidence suggests that trade routes could have existed between Europe and Asia since  1st century AD. *

Sorry about adding one more Whispering Death to the RP. I know we already have Ellen and Gothic, but Rosemary was my second dragon and I had Jasper and Rosemary for so long I couldn't go without. Maybe we can have a whisper party with Herze's future Screaming Death? haha!))

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((So it kind of sounds like

((So it kind of sounds like we are utilizing torture for information? Certainly more realistic, but not very "Hiccup-ish" ...))

 

Jasper, Mariella's Gronckle, hobbled off with a splint of metal on his right front leg. Brasa hadn't been sure if his leg was fractured or just badly twisted. For now, he would have to stay off it as much as possible for the swelling in his wrist to go down. If there was no improvement in a week or so, then she might have to sedate him in some manner and manipulate and prod the limb closely to see if there was something broken, then cast it, if so.

Brasa was satisfied everyone in Earthgaurd - well, technically everyone that bonded so tightly at that ruined first meeting  - And was the food ruined?? - was more or less physically okay. The younger ones and the young brave leader might have a problem mentally dealing with the carnage and chaos, though. Berk had been at peace for a good while now, but was suddenly interrupted. Gothi probably had some good herbs to soothe nerves, and she would probably need alot in the next few weeks. She hoped the talented herbalist Rue would up to preparing medicines.

  She sat down heavily on the chest of coins that was her share of the loot. Her feet hurt. But her dragons' feet probably hurt more (nevermind they were designed better for walking). The day was ending. Just about all the injured dragons had been tended to. Tomorrow would start the long process of visiting all the patients. Most likely a group of students would visit the more interesting, well tragic and complicated, cases so they could all learn from them. Also the medical stores needed resupplying, so gatheering and foraging for herbs, smithing metal rods, prepping bandage material, crafting various sutures, etc would need to be done, too.

Brasa had yet to actually pledge to be a part of Earthgaurd, but it was also pretty much a foregone conclusion, in her mind anyway. Still, it would be interesting to see how the next few weeks played out.

Brasa stood up and collected her dragon medical supplies and foisted the chest onto a resting Clintonia. Poor Fern's mouth was probably chafed and had a bad taste in her mouth. Clintonia's muscles were probably sore, as well as various scrapes and scratches and minor burns. But she lifted into the air anyway, with Fern catching a ride, and they headed back to the comfort of their boulder stable. Arriving, Brasa unloaded Clintonia and removed her saddle. She pulled out a jar of lanolin and rubbed and massaged Clintonia's legs and wings. She fed her and Fern some stored fish, and a little of the smelly Rakfisk. She splashed some cool clean water on herself, then headed to a large stone bowl of sorts her boulder dragons had carved for her long ago. It was lined with sheep skins and quilts and feathered pillows. She crawled in and bedded down for the night. Fern climbed in, too, as well as her large Night Terror, Bouncing Bet or Bet for short. Hyacinth the Smokebreath quietly nosed around the chest of coins, and Brasa thought she heard her picking at the lock. No matter of she dragged off the booty, probably a good hiding place anyway, keeping it with a dragon.

Draped in dragons and blankets, Brasa fell deep into dreamless sleep.

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((That dream was nightmarish, Mariella! Also, I love your vegetarian baby Whispering Death. Great idea!))

 

After only one wrong turn, Eslig, Ambolt, and the turquoise baby Nadder found Rose's house. Ambolt shrugged off his tiny hitch-hiker and bent low so Eslig could untie the straps that held Rose's treasure chest to the saddle. When the chest was freed, Ambolt puffed out his chest importantly and marched with it to Namikah's front door. Upon reaching it, he preened himself quickly and roared out a greeting before delicately picking up the chest again in his teeth.

 

"I don't think anyone's home" said Eslig, and the pink Nadder snorted in annoyance. Eslig felt bad, he knew that Ambolt wanted to impress Shadow with the delivery of the treasure. "How about we leave it--" he was cut off by a betrayed snarl from Ambolt. Eslig held up a hand defensively. "Hear me out. We leave the chest where only Shadow can get to it, with a note or something so she knows you delivered it?"

 

The Nadder shifted its weight, pondering the proposal. He didn't notice the baby Nadder hunting his tail until it was too late, and Eslig could tell that this bite hurt. Ambolt's head snapped up and he roared in pain and surprise, releasing the chest that had been clamped between his jaws. The chest flew up and landed on top of the roof, in one piece but well out of reach. Ambolt glared daggers at the baby Nadder, who squeaked happily and began running circles around Ambolt again. Babies, thought Eslig as shook his head. With the chest two stories up and Ambolt in a sling, there was no way they were going to be able to get a letter attached to the treasure chest now. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Ambolt sniffing his saddlebags and Eslig was reminded of the burnt dragon-cakes that Ambolt had insisted they take for the road. Eslig pulled one out for the pink Nadder, who deftly impaled it on one of his tail spikes. Eslig raised an eyebrow and watched Ambolt take aim.

 

SSSSSHHHH... THWACK! The bright-green spike impaled itself in the treasure chest, with the dragon-cake still attached. "There you go!" cheered Eslig. "No doubt now that the chest came from you!" Ambolt looked smugly at the baby Nadder, who was now excitedly jumping next to Ambolt in search of these treats. Ambolt's gaze softened and he tilted the saddlebag towards Eslig. "You sure?" the boy asked, inwardly pleased with his dragon's maturity. Ambolt rumbled and shifted even lower. Eslig grabbed the last dragon cake and gave it to the tiny Nadder, and Ambolt watched approvingly as the baby swallowed it whole. "I wonder who makes these", Eslig said to no one in particular. With all that had happend in the last 24 hours, he had forgotton just who had brought the dragon cakes to Earthguard's meeting. But for the moment, he had more pressing matters to think about, like how to get to his house from here. The baby Nadder had reclaimed its perch atop Ambolt's head, and both dragons were looking at him expectantly, anxious to get home. Eslig gave a defeated sigh, chose a direction at random, and began walking.

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Lying on Shadow's back the two hovered above the cloud line with not a care in the world. Given this free time thoughts cycled through Roses Mind, "why am I still coughing? Whats wrong with me?" This thought had been cycling through her head since the incident. She began to cough which caused her to sit upright. Shadow shot her a concerned look. "I'm ok girl, really."She reassured. After remaining in the sly for another half an hour the began to decend and head back home where Rose and Shadow were going to relax at home.

 

Heading towards her home she noticed something pearched onto of her roof. Showing Shadow where to land Rose slided off of her saddle and causiously stumbled across her roof. "Oh this must be my share of the loot." She explained picking up the small wooden chest, "I wonder how it got here." She though, Pulling the spike causiously off of the wooden frame she looked to Shadow. "Hey Shadow isn't this one of Ambolts spikes?" Shadow replied with a positive chirp which answered Rose's question. Now knowing that the cale, which was attacked to the spike, belonged to a friend she passed the cake to Shadow who gulped it down with a cheerful purr. Gliding off of the roof they entered their housr and acended the stairs to their room. Sat on her bed she opened the creaky lid of the chest.

 

The minute the chest was opened she was amazed about the amount of loot that was in the chest. Coins, gems, hard to require parts. But nothing caught her attention more than the bracelet that was laying ontop of a blanket of gold coins. She picked it up in awe. The bracelet was that of a black corded bracelet decorated with that of a single stone. Which stone was unknown to Rose but the orange hue of this rock almost seemed as if it caught the redness of dusk in this one rock.

 

placing the bracelet on her wrist, amoungst the other corded bracelets, she pushed the chest under her bed and looked towards Shadow. "We should go thank Eslig and Ambolt for delivering the chest, and we need to go find Mariella and thank her for giving us the chest in the first place." The two strolled out of their house and began to scan the skies looking for either Eslig or Mariella to thank them.

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((Thanks, Rubinesse! I don’t know if I’ve wished you luck with your exams and presentation yet- at least I can’t remember doing so??- but good luck to you as well! I thankfully only have one week filled with six exams left and one big project due soon, so I can finally get some rest. And then it’s summer jobs for me -.-. If only rent would pay itself lmao

 

Also, forgive me for this horribly long post but!!! Aw yea, baby Screaming Death acquired.))

 

Herze lifted herself out of the bed she had passed out on a few hours ago. Everything ached and she felt sore all over, so she decided to just stay in her pajamas today and maybe not leave the house. She looked over at Valkor, who was awake if his open eyes and slowly wagging tail were anything to go by, but he wasn’t moving.

 

“I’ll be banging the pots and pans to make some breakfast, so hopefully you’re prepared for that noise.” She grinned at him. Valkor groaned back and put his wings over his head, shielding his ears in precaution. Herze took in the state of his wings with a tiny, inaudible gasp. Gothi’s cream had really worked wonders. Herze remembered them looking a lot more busted up yesterday, with all the burns and straight out scorn marks. That’s what you get for putting an ice dragon through fire, they’re not as sustainable as the other dragons. 

 

“I’m calling it. Gothi’s a witch, that cream was magic.” She joked, making her way to the kitchen. When Herze first arrived at Berk with Valkor, Gothi had avoided her like the plague. Astrid told her that Gothi feared Snow Wraiths and not to mind it too much, but Herze wouldn’t settle for that. She’d had a talk with Gothi about Valkor and her being here and eventually, after a lot of time and adjusting, Gothi didn’t fear Valkor any more. Herze was glad and hoped that, some day, Gothi would come with her to Glacier Island so she could rid herself of the fear completely. The old healer didn’t seem up for it any time soon, though, and Herze had to respect that. 

 

She hummed as she took the lids off the bottles she’d dropped on the counter yesterday, swallowing whatever Gothi told her to drink, and applying what Gothi told her to apply where she told her to apply it, with minor complaints. It all felt cold on her skin, which in her opinion was the best feeling. She took out some chicken eggs she’d stored in one of the cupboards and placed them on the counter. She’d make them for breakfast and crawl back into bed afterwards. She lit up the fireplace and hauled a bucket of fish into the bedroom while it was starting.

 

“Here, eat this and get better.” She mumbled to Valkor, rubbing him over his head before making her way back to the kitchen. She took out a pan, cracked the eggs into it, and set it over the fireplace. Five minutes later her eggs were done and she decided to eat them at the flight deck, dangling her legs over the edge and looking out at the sea. Mornings were always spent like this, calmly sitting at the flight deck and enjoying the breeze, just thinking for a little while before going out and facing the day.

 

She’d built the house herself, it had been a little over a year now and she still wasn’t done. She still needed to reinforce it for storms and harsh weather, but she’ll get to that once Johann starts selling some good wood again, or when she can get it some other way. The trees around Berk produced sturdy wood, but not sturdy enough to build a strong house out of. When she first started building, she got all her wood from Johann, paid if off with the coins she got for doing odd jobs around Berk. Sometimes other villagers helped her out in exchange for those jobs. A year and some months later, she had a house to call her own. Big enough to host a dragon twice Valkor’s size, three separate rooms and an attic, and most importantly, a flight deck facing Glacier Island. 

 

She hummed a tune she barely remembered from back then and she thought about the island. Their family was there, both Valkor’s and her parents, wherever they might be frozen in on the island. She remembered the first year there, constantly looking for her parents with Valkor’s mother, Varði. She always knew Varði had nothing to do with her parent’s disappearance. While the dragon was hostile and definitely capable and willing to harm intruders, she hadn’t been the one to destroy their ship. Snow Wraiths were stealthy hunters and there had been too much destruction, a big storm had hit them while she was in hiding and it had covered everything in layers of snow as well. She still wondered about what had gone down there, though, but she had made peace with not knowing.

 

It was probably the battle yesterday that made her reflect. Those few hours felt like that entire first year on the island. The good thing about that was that she knew it would eventually become a fond memory. Just like she remembers that year to be all about bonding with Varði and learning amazing survival skills, she’ll remember this battle as the day their clan came together. 

 

She shakes the thought off and goes back to the kitchen to get rid of her dirty plate, figuring that’s enough reminiscing for the next few months or so. 

 

She was making her way back to her bed, ready to pass out for another few hours, when she spotted the wooden crate she’d been given. Her curiosity from last night came back in full swing. She picked it up and hauled it back to the bedroom. 

 

“Hey, buddy.” She whispered to Valkor. He slowly removed the wing from his head and looked up at her expectantly. “Some loot was divided yesterday and we got this crate. Figured I’d open it with you.” She told him. Valkor was immediately up and running, making circles around the crate and sniffing it, hitting it with his tail and nearly toppling it over. “Wow, easy there, it could break.” She urged his tail away and shoo’d him with her hand. She put her heel to the bottom of the crate, got her fingers under the lid and looked back at Valkor. “Wanna see?” She grinned at him. Valkor nodded and flapped his wings, always the impatient one. Herze pulled the lid off- which took some serious muscle, she might add- and peered inside.

 

“It’s.. an egg?” She looked at the egg, back at Valkor, back at the egg. “I think it may be a dragon egg. Dunno what sort, though.” She mumbled. Valkor crowded over, pushing her away and stuck his nose in the crate, trying to inspect it closer. He sneezed with his nose still in the crate and backed up immediately when that literally exploded in his face.

 

“Smells funny, huh? Good funny or bad funny?” Valkor made some serious sounding noises and stomped around a bit, clearly trying to tell her something. “I don’t know what you mean by that, bud. What? What’s the stomping about?” She asked in confusion. Normally what Valkor was trying to say got through pretty clear to her, but this time she was at a loss. “Tell you what, we still have to return Gobber’s things. How about we go over there later and ask him what type of egg it is?” Valkor made a gurgling sound and sniffed again, but he calmed down enough for Herze to know he agreed with her plan. 

 

“Alrighty, then. I’m gonna put something on and then we’re leaving.” She shared with him as she walked towards her closet. She pulled out something simple, not wanting to pull the weight of armor today. Besides, it's not like there's going to be an attack so soon after the last one, she reasoned with herself. A flowy white shirt  with straps and no shoulders, but long and loose sleeves regardless, a brown animal hide skirt with a decorative belt and matching boots. Her arms were too sore to braid her hair and still a little too shaky to precisely apply face paint, so she opted out of that today. She forewent accesoirees altogether, figuring they'd only pull her down today.

 

She thought it was good enough, cutesy even, and called out to Valkor that it was go time. He backed out of the room tail first, dragging the crate with him, clasped between his teeth. “Right. The egg. Here, let’s just…” She mumbled, walking over to the flight deck and taking the saddle bags off the hook. She then strapped it to Valkor and put the egg in, securing it properly so it wouldn’t fall out and break. They'd have to go about everything carefully today, what with the unjuries and the baby on board.

 

“Off to Gobber’s, it is.” She instructed Valkor after climbing onto his back. Valkor took off into the sky, made a sharp turn and headed for Gobber’s workshop.

 

 

It turned out Gobber didn’t know what kind of egg it was, but he’d send them to see Hiccup after Herze gave him his tools back. Hiccup had taken them to the school, where most of the books about dragons were stored. Herze was still collecting books Hiccup had asked for when he called her over.

 

“I think this is it.” He said, showing her the page he was looking at. Someone had drawn an egg on there that looked a lot like the one Herze had received. “Screaming death?” She read off the page next to it. “Sounds like a charming fella.” She chuckled. “They’re rare, but we do encounter them every so often.” Hiccup informs her. Herze humms along and flips the page. It’s an image of a full grown Screaming Death and all gathered information about it. “Hah!” She laughs when she sees the image. “Seems like fate has a type for me; less than the regular amount of legs, white as snow and extremely spiky."

 

“It would seem so.” Hiccup laughs along. “But they’re extremely hard to train, and they’re massive. They also mature a lot faster than most dragons.” He tells her without even reading the book first. “Are you sure you want to hatch it?” He asks her. Herze contemplates it for a bit, biting her lip and humming a note. 

 

“I think I do. I have to ask Valkor first, though.” She says, finally. Hiccup nods and closes the book. “You know how to, if you decide you want to hatch it. I have to go, though, there is a lot that needs doing around Berk after yesterday.” He says. “Yeah, yes, of course. Sorry to take so much of your time.” She apologizes, just now realizing how busy Hiccup must be. “Don’t sweat it. If you need to know more, those books I had you collect have everything we know about the Screaming Death in them. Fishleg and I wrote them, so the information in them can be trusted.” With that, Hiccup leaves the building, joining Toothless outside and flying off. 

 

Herze takes a little longer, going over every bit of information they had about the species.  After reading the last book, she put them all back in their place and left the building. She joins up with Valkor and tells him all about the egg he was currently carrying. 

 

“So… Do you want to do this? We can give it to the Headmaster to deal with if you don’t, he’ll know a safe spot to put it, or a rider to raise it, or-“ Valkor interrupted with a rumble and walked around her, shoving his big head into her back and pushing her towards the stables. “Wow- wow, hold it, I can walk! I can walk!” She protested, digging her heels into the ground and pushing back. “You wan to hatch the egg?” She asked finally, looking back at him. Valkor nodded once and got ready to push her again but she evaded him and laughed, running towards the stables herself. “Last one there is a fried eel!” She giggled. 

 

Valkor, of course, beat her to the entrance. “That’s cheating! You can’t fly in a running race!” She laughed, walking with him into the stables, heading right for the hatching spot. There were a lot of new students roaming around, some picking out eggs and some visiting their dragons at the stables. The headmaster had initially offered her a stable, too, but she’d declined. There was room at the house she was building at the time. She thought back to what Hiccup had said, ‘they’re massive’. She probably needed to expand while it was still a baby, make sure it had a room to stay. It could all be arranged, though. They were well established, had a home, joined a clan. It was a good time to raise another dragon. 

 

She was about to place the egg on the hatching stand, but she paused and looked back at Valkor. “You sure about this?” She asked him one last time. He groaned and pushed her towards the stand. “Alright, alright.” She grinned, rolling her eyes and placing the egg. "Excuse me for taking your opinion into consideration."

 

The egg started cracking and soon enough a baby dragon popped out of it. It make some horrible squealing sound and blinked it’s red eyes at her. “My, my, my, aren’t you a horrendous creature?” She grinned at the baby. She tried to pet it, but it hissed at her and she withdrew her hand. “Right, a hard one to train.” She mumbled. She stepped a little closer and soothed it, making calm noises and gestures. The baby dragon seemed to go along and after a while it let her touch it. She rubbed it over it’s nose, careful not to get too close to it’s sharp teeth. It looked a lot like a Whispering Death, but uglier and bigger. She was already in love with it. 

 

“So, how about we give you a name, huh?” She smiled down at the dragon. It gurgled something and hacked a bit. Valkor made a curious sound and deemed it safe to come a little closer. She chewed over the names for a second. She could name the dragon something likewise to Valkor, since it's family now, like maybe Válað. She could name it Venus, since it's teeth reminded her of the Venus Fly Trap. Ymir, since it was giant. Gellir, since it was a Screaming Death. Gørsimi, since she got the dragon as treasure. Snær, since he was white as snow, but that wouldn't match the red accents. Naðr, since he kind of looked like a serpent. 

 

She thought back to what she'd said earlier. Horrendous. It seemed to accompany the dragon extremely well. “How does Horrendous sound?” She asked her companion. Valkor looked at her, back at the baby, seemed to think it over and then nodded. “Horrendous it is.” 

 

They probably needed to go see a dragon healer, both to check up on Valkor and to see if Horrendous actually was as healthy as he seemed to be. Her mind instantly thought back to Brasa. If she’s not mistaken, Brasa works with injured and sick dragons. She figured there shouldn’t be any time wasted and heads out with Valkor and Horrendous, who keeps trying to dig holes and venture away to explore. At one point it almost seems like he’s trying to physically fight the sun. It’s amusing, but tiring. Herze secretly hopes he’ll always stay this energetic, though.

 

((Hey, Brasa! I'm currently planning on having Herze swing by you to check up on the dragons, since your character studies dragon medicine, if that's not okay with you just tell me and I'll have her go by someone else instead.))

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Up in the Air (Day 4, Battle Aftermath)

Mariella and Jasper took it easy this time; She traveled by foot while Jasper hovered along beside her at a slow pace. The poor dragon was mumbling and grumbling, staring at the ground before him. His leg was still badly injured and had to be kept in a splint for a while to heal, maybe even for weeks. He was anxious and disappointed to miss his morning flight, but it was for the best. Mariella hoped the comforting and treats she gave him would be enough to get them through it.

 

The sun was slowly rising the air was still cool and fresh. She took a great deep breathe of air and closed her eyes. smiling in delight.  "I'll never take fresh air for granted again! How about you, bud?"  Mariella asked her loyal friend. He looked at her for moment, then he too took a long deep breath and breathed a bit of steam out his nostrils. Oh, how good fresh you've been breathing smoke for so long.

 

To get to the School they had take the Commons Path. On their way past the Sundial Garden, Mariella noticed it was still reasonably early judging by the shadow, but she and Jasper had definitely slept in later than normal. If the fire hadn't woken up them up, Mariella and Jasper could have easily slept past noon. 

 

The followed the path through the small cave, swatting away spider webs then came out into the bright light again. They were at the top of the hill above the entrance to the Look Out, and you could see most of the school from there. Just as she was about to make a turn for her farm she noticed commotion over at the Great Hall. It looked like some kind of event or gathering was taking place because several Vikings were heading in.

 

"Let's see what's going on, Jasper... We'll need to hurry so we don't miss it!" she rushed as she jumped down the ledges (much to her regret, as her legs were still sore) and ran over to the Great Hall with Jasper close behind. She hoped that the Elders or the Council would have some news about the Attack.

 

Mariella and Jasper arrived almost right after Namikah. Mariella began to speak out to her, but stopped herself when she saw her join her parents. Instead, she listened closely to what the Headmaster had to say.

 

"... We have yet to work out why this tragic event occurred yesterday but rest assured: we will find out. However... the event would have been more tragic if it weren't for the brave souls that stood up to protect the village people who couldn't protect themselves. We give them our thanks."

 

So there was no news. It seemed that the other Vikings could not get the Berserkers or Outcasts to talk. After all, the Hooligan tribe had softened over the past few years. They could bribe the prisoners, and some of the hardest hearts could torture for the good of the clan, but they couldn't go far enough to get the information they needed. Maybe it wasn't the best thing for Berk or the School, but in her heart she knew that mercy was the right thing.

 

The Headmaster carried on with his speech, thanking notable people and clans: Hiccup and the Gang, the A-Team, the Phantom Lords and Shadows, Snow Leopards, the Slain of Valhalla, Valor, Fearless, and finally Earthguard. And he didn't just say Earthguard, he beamed with pride with such warmness and fondness in his voice that Mariella almost cried with joy. "That's us!" she whispered excitedly to Jasper, and he raised his chin smugly.

 

"Tonight we shall have a great feast at the Great Hall to celebrate our victory over the invading ships, to honor the brave Vikings and Clans who fought to protect the School, and to remember the great lives of those we have lost." the Headmaster anouced, seeming sad, yet proud. Mariella felt tears at the corner of her eyes. So live had been lost, it seems. May Odin welcome them with open arms to Valhalla... Mariella prayed with all her heart. 

 

The Headmaster then went on to offer food, medical care and other assistance to those in need and explained that for the next week the School would be used to house the sick and wounded. Classes were to be canceled for one week to allow for care of dragons and Vikings, as well as the repair to the Training Grounds. Orphaned dragons were to be put up for adoption. He then allowed Vikings and students to ask questions freely.

 

At this point, Mariella spotted Rose making her way back through the crowd but she was gone again before long. I guess I should have stayed near the door... Mariella admitted. Rose was a quick one, that was for sure. 

 

Mariella slowly made her way towards the front where the Headmaster was now sitting on his throne all the while pardoning herself and apologizing. At last she made it to the front. "Headmaster, how long before Flight Club is repaired?" one young Viking asked.  "Dear boy, it may be up to a month before it is restored. But do not despair-- Flight Club can find another place to gather in the meantime,perhaps at the Wilderness Clearing or at the Peak of the School. The students will find a away." the Headmaster assured him.

 

Mariella nervously stepped up next, shaking a little. "Pl-please Headmaster... can you tell me what has become of the captured Vikings?" she stammered. The Headmaster hesitated a moment. "Well... The Berserkers and Outcasts were taken to the Training Ground Caverns, where they were questioned over the course of the night, but refused to help us even with incentives. Gobber, Spitelout and a few others have left them marooned on Dragon Island with a day's supply of food and water. We expect they will be rescued shortly."

 

She sighed, both with relief and with disappointment. The men had not been seriously harmed, but much of Earthguard's extra work had been for nothing. So many people and dragons would have been better off if the ships were left to retreat. I suppose they had to try to get information. It's not like the enemy Vikings told us what they were after or what they were doing  when they arrived. They just attacked out of the blue And these are tough Vikings. I guess we shouldn't have expected them to crack... Mariella reasoned. 

 

After a moment, Mariella replied, "Thank you, Headmaster. I have one more question: is there anything I, or my clan, Earthguard, can do to help?"  He thought for a moment. "You have already donated much money, so we will not ask for more. However, if you wish to further help the School and the victims of Battle...then you may donate food, medicine, clothing, blankets, flowers, candles or anything else you think may help. You may also donate your time by helping with repairs to Flight Club and Thunder Run buildings, cook for the hungry at the School kitchen, or work with Gothi as a healer. Or, you can simply spend time with people and dragons to comfort them." Mariella bowed her head in thanks. "We will do our best!" she promised.

 

After several polite apologies, Mariella and Jasper made their way back to to the door and left the Great Hall. Mar stood just outside the door, scanning the horizon for any sign of Rose who was at the Great Hall not long ago. Rose was no where in sight, and try as she may, but Mariella could not remember where she lived. She remembered seeing her address on her letter, but just couldn't recall it. Does she live at the School? Or Berk? Mariella wondered. She knew somebody lived at Berk, but not who. Must have been Rue, because Namikah was so quite to arrive at the meeting. But where on the School Island, did she live?

 

Mariella wanted to regroup again, and get to really thank everybody for their hard work, and let everybody know what was going to happen regarding Earthguard in the next few weeks. She felt bad because she never really talked about it the night before. She was really tuckered out and it just hadn't crossed her mind when so many more important thoughts were flying around her head. Everything was up in the air right now. She figured she best make a new poster or write a few letters, but realized she wouldn't know where to send them.  I really should have got everybody's addresses! Mariella thought, mentally beating herself up. 

 

Shrugging her shoulders in frustration, she decided she'd find better use of her time by harvesting fresh vegetables at her farm for the School Pantry.She just have to hope to run into a few Earthguard members over the next few days, maybe tonight at the Remembrance Feast. "Let's go to the farm, Jasper." Mariella suggested while giving him a pat on the head. Jasper eagerly followed along, because the farm usually meant food. The two slowly made their way up towards the Look Out, with a tiny baby dragon sleeping soundly at Mariella's back. 

 

((Just realized I should have put a section for "Residence" or something on the form. Whoops! Like my character, I have terrible memory.

Edited my post to have the Headmaster annouce a feast. I meant to earlier, but it completely slipped my mind. Thanks, Brasa!)) 

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((Herze - totally fine!))

 

Brasa yawned and stretched in her stone bowl-bed at the stables. "Oh Thor's toenails," she muttered to herself, as she immediately felt the muscles in her shoulders and calves aching. All considered though, it wasn't bad. Fern was perched on the edge, preening. "Lemme see," Brasa asked her, and she reached over to look into the dragon's mouth. A little red in spots, but okay. All that licking a drooling on rough scaley dragon hide could do a number to a Prickleboggle's relatively soft tongue. But that tongue was in the best place to heal up - in a Prickleboggle's mouth. Clintonia somewhat shoveled her out of the bowl. Her legs must have ached, too, since she opted to sit down alot. Rest was the remedy for that.

  Today was a day for rest. Most likely there would be a celebratory feast on Berk tonight, or perhaps at the school. First, though, Brasa needed to tend her farm and dragons and everything else. It was a bit too soon to check on the injured dragons - wounds weren't going to heal overnight - unless of course those dragons and riders got into more trouble or didn't follow doctor's orders, which was entirely possible. She, and every other healer, human or dragon, also needed to restock supplies. Brasa thought about Rue, would she be up to herb-gathering, maybe tomorrow? There was an island not too far off that all of Gothi's students knew about that had alot of medicinal herbs growing on it. In fact, many of the plants were probably seeded by a healer in the distant past. They were allowed to grow wild, with just a little nurturing from the Vikings when needed.

((Yeah, mostly made up, but sounds nice. Also there was an island that Gothi goes to to gather herbs in one of the ROB quests with Snotlout. I just forget the name.))

  Brasa slid out of the comfortable bowl, found a bit of paper and also two dried herring, and wrote a note to Rue asking if she'd like to go forage for herbs tomorrow. There were a few Terrors lazing on a ledge nearby. She tempted the one that was a mail dragon with the herring, attached the note, and sent the little dragon off to Rue's house.

  Today, Brasa would make sure the dragons got the dagmal meal, after she finished chores. In the second wing of her boulder stables, her inginuitive boulder dragons had carved out another enormous bowl. This was to be their own feeding station. It was currently empty. She set some dragons on the task of gathering fish and filling up the bowl. They would most likely fill up their stomach first, but that was okay.

Brasa saddled up Laurel, her Gronkle, since Clintonia was instructed to rest, and buzzed over to her farm. The chickens were already pecking about, but Brasa freshened their water and tossed out some feed corn and other seeds anyway. Laurel stomped around in the little stream, attempting to catch some trout, but mostly muddying the water instead. Brasa milked the yaks and set the milk to curdle in her cool shed. She also collected the eggs and stored them. She took a few dozen of the older ones - she had alot of chickens - and loaded them into a saddlebag for the dragons. She weeded the garden - most of which was edible - harvested some root vegetables like carrots and beets, and leafy greens like cabbage. She loaded up the greens and veggies, and yes, the weeds onto Laurel and flew back to the stables. Her dragons had been productive - the bowl was nearly overflowing with mostly oceanic fish like cod and halibut and herring, and some salmon. Her dragons were hovering and drooling. Since there was a surplus of fish, she pulled out some to accomodate the vegetables, to prepare and preserve for later. The dragons that fished had predictably filled their own bellies up, so she set them to slicing and mashing the fish still in the bowl. Less change of them just chowing down. Guts, bones, scales and all, the dragons would the whole, nutricious fish. Brasa roughly chopped the vegetables and greens. In went the veggies and a few buckets of fresh water and a few of sea water for a salty flavor. Then came her Nightmare and Moldruffle, who both slowly heated the huge stone bowl. Brasa climbed on a stool and stirred the stew as best she could. Her Boneknapper got excited and produced an old dragon bone from her lair and started stirring, too. Brasa stopped and started tossing in the eggs, making sure they'd hit the sides and crack. A few were caught midair by the dragons and swallowed outright. The gooey eggs solidified and whitened in the broth, feathering between the fish bits.

Brasa sat down next to the fish she took out and started cleaning and fileting them, and hung them to dry. Hyacinth the Smokebreath obligingly puffed away, smoking the hanging fish, after helping herself to the heads and guts, and licked the floor clean. After their meal, Brasa would ask the dragons to char the floor well. Then she'd sweep away the debris after it cooled back down.

Brasa hummed some tune or other, probably a blend of of several. At this moment, all was copacetic. She called out each dragon's name and told them what good dragons they were, and truly they were. The aweful fish stew aroma filled the air, but as yucky as it was, it was also a good smell, the smell of family.

The stew cooked for about an hour or so. Someone had produced a number of smaller, but dragon-sized boulders that were hollowed out to form bowls. She'd really have to figure out which dragon or dragons were being so clever. In lieu of a giant ladle, her Armorwing pried off a large bent up shield and spooned out stew into the dragon bowls. When another dragon got too close to her shield-spoon she growled warningly. Clearly the shield was going right back where it came from once she was down. Brasa cracked another two eggs on the still-warm rim of the stone bowl for herself. She settled down to eat amongst the scaled beasts. The dragons ate from their boulder-bowls or directly from the giant stone bowl. It was a pleasant mid-day meal.

 

((Vikings ate two meals a day - a "day meal" a few hours after starting the morning work, and a "night meal"))

((Evidently, Vikings didn't drink too much fresh milk, rather it often went to other dairy products))

((Eggs can last a long time - the store-bought ones you eat are at least a couple weeks old!))

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A Feast for Wild Creatures (Day 4, Battle Aftermath)

The farm was totally trashed. Bowels, plates, forks, spoons and knives were scattered all over the ground, the dragon's table was knocked over, and the poor farm animals looked scared half to death. Mariella didn't know what went on at her farm, but some wild things must have had a grand old time. 

 

"Oh Jasper, look at this mess!" Mariella cried with dismay, causing all the birds in her vicinity to fly into the air. Jasper was already investigating, sniffing around with flaring nostrils, limping on one leg. He followed a scent trail to a barrel of fish. His ears perked, and he hit the barrel over with his head. Two rather plump terrible terrors flew awkwardly away screeching and squawking.  

 

Jasper nosed around in the barrel, but whimpered when he found it empty.  Mariella went over to Jasper and gave him a rub on the back. "Don't worry boy. There's always more where that came from." she assured him. Looking around the toppled table she found a few bites of quartz and offered them to him with a smile. "Here, these will tide you over." He gulped them down and grunted appreciatively. 

 

A tiny muffled squeak came from Mariella's backpack. "Oh! I almost forgot about you little one....How was your nap?" Mar whispered quietly once she'd opened the top backpack's top just enough to see the hatchling's big eyes. The little whispering death blinked and strained her eyes at the bright light. "Let's get you to the barn, little one," Mariella whispered gently. "You'll feel better in the shade." 

 

Mariella brought the hatchling into the living quarters of the barn and let the baby out onto a nest of blankets in her own bed. The hatchling snuggled up cozily in the blankets and shut her eyes to sleep. "Poor girl," Mariella cooed, "It must be scary for you coming into the world in the middle of the day above the Earth's surface..."  She rubbed the baby on her bead between the spikes and soon she was snoring soundly.

 

Jasper stood by the bed, watching the hatchling with a smile on his face, laying his chin on he bed. "Do you want to stay with the little one, Jasper?" she asked quietly. He just looked from her back to the baby, sitting down on the floor. I guess that's a yes. All the chores are up to me today. Better get started. 

 

((Good idea about the feast, Brasa! I edited my earlier post and had the Headmaster annouce a feast at the School's Great Hall to be held for "night meal". Thanks for all the cool facts, too! I shall try to use them from now on.))

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Gothic discovering his protective side

((Thank you, Herze! :-) And wow, that sounds like an awful lot of exams... 

 

Brasa, giving herbs to the vikings that will calm their nerves, is a good idea! I read that hop calmes people down so I thought of distributing free beer would be nice :-D but then I found out that, though Vikings had beer-like drinks already, hop has been added to beer only since the 14th century. So, no beer for our vikings, but I'll go with Lavender (the smell has a calming effect), Valerian (for a calm sleep- might help against nightmares. But I'm not sure if you actually can make tea from Valerian as I will do in the next post, I just made that up). And of course, Healer's island! Another great idea! In the series's episode with the eel pocks epidemy Gothi, Hiccup and the others fly to Healer's island, so it definitifely exists :-) How practical!

Did you ask me in your message to go there tomorrow myself or did you plan to come with us? Both is fine with me, I'm just not sure how you meant it.

 

And welcome to the viking world, Horrendous and Rosemary! :-) Gothic will be so excited... ))

 

 

It took all the rest of the morning for Rue to finish several bowl full of new ointment and salves. They would need to rest for 1-2 days before they could be applied but the ones she has made some days ago looked good to her and she would deliver them later today. She wanted to add some herbs to her delivery as well, that would help vikings to cope with the past events mentally. But there was only a dry little bunch of Lavender left in her shelf. She would need more than that and Lavender was - even if it was a popular plant many vikings had in their gardens and farms - not adapted to a climate that cold as it was in Berk. To get some Lavender that blooms nicely and has a strong scent she needed some that had grown on a sunny dry coast or something...

For brunch she roasted a herring over the fire for herself and Winnie joined in for some raw fish. "Battling made me so hungry. I could eat a dragon... - figuratively" she added smilingly when her dragon gave her a sceptical but amoused look from the side. Winnie, too, seemed pretty hungry. Her usual dignified, deliberate nature fell off when she dashed into the fish basket, trying to gulp down two salmon at once.

 

After the meal Rue and Winnie went for a short visit to Rubinesse's parents who lived only some minutes away. Berk looked so at peace. The big fight at the training grounds had not touched the village, many had gone to the school grounds though to help reconstructing and caring about the people. Her parents were both fine as well and luckily, they had not known that their daughter had been at the training grounds yesterday. They got shocked in retrospect when they found out Rue had been batteling the feared Berserkes and she had to promise them that joining a clan would not lead to batteling them every day.

When they came home 1 hour later, a yellow Terrible Terror was fluttering through the sky above the hut. A message! Thankfully Rue tickled the little one, that had landed on her shoulder, under his chin and removed the letter. "It's from Brasa!" Winnie purred interestedly. " ah right, I expected they'd run out of healing supplies soon. So I'll try to get Gothic to fly with me to the school so I can deliver the new ointments fast. ...Oh, she askes me to go to Healer's island. What a great idea!" Delighted, Rue frisked into her hut and to the shelves.

"I can stock up my supplies there. I might even get some Lavender and Valerian! Tea made from Valerian root will help the vikings to sleep well after all the horrors of the battle. ...So we'll go to Healer's island tomorrow! I just hope Gothic will be up for that, too. I'm not sure if the boats are sailing right now because of the danger surrounding Berk and the school grounds - and it would take me hours to get to healer's island like that." Rue dismissed the yellow Terror back into the air. Maybe she could talk to Brasa herself in a few minutes.

 

Gothic wasn't in his cave when Rue arrived. She put down the heavy bag with all the ointments and salves and made her way into his spacious tunnels. "Goooothic?" When she found him in a small underground cave he looked drowsily up at her. She saw that he wasn't in the mood to get out into the sun so she decided to sit down next to him for a while and she told him everything that had happened the day before. He lifted his head a bit higher with every minute she spoke and his intimidating white eyes got bigger and bigger while he was staring at her and listened. When she was finished, a furious roar almost hit her against the wall because he was standing now right in front of her, his long front teeth only centimeters away from her body. With a second roar he turned (Rue had to watch out for his spikey tail whiping around) and with hellspeed he stormed to the exit of his tunnels. Rubinesse knew him good enough by now to interprete his behavior. Even though he was in a grumpy mood today, hearing about the attack had made him furious and made him want to protect his home and -even though he'd never admit it- his viking Rue, Winnie and their friends. Rue was almost moved to tears, she had never seen Gothic that protective of her. But now she hurried towards the sunlight to get the ointments to the healers as fast as possible.

 

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Getting savely to the school through the air with a heavy bag full of fragile pots on her back on an angry Gothic was no picknick and Rue felt every bruise on her body from yesterday. She was glad she had thought of bringing some of the gems she had gotten from the treasure chest, so she would stop by Johan's shop for a Whispering Death saddle afterwards.

Rue had hoped to meet Brasa when she handed over the ointments to Gothi and some other healers in the Great Hall. But then she figured that she'd surely be getting some well-deserved rest today, so, because she diden't know where Brasa lived, Rue decided to send her a mail. Gothi gave her a cordial smile when she received the ointments. "I'll go to Healer's island tomorrow to get some more herbs there." The old lady nodded approvingly and laid her hand on Rue's shoulder for a moment before turning to an injured baby monstrous nightmare next to her.

 

Rue was lucky to find the yellow Terrible Terror from earlier today. He would know where to deliver the mail to Brasa. With the dragon disappearing in the sky Rue and Gothic walked over to Johans traiding post, excited to look for the coolest (Gothics wish) and most Whispering-Death-teeth resistant (Rue's wish) saddle they could get.

 

Dear Brasa,

 

thank you for your mail! I hope you, Clintonia and Fern are alright!

Yes, I will go to Healer's island tomorrow, it's a good idea. Do you wanna come? I'll leave around 10 in the morning on my whispering death Gothic.

 

Cheers,

Rue

 

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((I totally forgot to post my idea: Next time that captured enemies are going to be interrogated, there could be some sort of Hiccup-approved torture like making them listen to Johann's stories for hours for example :-)  ))

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Chores and mysteries.

 Tally dropped out of bed the next morning after a deep sleep. If she dreamed at all, she rarely remembered them: sometimes this proved to be a blessing.

 

She discovered that she had fallen asleep in her clothes, and grabbed a towel, tunic, trousers and underwear off the small heap of clean clothes by her bed. Wandering out to the barn, she found an unusual sight. The carrying-pallet was totally bare, porridge sacks and barrels just sitting around waiting to be loaded. Ellen's attention was focused on the treasure box Tally had brought back last night: several scratches around the latch suggested she'd tried to get in by herself.

 

Tally had to load the whole thing herself, despite her stiff muscles and tender neck, and even when she asked Ellen to pick it up the dragon seemed reluctant to move: in the end Tally had to place the box on the pallet with her clothes to persuade the dragon to help. Even then, Ellen kept her attention on the box and carried the pallet slowly and carefully, as if there was something precious in there that she might break.

 

Ellen's distraction continued even as they prepared breakfast, her obsession with the box eventually drawing the other dragons' interest. First Ruth, a black-and-white Sand Wraith, crept over, sniffing over the box intently before leaping in the air in sudden alarm and burying herself six feet away, watching the box with just a pair of eyes and nostrils peeping out of the sand. Ruth was both insatiably curious and very nervous, so this was pretty normal for her and Tally ignored it: but after Kaylee, Sammie and even Martha's Left head ducked down and backed away nervously in turn after sniffing the box, Tally started paying attention.

 

"What in the Nine Realms is in this thing? Ruth aside, I've never seen you act so oddly!" she said to the gathered dragons as she knelt by the box, Ellen only reluctantly moving her tail so that Tally could open it up.

 

There were several layers of silky wrapping in the box, which Tally laid on the ground before lifting out... a rock.

 

It was nothing special as far as Tally could see: some kind of slightly crumbly pale grey shale, roughly cut into a slightly tapered shape, with a red circle painted at the top end. On top of the red circle was a black coiled dragon. Tally thought it looked like some kind of road marker.

 

The dragons peering over her all sighed as they beheld the rock, as if they had collectively been holding their breath. Ellen, leaning close, sniffed the rock and gave a low hum that was almost a purr.

 

Tally lifted out one rock after another, laying them on the silky stuff when Ellen rattled angrily after she nearly put one on the sand. There were ten altogether, which seemed to disappoint Ellen: she curled up as Tally began to pack the rocks away, and the other dragons nudged her comfortingly before they wandered back to their food. But when Tally began to put the rocks away, Ellen wiggled up and supervised, making sure they were all wrapped and packed carefully, and when Tally shut the lid with only nine rocks in the chest, Ellen rattled unhappily till Tally wrapped the last rock in the towel she'd brought for herself.

 

It was a reasonably warm morning, if overcast, so Tally cheerfully stripped off before heading to the hot water pool. Though the water came out of the cliff boiling, some clever engineering diverted some of the water from the stream that fed the dragons' drinking-troughs into the pool, so it was a good temperature for bathing. The heat still stung her burns and reminded her of Gothi's ointment, still in one of the pockets of the clothes she'd discarded. Once she had scrubbed herself clean, she emptied her pockets out and washed her dirty clothes: by the time they were done she was dry, and she could apply the ointment before dressing in the clean stuff she'd brought.

 

She picked her way back to the farm, carrying the box with the wet clothes heaped on top and the towel-wrapped stone balanced on all of it: Ellen followed her, rattling with worry the whole way. Tally called Sammie to come with them on the way past.

 

Ellen was not satisfied till the box had been stowed safely in the barn, and the single stone had been wrapped in some of the silky stuff from the box, and then in oilcloth, and finally in a patch of soft hide. Tally stowed it in her pack, followed by two pairs of socks, some vegetables and two boxes of eggs. She bundled up a roll of fleece and several homemade blankets and tied these underneath her pack. Then she pulled on two extra layers and a jacket made of heavy, furry hide, which she left unfastened. Finally ready to go, she hopped aboard Sammie and they took off. She saw Ellen take one last look at the barn before she wiggled back to the stables.

 

Tally did not know what the stone was, but she had an idea that it was pretty old, and she knew someone who might be both willing and able to help her. But she had joined a clan, and she had a vague idea that some kind of social responsibility went along with that: so when she took the fleece to sell to Phlegma to protect her crops she asked who she should give the blankets to, and the botanist seemed pleased and said she'd take them and pass them on to where they were needed.

"Aren't you a bit overdressed?" Phlegma asked her as Tally unloaded the fleece and all but one of the blankets.

"At the moment? Yes. But I won't be soon," Tally said cheerfully. The botanist stared for a moment, and apparently decided not to ask.

 

There was a crowd heading towards the Great Hall as Tally left the Lookout for the main School buildings. Sammie turned towards them but Tally said "No, Sammie, we're not going in there." She wandered to the market stalls instead and bought several bottles of small beer. Once they were packed - carefully, so as not to crush the eggs - she hopped up onto Sammie's shoulder. The dragon grumbled a little but took off, and they flew up over the beautiful landscape of the Wilderness to the blue of the sea.

 

High up, skimming clouds, with the morning sun to Tally's right, they flew straight on. After a few hours the air began to turn icy. Tally laced up the front of her jacket tightly against the chill wind. When tiny crystals of frost began to form on Sammie's spines and crest, they started their descent. A snow-covered island jutted up out of the sea, topped with a conical mountain that emitted clouds of steam and divided by a glacier inching its way to the sea.

 

"He was going here the last time I heard from him, Sammie. Said he was coming back to study those wall paintings some more. He would choose to go to Icestorm Island at the warmest point in Berk's year..." Tally mused as they landed in the near-deserted grounds in front of the Ice Caves. They entered the caves, the path soon opening out into a surprising landscape: a warm indoor lake, waterfalls plummeting from the roof, green plants with bright red flowers clinging to the steep, sloping sides of the rocks in the huge hidden chamber. Tally called out "Helloooo? Anyone there?", her voice echoing inside the vast cavern.

 

((Baby Rosemary the Squeaking Death is adorable. So is Horrendous - does Hiccup mind you co-opting his middle name for a Screaming Death, Rue? ;) On a more serious note, Tally is not going to be impressed when she finds out about Berkians committing torture, whatever the cause. And "small beer", if anyone doesn't already know, is weakly alcoholic beer that used to be brewed when water wasn't always safe to drink: most germs can't live in alcohol, even relatively weak alcohol.))

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Helping the Needy (Day 4, Battle Victory Celebration/Remembrance

At last the chores were done. Mariella had checked on all the animals for food and water, shaved the sheep, foxes, and bunnies, harvested flowers, vegetables and dandelions, collected feathers, collected eggs, retrieved fish from the fish trap, and milked the yaks. Mar even righted the table all by herself and collected and cleaned all the dish ware. (She was surprised to find many dishes licked clean. Perhaps some raccoons, mice or wild boar had discovered the abandoned human's feast, as mammals usually preferred human food more than dragons did.)

 

Mar wiped the sweat off her brow and looked to the blaring sun. By now it was past noon and the sun was beginning to lower on the horizon, but she was pleased because she'd got so much done and had plenty of goods to donate to the School.  She hummed cheerfully, loading up her cart with baskets and buckets full of goods, looking forward to helping all the Vikings and dragons she could today. She hoped to find her friends at the Feast at the Great Hall so she could return their dishes and talk about the future of the Clan. Oh a whim, she packed up (and watered) the crate of sprouts in burlap bags to give to any of her friends she ran into. 

 

With one basket full of eggs, one bucket full of fish, and one full of a mixed root vegetables, Mariella went into the barn to prepare some food for her dragons, and was greeted by and awful high pitched shriek! Putting down her baskets, Mariella rushed over to the tiny flailing, crying whispering death who was tangled in the blankets with Jasper tugging the baby along on the floor. 

 

"Oh no, what's going on!"  Mariella exclaimed, looking at the scene. The baby must have wanted to get out of bed but got stuck in the fibers of the blankets. Jasper was trying to free her but couldn't because she was so badly entwined. I guess I should have thought of that... Mariella thought, face-palming for her own stupidity. After all, a thistle-like body is likely to get stuck in flax and wool blankets. 

 

"Jasper, please stop and let me help her." Mar ordered gently. The poor Gronckle looked up to her with sad eyes, then back to the wailing baby helplessly. Very slowly, Mariella got to her knees on the floor and reached out her hand, rubbing the baby's snout and forehead, soothing her until she was only sniffling. Then, one by one the freed up each thorn on her spiky body and lifted her up out of the now-stringy blankets.

 

Mariella very carefully and gently rocked the baby in her arms, shushing and cooing to her, and the little girl finally calmed down and nuzzled against Mar's chest and began to purr. Jasper, now relaxed too, looked up to Mariella and the hatchling with grateful and adoring eyes. With one hand Mar pat him on the head and scratched him behind the ears. "Seems with both have a lot to learn, huh bud?"

 

Mar brought the hatchling to the kitchen, still pondering over names. She was really growing fond of the name 'Thistle' but at the same time it didn't seem quite right. She placed the young one on the table and once again retrieved her three baskets of food and began to prepared it, boiling the eggs in the cauldron over the fire and frying up the fish near the embers below. The baby watched closely, as if fascinated by what was happening. 

 

When everything was done cooking, Mariella offered each item to the baby: raw and boiled eggs, raw and cooked fish. The hatchling just snubbed away, as if the food disgusted her; Mar couldn't help wondering if she was just a bad cook. Feeling disappointed, she gave Jasper most of the fish and eggs, saving only one of each for herself. Next she offered the little whisper a tiny bit obsidian, slate, and marble, but she didn't want any of it. All the more for Jasper, who was very happy to have such variety in his diet recently.

 

Finally, Mar took some vegetables out of her basket. The hatchling's eyes grew huge, and she whirred her teeth and shook her tail in anticipation. Chuckling at the baby's reaction, Mariella began to cut up turnips, parsnips, carrots, and onions and placed  a few bites of them on a plate for the baby to try then went to her pantry and put the rest in jars for storage. When she came back, she was pleased to find the plate nearly empty with the little one humming in a happy and satisfied way as Jasper looked on, tail wagging away. She gave the cute dragon a pat behind the head, smiling greatly. "Aw, aren't you a happy girl. You really must be a vegetarian! Wonder what Hiccup and Fishleg's would say about that..." 

 

Very gently Mariella picked up the Whispering Death and placed her in the backpack once more. Now that everybody had eaten a snack to tide them over before tonight's feast, it was time to drop off her donations and see how she could help around the school. All three went outside into the brightness of the farm and headed for the heavily laden cart of goods. Mar scanned it first, then looked to the rest of the farm to see if she'd forgotten something. Then, something caught her eyes: a rosemary plant, swaying in the breeze.

 

"Oh, that's just what we need. Rosemary plants symbolize remembrance, and it will be perfect for the celebration tonight, in remembrance of those brave warriors who fought to defend the School and the people and dragons in it..." Mariella thought out loud as she made herself a rosemary crown with small white flower accents, in a way to symbolize innocence lost. She was pleased that it matched the white dress and light armor she was wearing (She thought it would be best to be prepared for another attack).

 

Mariella grabbed some more rosemary branches and made a slightly more masculine looking half-wreath and placed it on Jasper's head. The gronckle looked up, licked his lips, then knocked it off and proceeded to eat it. "Jasper! That was rude of you!" Mariella scolded him, sad to see her hard work go to his stomach. He tilted his head, feeling guilty but not quite understanding why. To him, the wreath was food, and it's not like Mariella never put a treat on his nose for the fun of it. She softened her face and voice and pat him on the head. "It's okay boy. You didn't know."

 

Mar then made a tiny crown for the little whispering death and placed it around a few of her spikes on the top of her head. The girl merely sniffed curiously then squeaked questioningly, looking up with her big eyes. Mariella gazed back with adoration, seeing her in all her unique beauty until it finally dawned on her. "That's it!" Mariella cried out with joy. "Rosemary. My little baby Rosemary..." she cooed, kissing the baby on her tiny forehead as she baby dragon purred contently.  Mariella knew it was the the right name, for that little whispering death was a beautiful soul who was brought into her life on a day that she would never forget

 

After closing the lid and returning the pack to her back, she picked up the cart's handles and slowly, but steadily made her way to the School with her two dragons. 

 

((Rue: Nice idea, I for one would be interested to hear Johann's stories, but I know for others it is quite a bore.

Tally: It's so cool to see somebody going for a Titan. I'm considering lowing the amount of Titan Runes required in-RP (because 50 is a lot) but not sure what number to set it at. Look forward to see how you make the Titan Runes work!))

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Fires and flashbacks

((All these baby dragons! I'm a sucker for baby dragons, they're just so darn cute!))

 

The sunset painted a brilliant array of colors on the horizon as Eslig and Ambolt trekked up the twisting path that led to Eslig's house. The baby Nadder was snoring softly on Ambolt's saddle. Eslif figured that if today was any indication, he and Ambolt wouldn't be alone together anymore. He would have to think of a name for their little friend...

 

A loud roar cut through the twilight, startling the baby Nadder awake. The turquoise dragon began shivering in fear, and Ambolt rumbled nervously. Eslig recognized the sound as a Monstrous Nightmare roar, and it didn't sound happy. Another bellow exhoed through the air, and Ambolt blinked in shock. TWO Monstrous Nightmares? Eslig thought. He ran the last few steps around the corner and his house came into view. Well, what was left of it anyway.

 

The two Monstrous Nightmares were mounting a full-scale assault on his small cottage, which was bathed in flames. Eslig watched, mouth agape, as the bigger of the two dragons used its tail to smash a large hole in the wall. The cottage shook but didn't collapse. Eslig squinted as he stared at the house, wondering what had prompted the wild dragons to attack. The smaller of the two Monstrous Nightmares (smaller being a relative term, 'Monstrous' isn't in their name for nothing) appeared to be trying to scale the side of the house.

 

Eslig followed the dragon's intended path up until he finally realized the reason for the dragons' assault. A baby Monstrous Nightmare was trapped inside the old Terror Mail Door, which was little more than a hole cut in the house with a swinging iron grate over the opening. Unfortunately for the baby Nightmare, it was a one-way door. This was because in the early days of Terror Mail, the little dragons hadn't quite grasped the concept of 'delivery'. They would fly to their destination, beg for fish, and leave before the mail was actually delivered to the recipient. By essentially trapping them inside (the door let them in but not out), they had to fulfill their mission before they were released by the recipient of the mail.

 

Eslig had kept a bowl of water and some fish near the Terror Mail door just in case one ever stopped by. It must have been that food that had drawn the little Nightmare in, but now it was stuck inside and its parents were coming to the rescue. The Nightmares finally succeeded in freeing their baby, and after a brief reunion and a staredown with Ambolt, they retreated back into the wild.

 

A memory stirred in Eslig's brain but he brushed it aside, taking in the damage. But as he got closer the acrid stench of the dying fire hit him like a boulder. He felt his knees weaken beneath him and he fell to the ground, his eyes glassy and the world spinning around him.

 

Eslig's mind flashed back to another house fire in another life. The smell of burning wood and the sound of crackling flames surrounded him, and he heard an old woman coughing and crying for help in a feeble voice. He didn't know who the voice belonged to but he felt an intense desire to help her escape the flames. As he urged his legs to go faster he felt strong, rough hands grab him and a sack was thrown over his head. A blow glanced off his head and he reeled, falling to the ground. Blows and kicks joined the assault until finally, mercifully, he sank into unconscousness.

 

Eslig felt something large and wet smother his forehead, and he awoke to a concenred Ambolt licking his face. Even the baby Nadder was quiet and still, and Eslig sat up weakly. "I'm ok, I'm ok..." he protested as the pink Nadder covered him protectively with his wing. But in truth Eslig was exhausted both mentally and physically, and soon he slipped into an uneasy sleep. Ambolt, content to let him rest, corralled the baby Nadder (who was once again running in circles around him) under his wing as well and soon all three of them were slumbering peacefully in the light of the smoldering cottage.

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((Rue - yes, I thought we

((Rue - yes, I thought we might go collect herbs together, and anyone else that might want to! That goes along with the RP, and maybe we can have a mini-adventure. Or just have a nice time collecting herbs!))

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((Okay, sounds fun! :-) Rue

((Okay, sounds fun! :-) Rue will be attending the feast in the Great hall this evening after buying Gothics saddle and I'm pretty sure she will meet Mar and maybe someone else from the clan there, so she's gonna invite them to our little field trip for the next day, too. To those who won't be at the feast: You can make your charakters bump into Rue or Brasa or find out about the trip somehow, if you wanna come as well.))

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Field Trips!

((Awesome, sounds fun. =D Working on my post now. The Victory Celebration shall soon begin. !))

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The Celebration Begins (Day 4, Victory Celebration)

The School grounds were buzzing with Vikings and dragons, all preparing for the Feast. There were people on Gronckles, Hotburples, and Zipplesbacks, hanging up decorations, Thunderpedes lugging furniture around, Tidal class dragons and their riders bringing in fresh fish--all kinds of dragons and all kinds of people working together. It was a heartwarming sight to see everybody smiling after such a tragic day.

 

"Mariella!" a great female voice bellowed from the Schools huge doors, waving heartily. It was Phlegma the Fierce, who was not only the Schools Botanist but also Mar's mentor for many years. Mariella smiled and waved back, hauling her cart over to the door. "Hello Phlegma! So nice to see you again,"  she greeted politely. Phlegma plod over and gave Mar a great bear hug while Jasper looked on wagging his tail away with his big silly grin on his face. "Good to see you too, girl! It's been too long." Just as Mar started to gasp for air, Phlegma let her down and laughed her deep-belly laugh. Mariella rubbed her sore arms and laughed along good spiritedly. 

 

Phlegma then stood back, looking Mariella and Jasper over. "Looks like the stories must be true. The way I heard it, you and the rest of Earthguard were real heroes on the battlefield!" Phlegma boasted proudly, giving Jasper a friendly noogie on his head. Mariella blushed bright red. "Oh, no no, it was nothing really-- It was my teammates that really pulled through. I even blacked out near the end..." she explained modestly. "I wouldn't be here if it weren't for my friends."

 

Phlegma smiled and put her arm around Mar's shoulder. "You have some good friends-- Keep them close. And another thing..." Phlegma began, and pulled Mariella up by her shoulders so she was standing up tall. "Believe in yourself! One day, you will be fierce warrior and a great leader." Mariella gave her a small, appreciative smile. "I'll try my best."

 

As they were unloading the good from the cart, Mar asked, "Phlegma, why are we celebrating now, anyway? Couldn't the enemy catch us off-guard? We should all be battle ready, not goofing off right?" Phlegma laughed. "Mar, you worry too much. You should be having fun," she looked at Mariella's troubled face. "Okay, okay. The Headmaster has the Berk Guard, A-Team, and Hiccup and the Gang taking turns watching all around the School. If anything happens we'll know about it," she began. "But-- from what I hear, the ships were here to... test the School's forces. They may not be back for some time." Mariella relaxed a little knowing all this. "Besides, a celebration is just what the School needs after the tragedy at the Training Grounds. The feast wll boost morale."

 

With Phlegma's generous help, they brought the baskets of food, flowers, and furs into the Great Hall. First they put several flowers around the memorials that lined the walls of the Great Hall. It was sad to see all the names and images of those who were lost. Many were young, innocent souls that just happened to be at the Training Grounds when the ships attacked.  She gently touched one picture of boy who looked to be only an infant. Perhaps a mother was there to cheer on her children as they raced in Thunder Run, and the boy was dropped in the chaos and stampedes that followed. Maybe he was hit by friendly fire, or a stay arrow. If only we had arrived sooner. Maybe we could have saved more lives. Maybe... Phlegma put her arm Mar's shoulder, interrupting her thoughts. "You did the best that you could, Mariella. Many lives were saved because of you and your team."

 

Mariella suddenly heard the giggling of two children playing, but their voiced sounded oddly familiar. She turned around saw a young girl and boy bouncing over to Jasper followed by a young blue Gronckle. "Thank you for saving Pubbles!" the young girl cried out as she hugged Jasper around his neck. The blue Gronckle, presumably Pubbles, came over and gave a friendly snort and the two Gronckles nuzzled and grunted like long-lost friends. The children pat him and rubbed his back, and Jasper just happily snorted wagging his tail and puffed out a ring of smoke. Mariellas's heart melted from the scene. It was Bao and the young girl with the blue Gronckle from yesterday, she realized. But just as soon as they arrived, the children were off again, running and laughing with the young blue Gronckle chasing at their heels and their parents calling and scolding after them. Maybe we didn't save everybody, Mariella thought with tears forming in her eyes, but we did save a few. 

 

 

"Such cute children," Phlegma said when they left. She then looked back at Mariella and Jasper and grinned. "You know, I've been thinking of getting a dragon myself. And seeing you with your boy Jasper, and Fishlegs with Meatlug and that young Pubbles there... Perhaps the Gronckle is the one for me!" Mariella smiled and nodded her head. "You can't go wrong with a Gronckle. They're some of the friendliest, and most loyal dragons." she replied, as Jasper nudged his head against her hand and gargled lovingly. 

 

Phlegma and Mariella continued on delivering the rest of the baskets of goods. The furs were dropped off in the Textiles Classroom, where many students and teachers were busily making wool into yarn, knitting, sewing clothes and shoes, or dying fabrics. Mar was surprised to see that they had already made many blankets, shirts, underpants, socks, trousers, and even a few shoes to be given out later on. She really would have loved to help but she hadn't finished her sewing lessons with Phlegma yet.

 

Their final stop was the School's kitchens. The room was incredibly hot and bustling with chefs and dragons. Terrible Terrors were keeping the fires and ovens lit and at the right temperature while Smokebreaths were at work smoking meat. In another room with a small window, Mar could  see Groncicle, Snow Wraith, and Wooly Howl working with chefs to create cold food, drinks, ice, and desserts. Most of the people and dragons didn't even notice them arrive, but one jolly, big bellied Berkian chef came over and welcomed her, graciously accepting the fruit, vegetables, eggs, fish, and yak's milk. He even invited Mariella to help in the kitchen, but she politely declined (the kitchen was far too crowded and chaotic for her).  

 

Phlegma, Mariella, and Jasper returned back to the Great Hall, which was finally starting to come together. Great weapons, tapestries and beautiful flowers were all around. The tables were lined with fine dishes, glasses, and candles. The delicious aroma of food was wafting through the building and many Vikings were making their way in and finding their seats. It looked like a band was gathering on the stage before the thrones.

 

"I hear that Gobber is bringing out his old pan pipes," Phlegma said, pointing towards the stage. "Let's hope he doesn't sing!" she chuckled. Mariella laughed also, for Gobber was not a great singer. "Why don't you and your Gronckle go relax at the tables. You've helped so much already. Enjoy the music and have a drink of water. Maybe have a bit of ale when they bring it around later on!" she encouraged with a jab to Mar's side. "Oh! Uhm, thank you Phlegma. That sounds like a great idea actually," Mariella replied with a somewhat pained smile. "Well! If you need me. I'll be around helping the other guests. Don't go so long without writing next time--I still have so much to teach you!"  and with that, Phlegma went back outside.

 

Mariella found an empty seat away from the other Vikings so she could take a breather and relax before the festivities began.  She placed her backpack on the table and opened up the lid. There was Rosemary, watching curiously from within the bag. She squeaked happily, glad to see Mar again. Mariella grabbed a carrot from her pouch pocket and offered it to her young dragon. Rosemary gratefully ate it, slowly grinding it up with her whirring teeth. For Jasper, she gave him a couple nice hard boiled eggs and a bit of granite. Satisfied, he layed down on the floor behind Mar and they all waited, to see where the night would take them.

 

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Dairy Dreams

Brasa platted her long blue hair and placed a wreath of white and purple flowers on top of her head. Her antlered headdress from the clan meeting was probably long gone by now. She wore grey leggings under a blue skirt, and a loose brown tunic. She had little in the way of jewelry, but did put on some iridescent dragon-scale earrings, a silver arm cuff, and a chunky choker.

She saddled up Clintonia and beckoned Fern over to ride along. Both dragons were feeling better after a day's rest, and certainly deserved to be at the feast. Mounting her Shovelhelm, they took off to fly slowly over to the School Hall, for the festivities. Brasa wondered if Rue would be there.

Brasa had sent along a reply to Rue's dragon mail, saying yes, they ought to go gather herbs tomorrow on Healer's Island, but she also wondered if she herself would be able to make the 10 AM meeting time. Well, no better place to find a cure for a hangover, she supposed.

She also wondered, as her tummy grumbled, if there were going to be a nice selection of cheeses there ...

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Some time later Rue stepped

Some time later Rue stepped out of Johan's trading post contently. She was holding a brandnew bow and some arrows in her hand und Gothic hurried to fly down to the sea to look at his reflection. He was wearing a shiny sleek saddle that not only looked pretty cool at him, Rue had to admit, but also seemed to be almost unbreakable. Rue laughed seeing him wiggle proudly around the shore, turning his head and his body and growling happily. "Come back up, big boy, I wanna see what's going on over there..." Rue yelled down to him. She needed to find a new way how she could call him when he was farther away - something that would work especially...

 

Rue had not known about the big feast that was about to happen at the school this evening. Living in Berk sometimes kept her away from the action and the news. She would have dressed up a bit more if she had known and she would have brought something to eat - but maybe her clanmates would be there so she decided to stay. When she was at the entrance to the Great hall she heard Gothic's wings flap behind her. "There you are" she said smiling. "I wanna stay for the feast, why don't you go over to the hills for a nap while I'll be here?" Having Gothic with her inside the building didn't seem like a good idea to her and having him wait outside the door was too risky, too. He might run into Toothless or get into a fight with some other dragons. But then Rue got distracted for a moment "...oh look, there's Mariella!" Before she could wave at the young woman that was sitting alone on a table close to the entrance, Gothic hurried towards her. "Gothic, wait. Where are you..." She had never heared him make such chirrup sounds before. He was rushing over to Mar who seemed startled by the big Whispering Death wiggeling excitedly around her seat. He pushed Jasper to the side who started to growl and wanted to protect his rider. Rue ran over to stop a disaster from happening. "I'm sorry, Mar. This is Gothic. Gothic, back off! What's with you? ...ohhhh, is that a baby Whispering death??" Rue's eyes got bigger and she stood next to Gothic who was now almost completely surrounding Mariella, looking at the tiny dragon that was sitting in a bag  and looked up to Gothic curiously and a bit frightened. Rue had never seen Gothic like this, he was affectionatley clapping his front teeth and made gentle purring noises. The baby dragon was so cute. It had huge white eyes and was wearing a rosemary crown on the head.

"Hello little one." Rue spoke softly and then asked Mariella "Did you get it from the treasure chest? Is it a he or a she? ohhhh, it's so cute..." Only then she realized Mar might not feel too comfortable being surrounded so close by her and especially her spikey adult Whispering death. She laid her hand on Gothics back. "Give them some space, so everyone can calm down. Jasper isn't used to big dragons with huge teeth surrounding Mariella like that either." Unwilling and still purring, Gothic wiggled back 1 or 2 meters but without stopping looking at the little one.

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Baby's first day

((Tallyra, the screaming death is actually mine and not Rue’s. It’s okay I keep skipping to everyone’s character sheets too because I forget who has which dragon lmao. Also, hopefully Hiccup doesn’t mind me using his middle name. I used to have a Screaming Death named Horrendous on and old account, and it was my favorite little baby, so I figured I’d bring him back into my life. :’)

 

Also, wow, fourteen new (or edited) posts, I have a lot of catching up to do! ))

 

Herze and Valkor crowded around Horrendous to make sure he wouldn’t take off, but they hadn’t accounted for the digging. Herze groaned as Horrendous, yet again, disappeared into the ground. They’d have to spend an afternoon filling all the holes. 

 

Valkor could easily track the young dragon with his heat vision and took off after him, with Herze a short way behind. Valkor roared and Horrendous popped up again, giving them a big goofy smile. 

 

“You can’t keep doing that, Horrendous! I get that caving is your thing, but here on Berk, people don’t usually take well to tripping over or falling into caves!” She scolded the young dragon. Horrendous hissed at them and went back to digging. Both Herze and Valkor groaned in unison. “Do you think we should get him a leash?” Valkor snickered at the suggestion.

 

They lazily walked the path Horrendous set, which, thankfully, was in the right direction, when Herze noticed a new poster on the announcement board. Now that she thought about it, she’d seen posters being hung all over today. “Can you get Horrendous? I’m just going to see what this is about.” She mumbled at Valkor, who complied. 

 

Herze jogged to the poster and read it over. It was announcing a celebratory feast at the Great Hall. There was a fine print below it, asking for donations and volunteers to help Berk. She heard Valkor coming back and looked over at him. He was carrying an energetically wriggling Horrendous between his teeth and Herze smiled. “That works.”

 

“Hey, listen.” She tried to get Valkor’s attention. “There’s a celebration tonight at the Great Hall, you wanna go?” Valkor shook his head, forgetting Horrendous, who had no choice but to shake along. Herze giggled a bit at the sight, Horrendous looked so offended. “That’s alright, you can rest up at home. I’m planning on going, though. I’ll take Horrendous with me so you don’t have to baby sit this little monstrosity.” 

 

Valkor shrugged and kept walking, with Herze in tow. When they reached Brasa’s home- or at least the place Herze vaguely remembers Brasa mentioning she lived- they found it to be empty. “Must’ve already headed out.” Herze mumbled. “Let’s just go home. I can prepare for the party, and you can get comfortable. You excited, Horrendous? You get to see where you live!” She addressed Horrendous in the voice people normally use for baby animals, without even thinking about it. She cleared her throat and made a mental note to not do that again. 

 

Flying would get them places a lot quicker, so Herze jumped on Valkor and they took off.

 

Some time later, Valkor touched ground on their flight deck and released Horrendous to ravage the place. And he did, the young dragon was curious about anything and everything. Herze figured he’d be entertained for a while and used the time to get some proper party apparel. What she was currently wearing felt a little too boring for her tastes and a little too hazardous for a night accompanied by Horrendous. 

 

She pulled out some metal and leather shoulder protectors and draped them over the white flowy shirt she had on. She braided her hair into a knot and added some flowers and decorations she had lying about into it. Next, she abandoned the animal hide skirt for a more durable leather, layered and decorated one. She added a pair of fitting forearm protectors, upper arm cuffs and heavy boots. To top it off, she grinded some white chalk into dust, added a liquid and used it to paint her arms, neck and face. She deemed it both stylish and ready to deal with the wriggling mess of spikes.

 

She entered back into the common room to find Valkor draped on the flight deck with Horrendous curled up next to him. Once the younger dragon saw her, he immediately sprung back into action. Valkor, however, opted to just blink lazily at her and wag his tail. 

 

“Alrighty, then. We’re heading out, Valkor.” She smiles as she walks over and rubs the top of his head. “Don’t go icing the place in.”

 

With that, she carefully picked up Horrendous and placed him on her shoulder, so he wouldn’t disappear into a self created hole again. Once the baby dragon was settled and not seemingly trying to injury her, she walked out to the Great Hall.

 

((Hey, Brasa! I guess Herze won’t be stopping by after all lmao. Sorry about that, but it was hard trying to get that to happen in the current time line with so many already at, or leaving for the party. Rain check?))

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Breakfast in barn

((Forgot to highlight some text that made it more clear that Eslig is indeed coming to the feast. Sorry for any confusion))

 

Eslig awoke early in the morning, still tired after a night of fitful sleeping. The baby Nadder gurgled and whined hungrily, and Ambolt shifted as the tiny dragon began pestering him for food. Eslig heard the pink Nadder's stomach rumble, and he gently pushed away Ambolt's enveloping wing. Time to find some food.

 

Since his house had burned to the ground, Eslig decided to search the barn. It was the only structure left after the destruction of the house, and while he didn't farm often he did have a few animals. He grunted as he pushed open the heavy wooden doors, aided by Ambolt's tail. The three chickens squawked in alarm as the baby Nadder rushed in, excitedly exploring this new place. Eslig was glad to see that they still had some food and water, but he topped off their victuals in exchange for a dozen eggs. Ambolt watched in amusement as the baby Nadder ate his first chicken egg, yolk running down its chin. Ambolt pateintly taught the young Nadder to how to swallow them whole. Eslig sheared the sheep and made sure they had food and water for at least a couple more days. With all the animals (and dragons) fed, Eslig began looking for food for himself. There was no (edible) food in the barn, so after cleaning out the rotten vegetables he found a couple apples on the apple tree and called that his breakfast.

With their food problem solved, Eslig began surveying the damage of last night's attack. The small two-story house had comepletely burned down, leaving just the stone foundation behind. It looked like nothing had survived the fire, and Eslig figured that they would be sleeping in the barn for quite a while. It would take time to trade enough farm produce to consider building another house. Caught up in his thoughts, Eslig almost didn't notice Ambolt sniffing at the treasure chest that was still strapped to his saddle. "I'd forgotten about that!" admitted Eslig. "Let's open it up."

Both Nadders watched curiously as Eslig opened the chest. Inside, buried in a small fortune in gems, was a brown Hunter's vest. It was tough yet flexible, with several sheaths for knives. Eslig made a note to fashion knives out of a few of Ambolt's extra spines later. He didn't like fighting, but he could defend himself if need be. Besides, knives were useful for more than just combat.

 

The baby Nadder seemed disappointed that there wasn't any food, but he did seem enamored with a name engraved on the inside of the chest. "Septimus" Eslig read, and the Nadder squeaked in response. "Do you want that to be your name?" With an excited roar, the tiny dragon agreed. "Septimus it is!" smiled Eslig. He struggled into the armor and strapped the chest full of gems back on Ambolt's saddle. The chest contained more than enough gems to build a new living space for the three of them. "Let's head back into Berk. Before we left yesterday I heard something about a celebratory feast! While we are there, perhaps we can find someone who knows a bit about building houses." Septimus scrambled up onto Ambolt's head and chirped in agreement. Eslig decided to walk alongside Ambolt, and together the threesome made their way back into town. 

 

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Rosemary Meet Another Whispering Death (Day 4, Victory Feast)

Mariella was peacefully rubbing Rosemary's forehead between her spikes, just relaxing and listening to music and chatter in the School's Great Hall. Jasper was napping behind Mariella with his chest heaving gently, snoring occasionlly. Phlegma was right, Mariella thought. This is just what I needed. This is what we all need right now. 

 

Out of the blue, Mar heard a strange chirruping sound that was growing rapidly closer. She turned around in her seat and was started to see a great purple whispering death hovering over her uncomfortably close, nearly looking her right in the eye. "Oh!" she cried out in surprise, grabbing Rosemary and her backpack close. Jasper, who was poked and pushed away by the whisper's spiny body woke up with a pained bark and growled protectively, worried for his trainer and new sister.  He was getting more and more agitated as the Whispering Death leaned in closer to baby Rosemary, but looked to Mar for orders.

 

She wasn't sure, but it seemed as though the purple Whisper was trying to be friendly. "Um, hello there?" she half greeted, half questioned, wondering where his trainer was. Poor little Rosemary was hiding in the backpack, peeking over the edge with her huge eyes. Mar just didn't know what to expect from Whispering Death, as they were not widely trained in the school Hiccup never recorded anything about how to train one. Her heart raced now that the whisper's spines were only inches away. She hoped that Whispering Death weren't as wild and erratic as they looked. 

 

To Mariella's great relief, Rue came running to the rescue and called off the spiky dragon, quickly apologizing before she was drawn in by Rosemary's big baby eyes. "I'm sorry, Mar. This is Gothic. Gothic, back off! What's with you? ...ohhhh, is that a baby Whispering death??" Rue asked as she leaned in, causing baby Rosemary to retreat back into the backpack. "Hello little one," Rue greeted her softly. Gothic began clapping his front teeth together and slowly Rosemary rose back up and began imitating the behavior. "Did you get it from the treasure chest? Is it a he or a she? Ohhhh, it's so cute..."

 

"Hi Rue!" Mariella greeted her thankfully. "Why yes, this little girl is Rosemary. She hatched just this morning and nearly burned the Commons down," she joked. "I guess I should have checked my crate before I went to sleep," Mar admitted sheepishly, and gave the baby a rub on her cheek. "She's the cutest little thing though."  

 

Jasper eased back down onto the floor once Rue had Gothic back up. He kept one eye open to watch the other dragon in case he caused trouble. Mariella relaxed a bit too, for she was glad to have some elbow room. Rosemary and Gothic seemed to have their gazes locked as they clicked back and forth, humming and chirruping. She fluttered her wings, bouncing about in the bag until she finally flew right out and landed on the table., squeaking in surprise at her own feat. "Woah! Haha! So it's true that Whispering Death can fly right from birth," Mariella laughed with amazement.

 

"So that's your Whispering Death, huh?" Mariella asked, gesturing to Gothic. "He's quite a handsome fella. Any advice for a new Whispering Death Trainer?" she inquired, looking first at Rue and then to the big-eyed hatchling before her.  "Oh, and you can sit down if you like."  Mar offered with a smile and slight blush, embarrassed by her own rudeness.

 

 

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Whisper talk

((Eslig, I feel sorry that your charakter's house burnt to the ground. As you are coming to the feast anyway, maybe we all can talk about it, look for possible solutions and help you with that.))

 

Rue was watching the two Whispering Deaths with a big smile. The little Rosemary had now come out of the bag and was sitting on the table, talking to Gothic and imitating his behavior. This was incredible!

"So that's your Whispering Death, huh?" Mariella asked, gesturing to Gothic. "He's quite a handsome fella. Any advice for a new Whispering Death Trainer?" she inquired, looking first at Rue and then to the big-eyed hatchling before her.  "Oh, and you can sit down if you like."

Rue made her way around the table to the empty seat opposite to where Mar was sitting. Like that she could have Gothic stay next to her without him getting too close again to Jasper, Mariella and the baby dragon. When she passed the Gronckle, she saw that one of Gothics spikes lay on the floor. He must have hit Jasper accidentally when he had pushed him aside. Worried, Rue kneeled down and took a closer look at the Gronckle but he was not hurt, his strong skin didn't even have a scratch. Rue breathed a little sigh of relieve."I'm sorry, Jasper. Gothic is not used to be very considerate towards other dragons yet..."

Sitting down opposite from her, Rue thought about how to answer Mariella's question. Seeing Gothic act that gentle made her so happy but seeing his spike on the floor next to Jasper had reminded her that she wasn't comfortable having him inside the building. What should she do? Gothic didn't seem like he would want to leave Rosemary and while the two were playing and chirruping he was calm so maybe she could let him stay for a while...

"Well... It's so cute to see them like that. Gothic has grown up all by himself and he's more like a lone wolf when it comes to socializing with other dragons. I'm so happy to see him like that." Lowering her voice so Gothic wouldn't hear, her she continued "He can be trouble...  I usually don't bring him to social gatherings or into the village that often because he always breaks something. He's had a rough childhood growing up alone and trying to survive, so he can be very headstrong and gets into fights with other dragons every now and then. We've come a long way in training but we still have a very long way to go...

But he's the only Whisper I know well, so I actually don't know what training a Whispering death usually is like... Gothic loves to tunnel through the ground, he loves Halibut and he doesn't like Toothless. But besides his moods he is an excellent flyer during night. Whispering deaths have poor vision but because of their ability to live underground they have pretty good eyesight when it's dark." ((Don't know if that's true but I figured it makes sense :-)) Rue whatched Rosemary who was now flapping her tiny wings and was hovering around six inches over the table. "I'm curious about how your little Whisper will turn out to be." She smiled at Mariella. "How is it going with her? Have you already discovered what she likes and what she dislikes?"

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((Yes, I agree with Rue. I

((Yes, I agree with Rue. I was hoping Eslig could show up so we could all help somehow with rebuilding... Either making a house for Eslig, or a Club/Clan house for Earthguard members, or at the very least Mar could invite him to the Commons...))

 

Mariella was intently listening as Rue spoke, nodding and 'mhmming' and 'ahuhing' now and then. She was grateful for any advice and information should could get. Mar knew that Jasper was no typical dragon because he was unusually well behaved and obedient even for a Gronckle. She worried that her new Whispering Death, Rosemary, may be a bit more of a handful than he ever was.

 

Rue's Whispering Death, Gothic, had a difficult past. It sounded as if it may have contributed to his current trouble-making behavior, but Rue couldn't know for sure because he was the only Whisper she got to know. From the stories Mariella heard, Whispering Death seemed to be on the wild and aggressive side and even Hiccup had trouble calming them. Groups of them had torn up Berk after the Outcasts left a crate of eggs there, and one had tried to kill Toothless possibly Gothic?) because of a grudge, and Alvin the Treacherous was said to have trained a Whispering Death.

 

"I'm curious about how your little Whisper will turn out to be." Rue said once she was done speaking about Gothic. She smiled at Mariella. "How is it going with her? Have you already discovered what she likes and what she dislikes?"

 

Mariella thought a moment, then replied, "In the few hours that I've known her, I've noticed a few things. LIke... she hasn't tried to burrow, at least not yet," she began, picking up the nibbled carrot from the table and turning it around in her hands. "Rosemary has also refused to eat raw or cooked fish, and any kind of rock or mineral I've offered her. But, she seems to lke root vegetables like carrots... I'm not sure if this is a phase all Whispers go through, or if it is just her quirk. I'm hoping there will be some lamb, beef, yak, or chicken tonight. Maybe she'll like a different kind of meat." Mar looked back to Rosemary, who bouncing, clicking and squeaking, flapping her little wings about. The sight made her happy and sad at the same time. "She's also been shy with me and Jasper, but is really is taking to Gothic. I hope in the next few days she'll get used to us and be happy with us. I don't want to give her up, but what if she'd be happier in the wild with other Whispering Death?" Mariella worried, her voice breaking up as she spoke.

 

Just then, Mariella thought she heard familar voices entering the School's Great Hall. She turned behind her and saw Herze and Brasa walking in. "Hi Herze! Hey Brasa!" Mariella called out, waving and forcing a smile to her face. "Rue and I are over here if you'd like to sit with us."  She hoped that spending time with all her friends would help cheer her up. At the very least, she was happy to see that they were looking better.

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As luck would have it, she

As luck would have it, she spotted the blue haired viking she was looking for earlier just about to enter the Great Hall. Music, singing and laughter came from the building, all too loud for Brasa to hear her calling out, so she decided to run the last bit, catching up with the healer in the doorstep.

 

“Hey, Brasa!” She smiled. “I was trying to find you earlier! I was wondering if maybe you could have a look at Valkor later, see how he’s doing? Oh, and this little fella.” She shouted over the music, rubbing Horrendous over his nose. The dragon shyed away from her touch a little, but didn’t seem to mind it all too much. She probably just shocked him a bit. She wonders if she made the right call taking a newly hatched dragon to a celebratory feast. Eh, he’s gotta get used to this one way or another, she thought, might as well make it sooner rather than later. 

 

“I just got him, from the treasure I received. His name is Horrendous. I just want to know if he’s a healthy little worm.” She explained. “‘Course it can wait until after the celebration.”

 

"Hi Herze! Hey Brasa!” Herze whipped her head around at the mention of her name, spotting Mariella and Rubinesse already seated at a table. They were accompanied by two Whispering Deaths and Herze remembers something in the books she read, something about Whispers and Screamings getting along especially well. Well then, seem like I made the right call bringing him along after all. Horrendous seemed to notice the other dragons as well, as he started wriggling and flailing, trying to get to the ground and join them. He rumbled and squeaked at the Whispering Deaths, throwing Herze a bit off balance in his efforts. “Woah there, easy buddy. We’ll get to that."

 

"Rue and I are over here if you'd like to sit with us.” Mariella says, waving them over. Herze smiled at them and looked back at Brasa, pointing a thumb over her shoulder and raising her eyebrows in a questioning manner. “Shall we?” She asked, already slowly walking backwards towards the others, half on her own account and half on the dragon excitedly forcing her to get closer to them.

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Really long again.

Sammie drifted through the Ice Caves on soft, quiet wings, taking in the scenery: they had not been back for some time, and they had forgotten quite how striking and unique the place was. Green lichen grew in the steam from the geothermal springs: gigantic ferns big enough to hide a dragon sprouted from cracks in the rocks.

 

Sammie accelerated and they dived under rock arches and swooped over ice floes, twisting and spiralling joyously, Tally half-clinging, half pressed to her back by sheer speed. All of a sudden, she pulled up short. A group of angular dragons in shades of ice fluttered in formation, blocking her path, mouths open to reveal jagged white teeth. The faint light glinted off their hides.Sammie flipped over (she'd been flying upside-down) and hovered before them.

 

"Oh, hello, you lot. Where's Tiffany?" Tally said cheerfully. A greenish-and-purple Groncicle fluttered up and over the pack and hovered beside Tally and Sammie. Tally leaned over Sammie's head and gently rested a hand on the Tiffany's chin: she rumbled a greeting, backed away and flew off, and the Groncicles dispersed.

 

"They're more nervous since they had their eggs taken" she remarked to Sammie as they descended. Sammie landed on the icy shelf at the entrance and Tally scooped up her pack. She went to pick it up, but Sammie rumbled and she looked up. The wall of Groncicles had returned.

 

"One more thing, eh?" she said, grinning, and, opening her pack, dug out the first box of eggs. She'd judged it about right: one for each Groncicle, even the couple of babies that hadn't been there last time - they made happy little gurgles as they crunched the eggs - and just one left for Sammie, who got jealous if she wasn't included.

 

The Groncicles trundled off back to their icy beds, and Tally was finally free to wander through the icy halls to the second set of caves, where she found what looked like a pile of furs topped with a silly hat and a sketchpad settled in front of the wall-paintings. She wandered over to the fire pit - which had burnt down to nearly nothing - put down her pack, picked up a few frosty pine logs, some sticks and kindling, and built a fire. Sammie watched curiously, wandered over to sniff the pile of furs, sniffed at a few other scattered objects and ambled back just in time to light the fire with a jet of flame that dried the logs, practically vapourised the kindling and set the sticks merrily aflame in moments.

 

Tally and Sammie wandered round the ruins while the fire burned down. When it was mostly hot coals, Tally unloaded a frying-pan, eggs, a small cloth-wrapped lump of yak-butter and some slightly squashed bread from her pack. She cut rough slices off the bread, then broke the eggs into a stone bowl she'd borrowed from the ruins. She mixed the yolks and white and soaked the bread in the eggs, then dropped a bit of the yak butter in the pan and fried the eggy bread in the butter.

 

As the smell started to waft around the chamber - Sammie started to look very interested - the heap of furs in the silly hat stirred.

 

"I thought it was getting warmer", Skulder said, looking round. He unfolded, turning into a human being as he stood, and ambled over, just as the first piece of fried bread was ready. Tally smiled and handed it to him.

"When did you run out of food?" she asked, frying a second piece of bread.

"O ye of little faith! I've got... oh, there's some salt fish here somewhere..." His own pack was stowed by one of the stone benches; he started digging through it.

Tally, grinning, unloaded the rest of the eggs, some salt fish, the vegetables and the socks. "Maybe this will help tide you over till you find it? If it gets really bad, you could even eat the socks!"

"Thanks" he said, a bit sheepishly. "What brings you two out this way?"

Sammie purred at being acknowledged and trotted over, demanding to be cuddled and fussed. The archaeologist was no longer timid around the little Stormcutter - though Tally had brought her rather than the more patient, but bigger and spikier Agnes, on purpose.

 

Tally pulled the weird stone in its wrappings out of her bag and handed it over. Skulder unwrapped it, studied it and then began to root through his own pack.

"How's Muddie?" Tally asked.

"He's been following me all over the place. Even back to Melody Island." Skulder's voice was slightly muffled from the depths of his pack, which was even bigger than the one Tally habitually lugged around. "I persuaded him to stay on Mudraker Island for now, though, I thought this might be too cold for him."

"You haven't..."

"No. It's just... well, I just... I don't know..."

"You'll get there. You just need to learn to trust him", Tally said, as Sammie leaned over and tried to steal the piece of fried bread from the pan. "Not helping, Sammie" she said as she swiped it from under the Stormcutter's nose.

 

She handed Skulder the second piece of bread and watched as it disappeared into the backpack, to be eaten while he rummaged. She started frying another slice for herself.

"Do you ever measure the layers of crumbs and lint in there to find out how old the stuff at the bottom is?" Tally asked, before taking a bite of the slice of bread.

He pulled his head out of the bag and stared at her. "Was that an archaeology joke? I might be able to teach you something yet!" He grinned. "Found the scroll I was looking for. Here. It's a copy of something on one of the Dragon Eye lenses, before..." He grimaced. Tally knew he was as upset about the loss of the artefact to the Dragon Hunters as Hiccup, although for slightly different reasons. She fried the next slice of bread and gave it to him as a small consolation.

 

He opened the scroll and showed her. "Look, the central symbol is the coiled dragon that's on the rock here. There's what looks like a map, and these runes... I don't know what it means, though."

"Well, if you can't read them... I'm no use at all. Maybe Fishlegs..." Tally started, but he said "Oh, I can read them, I just didn't understand what they said. It says that when the time is right, two-score-and-ten runes should be given to the Pool of Fire on the Isle of Titans and the dragon's final form will be seen... these things are usually a bit less mysterious than that."

 

Tally dropped the last slice of bread into the pan. "Well, a Titan dragon is a very big, usually very old dragon, so I guess the Isle of Titans is for those?"

"Oh, I was thinking of the Greek myths! I wondered why they were mentioned on a Viking artefact. Maybe there's some kind of dragon graveyard there? You know, where they go to... um.. retire." he hazarded a guess, glancing at Sammie, who had found the eggy stone bowl and was happily licking it clean. Tally chewed thoughtfully on the bread for a moment.

"Maybe. Or maybe it's like the Hatchery at the School, somewhere they go to help them grow?" she suggested. "But where would these stones come into it?"

"I don't know", he said, "but it might be fun to find out! Do you have fifty of these stones?"

"No, only ten", Tally replied, thinking of Ellen's disappointment. "And how would we find out, anyway?"

"Because", he replied, grinning from ear to ear and pointing at part of the drawing, "this bit is a map!"

 

Tally peered more closely at the drawings on the scroll. Sure enough, there was the outline of an island. Her heart skipped a little with excitement, but she felt, somehow, that now was not the time.

"Tempting as it is to go tearing off on an adventure, I have joined a clan! I think there was some thing or other on at the Great Hall, so I had better head back tomorrow and make sure I haven't missed anything important. Besides I don't have enough stones yet for... whatever is supposed to happen," she said.

"A clan... Oh. I thought you weren't into that kind of thing?" He seemed surprised. Tally didn't blame him. He was... had been... one of the few human beings in the world she got on well with.

"This one is different. Not all about competition. Just... being friends and standing up for what you believe in," she explained. "And none of them were scared of Agnes", she added as an afterthought. "Maybe you could join!" she said brightly.

"Oh, I, ah... I'm not... I don't really..."

"You don't have any ties to Berk, and you don't really want them, and it would be too big a commitment when you go off exploring everywhere all the time. It's OK, I get it," Tally smiled, a little disappointed nevertheless.

 

Sammie yawned and stretched: a huge hint. Tally nodded. "You're right, Sammie. It is getting late. I should probably go early in the morning."

He nodded. "I've been sketching for hours, my eyes are tired. I've only just noticed..."

They threw more logs on the fire and Sammie set it going again: the caves might be warmer than outside but they were still cold. Skulder drew a couple of stone benches as close to the fire as he could and bedded down on those: Sammie swept a patch of rock bare with her tail and she curled up there, sheltering Tally under her wing.

"Night", Tally called out, getting a muffled "night" in return.

 

((Herze - Whoops. Sorry. Thanks for being nice about it XD

I hope this isn't way too much "NPC" interaction - I promise not to do it very often, and I guess Tally could have gone to Fishlegs but the team are busy. Plus my idea is that, pre-Earthguard, Skulder the Archaeologist is one of the few people who can put up with Tally for any length of time, and therefore she considers him a friend. I'm fond of this character as I have an archaeology degree myself IRL XD

And I plan to rejoin you all by flying back via Healer's Island "tomorrow", if that's OK!))

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((Silly question - are we at

((Silly question - are we at the School Hall or the Berk Hall?))

 

Brasa, Fern, and Clintonia landed a bit back from the festivities, where there was ample room. Brasa slid off, but Fern stayed on. Much easier to stay on Clintonia's back than for a little dragon to wade through the throng of people and dragons. They made their way toward the Hall. There was a group playing music and some singers, dancing, a variety of meat - yak and chicken and rabbit and fish and deer - roasting on the big fire pits in the center. Huge platters of breads and fruits and veggies and yes! Cheese lined the centers of the long tables. There were casks of ale and beer and mead dotted all over.  Laughter was booming out from various groupings, and sometimes a heated Viking argument. A few arm wrestling matches. Perhaps later a fight or two would break out suddenly, then dissapate in a round of drinks and guffaws. The smaller dragons like Terrible Terrors, juveniles, and some of the smaller Smokebreaths and Night Terrors flitted and fidgeted amongst the eaves, and plotted how to steal some meat.

  Brasa and her two dragons reached the Hall threshold. Fern looked about a chirped, a moment before Brasa heard her name being called. The blonde girl - Herze? - Brasa had to think a moment. Yes, Herze with the Snow Wraith Valkor. Herze was making her way toward Brasa, trying not to run into any of the celebrating vikings.

“Hey, Brasa! I was trying to find you earlier! I was wondering if maybe you could have a look at Valkor later, see how he’s doing? Oh, and this little fella.” Herze motioned to a tiny-wing Screamer, with red tipped spikes beside her.

“I just got him, from the treasure I received. His name is Horrendous. I just want to know if he’s a healthy little worm. ‘Course it can wait until after the celebration.”

Brasa strained to hear exactly what Herze said - asking for her to check out her dragons, she thought. Clintonia an Fern peered down at the wiggling mass of teeth and spikes and rumbled uncertainly. They had no issues with Whispers or Screamers, but even among dragons, some were more cuddly than others.

It seemed as though Mariella and Rue were here and were saying something and motioning Herze and herself over to a table they claimed, along with their dragons. Herze motioned that she was heading over. Brasa started over to the table as well, but stopped to get a tankard of mead and a plate stacked with roast yak and assorted roasted fish, the latter being for the dragons to nibble on. By Freya's good fortune, the table at which her clansmen sat had a large plate of a good selection of hard and semi-soft cheeses, right in the middle. Now this was a party - comrades, drink, and good food.

Brasa made it to the table and set her dishes down with a smile. "Heyall!" Fern fluttered down onto the bench beside her and Clintonia rubbed her head on Jasper's side in greeting. To the adult purple Whisper she murmured a greeting rumble and held her nose out for a sniff. The Whisper clacked his teeth and leaned forward, also sniffing. This seemed to be enough, and the two settled in their spots, introduced but with just a touch of dragon awkwardness.

 

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My game is so annoying when i

My game is so annoying when i try the screenshots. It glitches, then i have to restart the computer and i have to work on this all over again! But yay, now im doing it!

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Name: Nihtclaw

Nicknames/Title: The Death Whisperer

Gender: Female

Age: about 12 years

Residence: A cave hidden in the school

Personality: Private and mysterious. Prefers to be alone, but would gladly help anyone that has a good reason for her help to do so.

History: Grew up in berk, happy and attended the school of dragons. She disguised herself to make her more mysterious, not wanting attention.

Appearance: Covered in white clothing, see image.

Do you want to reserve a color for your Viking? If Yes, what color?

I think This is good.

 

Dragon:.

Name: Darkcloak

Gender: Female

Species: Deadly Nadder

Age: 4 years

Personality: Friendly and playful, skilled with the spikes though she often dosen't use it.

History: One of the earlier Deadly nadder eggs that arrived at the school, raised by Nihtclaw.

Appearance: Black nadder with white spikes and horn, yellow eyes, white stripes on tail, a white lower jaw and tummy, and a faded white on the wing tips.

Name: Chopper

Gender: Male

Species: Whispering Death

Age: 4 years(but a few weeks younger than Darkcloak)

Personality: Aggresive, and bumps into things due to the fact whispering deaths are blind. 

History: One of the Whispering Death eggs found in the burrow in Berk. Raised by Nihtclaw

 

Appearance: Like the whispering deaths that appeared in the TV show. Don't mistaken for the white Screaming Death.

 

Pet:.

Name: Grub

Gender: Male

Species: Smothering Smokebreath

Age: Unknown, but probably 10 years old considering the fact he acheived titan form. Found abandoned at about 7 years old

Personality: Very disobedient, skilled hunter, and likes to do things his own way. Stays with Nihtclaw because he likes to tag along, and a very good scout, fighter, and watch during those times he listens for once.

Appearance: A titan smothering smokebreath.

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Whispering and Screaming Deaths forever! I ironically don't have a screaming death in the game...

#TEAMMYSTIC POKEMON GO(Credit to Krystal)

In my imagination:

- I am a warrior cat of Windclan

- I am a student at Hogwarts(or Ilvernmorny)

- I am a dragon

But i turns out this is all just my imagination, for I am a pure human who dreams.

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Nihtclaw was within her cave, hidden high up somewhere in the school. She was taking advantage of the waterfall covering the entrance of the cave, with plenty of fish squirming in it. Nihtclaw grabbed her fishing rod and started fishing. A few minutes later, Grub, her titan Smothering Smokebreath, came rambling out and was fishing with her, speeding up the process. "Thanks, Grub." Nihtclaw said, but Grub, as usual, ignored her and continued fishing and finished the bucket load with a huge salmon, cut on it's side, by Grub's sharp thorns on his tail. She carried the bucket inside and journeyed into the tunnel. It was made by Chopper, Nihtclaw's most trusted Whispering Death, and therefore created a stable, but with the a few doors missing. Nihtclaw had to scavenge these due to the fact she disliked lots of attention. She dumped a bit of fish into each of the three fish boxes, and refilled the water boxes. Darkcloak, her Deadly Nadder, gulped a few fishes down. Chopper ate all the fish in the box with a gulp, then with a whirr with his teeth, they were chopped up, and he gulped it down. Grub went on his special perch(because he is a small dragon) and ate the fish in his box. Nihtclaw kept Grub's big salmon and went back to the main room to start cooking. She took a dry branch and lit it with a fire in the tunnel to keep it bright enough to see. She laid a few other branches in a pile, and they began to burn. Suddenly, a thunk went outside. Nihtclaw looked out and saw a Terrible Terror screeching, and flying away. It's message is rolling close to the water, but before it touched the water, Nihtclaw grabbed it. Looks like this Terror had been traveling many miles, and gave up. Nihtclaw cut her salmon head off(she didn't particularly like the heads anyway) and gave it to the Terror who grabbed it and flew away. Nihtclaw opened it up and saw the Earthguard poster. She didn't really like the thought of joining a clan, for she preferred to be alone, and that she doesn't know if the clan is appreciative of her "anti-social" nature. Nihtclaw took a look at it and decided that maybe she could join. They must appreciate nature as much as she did like the poster said, so Nihtclaw got her saddle and fitted it on Chopper. Chopper opened his mouth aggressively and whirled his teeth around. Nihtclaw rubbed his forehead to announce that it was Nihtclaw, and closed his mouth, meaning he calmed down. Nihtclaw fitted the saddle, and moved the spike used to tell what he should do, and they flew off to find Mar.

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Another Hatchling (Day 4, Victory Celebration)

((Brasa: I went back and read your posts again- sorry I didn't realize you were at Berk! The festivities are at the School's Great Hall/ School Hall. It was announced this morning by the Headmaster. Sorry I wasn't clear. We'll just ignore the inconsistency. XD

Tallyra: Your use of the NPC Skulder was wonderful and very much in character. It's perfectly fine to use NPCs as long as you don't make them do anything wildly out of character (or do anything romancy without prior permission). Like how I used Phlegma earlier. Akso look forward to "tomorrow's" herb harvesting!

Nihtclaw, Twistedclaw, Rose, Eslig: Feel free to join at the School's Great Hall for the party. We'll find a way to fit you in! ))

 

A white blur came out of nowhere, seemingly heading straight for Mariella. She flinched automatically, protecting herself with her arm and closing her eyes, but was only hit with a small breeze. "Oh! What was that?" Mariella asked wide-eyed with shock. She glanced around and was surprised to find a little Screaming Death face to face with her dear Rosemary.  The two dragons sniffed each other, chirruping and squeaking in the most endearing way. 

 

"Aw, how cute! Who's little one is this?" Mar inquired, looking at the sweetly terrifying Screamer. "I guess I'm not the only one who got a hatchling from the battle... The Outcasts must be up to their old tricks again.*" she suggested. Perhaps they wanted to plant more Whispering Death and Screaming Death eggs so that the hatchlings would destroy the School. Maybe everything was nothing but a distraction--But from what? She shook her head to clear the thoughts away. She figured she should just relax and ejoy the time she had with her friends, new and old. Even just seeing the two dragons bouncing and fluttering around, making their silly little sounds, was enough to put a smile on her face.

 

Lady Brasa was her with her Shovelhelm, Clintonia. The colorful dragon went over and rubbed Jasper on his side, and he in turn affectionately nuzzled her and rumbled deeply. Valkor surprisingly wasn't with Herze. Mariella figured he must be at home resting. Could the new Screamer belong to her?

 

Brasa came over to the table carrying a few plates and a tankard of mead. Mar's stomach growled at the sight. "Oh, I just realized that they brought out the food! Here it is all around me and I'm starving, haha!" she laughed, picking up an empty plate and filling it with food. That was another think Mar meant to work on: her observation skills. Sometimes when she's focusing on someone or something everything else gets tuned out.

 

Once the plate was full of tidbits of every kind of meat on the table, she placed the plate in front of Rosemary. The little purple whisper took a suspicious sniff then turned up her nose. "Nothing, really?" Mariella asked the baby with a frown. She took the plate back and loaded it up with a little more of everything then set the plate down behind her for Jasper. He grunted and smiled in thanks before gently nudged the plate towards Clintonia, as if to offer her some. 

 

Mar scanned the table but couldn't find many vegetables in reaching distance, and the ones that were, were honey glazed, buttered, or covered in cheese. They were all perfectly delicious to Mariella, but they didn't seem to interest Rosemary. Right before giving up Mariella saw something brown and oddly round and shiny hidden behind a roast turkey. Curious, Mariella grabbed the plate and took a closer look. Mushrooms! Bleh! Mariella thought in disgust and went to put them back. But then, she noticed Rosemary was following the plate, her eyes and body moving to follow its direction.  "Oh, you want to try some, huh?" she asked, and the baby's eyes grew wider. Mar plopped a few of the brown and white mushrooms on a plate and placed it before her. One by one, the baby sucked up the mushrooms and ground them to bits, then squeaked in delight. Mariella shook her head and smiled. "You're an odd one, aren't you?" 

 

With her dragons fed, Mar finally put together a plate for herself. She decided to have bit of lamb, some buttered vegetables, and a little bit of cheese and bread. There were plenty of ales around, but Mariella didn't care much for alcohol. Instead she opted for fresh apple cider-- one of her favorite drinks. 

 

The music was still going on strong, and many Vikings had gathered up front to dance. The whole room hummed with happy chatter and the thumping of feet. The lighting was dim, lit only by candles and the warm glow of the fire pits, but it was comforting. It was so great to be united with her friends, and she hoped that Tally, Eslig, and Namikah would come by too. 

 

"So how's everybody faring so far?" Maiella asked once everybody was seated and had relaxed with their dinner. They all seemed to be doing better after the battle, but she could never be sure. "I still can't believe how amazing you all were yesterday. You should have heard the Headmaster talk about us this morning! He was so proud." she explained, beaming. "But even so, I think we should take it easy a few weeks, maybe even months. I was thinking of some great things we could do for Berk and the School even injured as we are," she began. "We could replant trees at the edge of the Training Ground, help clean up the bay, search the Training Grounds and surrounded wilderness for wild dragons injured by the battle--there's lots we could do." she suggested, looking face to face. "I mean, if you all still want to be a part of Earthguard. After yesterday, I would understand if you changed your mind," Mariella added guiltily and smiling nervously. The last thing she ever wanted was to force them into something they didn't want to do, or weren't ready for. 

 

** Mariella is referencing when the Outcasts left crates of Whispering Death eggs at Berk, hoping for them to cause chaos at Berk (and potentially collapse). 

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Growing whisper and Screaming death family

((Welcome to the RP, Nihtclaw! Is Chopper one of the Whispering deaths that were hidden under Berk by the Outcasts? That would mean he's the brother of my Whisper Gothic :-) That's gonna be interesting! Rue and Gothic didn't know there were any of his brothers or sisters left in Berk and unfortunately, Gothic never met them while they were still under the village.

 

@Tally: I like to read about your adventure with the rune stones and your conversation with the archeologist. I also like his charakter and was happy when he reappeared in every expansion so far.

 

I hope I didn't mix anything up, I edited my post a little after I realized that Mar posted hers while I was writing mine :-) ))

 

"Wow, a little vegetarian Whispering death" surprised Rue looked back at Rosemary. So, if the little one wouldn't still change her food choices, she already had something that differed from Gothics preferences. Also no tunnelling in the ground so far... Rue listened to Mariella as she continued to speak about Rosemary being still quite shy towards her and Jasper. She looked pretty worried. Sympathetically, Rue answered "She seems to be a bit different from Gothic, maybe she will turn out to be easier to handle, especially since you got her as a baby. I'm prtty sure that she will warm up after some time. She couldn't be at a better place to grow up than with you and Jasper in my opinion. Sure, dragons like to be around their own species but even though Whispers take some time to trust and follow their humans or different dragons, deep down they seem to care about their vikings." Rue thought about how protective Gothic had reacted earlier today. And she remembered as well how long it had taken her to gain his trust after she found him and to train him due to his head-strong personality.

 

Speaking of... Their conversation was interrupted by Herze and Brasa entering the hall. Herze half walked over to them and half was pulled towards their table by a tiny squeaking wiggeling creature in her arms. A Screaming Death baby!! Seems like more of their treasure chests had included dragon eggs. Aww this little one was... cute? Scary? A bit of both... Gothic and Rosemary had turned around when they heared the little Screamer squeak. Quick, Rue put her left hand on Gothics belly to prevent him from rushing over to Herze like he had done with Mar. That must be an emotional day for him. Meeting two baby dragons of his kind!, Rue thought. He greated the little Screaming death with a chirrup, flapping his wings a little, his eyes big and curious. He might even find his fatherly side today with so many babies around, Rue chuckled a little. She looked at the two vikings coming over to them. It was good to see that both seemed to be fine and well rested and their dragons as well. She waved at Herze, who now had reached their table, and Brasa following her, but then turning and getting some food from the buffet on the way.

 

...Food! If Gothic would stay calm in his corner, watching over the two babies she could go quickly and grab something from this delicious looking buffet, too. But with the little Screaming death hopping on the table next to Rosemary and Gothic willing to follow them she couldn't risk it at the moment. Oh Maann... Those looked like baked salmons over there... And for the special occasion she would even have some meat today... But she decided to go with some delicious cheese and bread as an appetizer first, because these were standing on their table right in front of her...

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@Rubinesse, YES! Chopper is in fact one of the eggs. 

@Mariella I got a way to have us meet now! See my post bellow.

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Niihtclaw looked around the school. Looked like it was rather empty except for a few new scholars, going to receive their first dragon or training their new dragons to do basic commands. Nihtclaw looked at the announcement board and on it listed a feast in the school hall. She guessed that was where everyone was, and made her way toward it. She opened the door and went on inside. Grub was looking at the food, probably planning to steal some of it despite the fact she just fed him a few minutes ago. Chopper was sniffing intensely at the black and purple Whispering Death on one side of the room. Nihtclaw on the other hand, was absolutely terrified. There were so many vikings here, arm wrestling, laughing at jokes, dancing and singing. Chopper started approaching the whispering death he was sniffing, and she had to follow to make sure he dosen't cause trouble. Chopper whirred his teeth at the whispering death, and it did it's own pattern of whirring teeth. The two just whirred their teeth at eachother, not really doing anything. Nihtclaw relaxed. "Hi." she said to the viking with long, blond hair and pale skin. She was the closest person to her. "Who's the owner of that dragon?" Nihtclaw pointed at the dragon Chopper was whirring his teeth at. "And how do you exactly join the Earthguard?"

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Perfect way to randomly meet!

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((Welcome Nihtclaw! Also,

((Welcome Nihtclaw! Also, @Mariella, I actually didn’t take Valkor with me, he’s resting up back home ‘cause I faintly remember the one dragon at a time with a viking rule in one of the starting posts? Or maybe I’m remembering it wrong but yeah, no Valkor, sadly.))

 

Herze bemusedly watched as Horrendous kept going from one Whispering Death to the other. She recognizes the big one as Gothic but the baby Whisper is unfamiliar to her.  Mariella begins to tell them about the headmaster's praises and Herze puffs up in pride. Earthguard was only a day or two old and already building a reputation, it seemed. She then tells them she was planning on doing something for the school, and ended asking them if they still wanted to join. "I stand by what I said yesterday. I'm definitely joining Earthguard. Actually already consider myself a member." She grins, but then slightly recoils. Maybe that was too foreward? "I mean, if you'll have me, of course." She added quickly. "And I'd love to help around Berk and the school in name of the clan. Horrendous would be especially handy in the planting trees part of it." She smiles. "Speaking of natural diggers-" She starts, pointedly looking at the Whispering death she hadn't recognized. 

 

“Did you also find an egg?” She asked Mariella, eyebrows drawn up in surprise. “Am I the only one thinking they might’ve been trying to redo their first Whispering Death inclusive plan?” She’d heard of that from the vikings of Berk. Apparently they’d stashed a bunch of eggs in a tunnel system and the plan was that the hatched Whispers would have dug so many holes the island would collapse. Thankfully, they failed. “Tunnel plan, version 2.0, now with more failure.” She grinned. 

 

“At least they tried to bring in the big guns this time around.” She joked, dragging Horrendous- who was determinedly going for the food on the table- back to her. “You’re the biggest guns around, aren’t you!? Who’s a good little weapon? You are!” She cooed at him, using her baby voice. She coughed a bit to clear up her throat. Really need to shake that habit, she thought to herself. Horrendous rolled over on the table, noticeably creating puncture marks, and Herze carefully picked him up and seated him in her lap. Thank Odin for triple layered leather. 

 

Now that she thought about it, surely their attack wasn’t just to storm them. Even a dim mind knows that would never work, Berk is too strong. She wonders for a bit if maybe their plan had succeeded. Maybe the attack was a diversion, or- She’s shaken out of her thoughts by a couple of vikings loudly clinking their ale together and singing a victorious tune. Right, celebration time. No doom-thinking allowed tonight.

 

She turned back to Mariella, “Anyway, who’s this little cutie?”, she asked. Probably reading her shift of focus, Horrendous turned towards the baby Whispering Death as well, flapping it’s still tiny wings and apparently trying to fly over the table to get at it.  With one hand she grabs a bit of bread and starts eating it, while with the other she tries to keep Horrendous close to her and make sure he doesn't take off in his excitement. She brings the last bite of her bread down and feeds it to him, which seems to distract him enough. 

 

Suddenly, another Rider joins them and Horrendous starts wriggling again. Another Whispering Death joins their party. Man, this is sure beginning to look like a theme. They now had a small Whispering death army and a Screaming Death, should they ever have to go underground, they're set. Very well prepared for any and all sub terranium and cave missions. Maybe they should include it in their clan advertising. Need a hole? Earthguard has you covered. 

 

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HAHA! I guess we could do

HAHA! I guess we could do that. If only Whispering Deaths arn't so blind...

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((Eh, we can give them

((Eh, we can give them directions lmao.

Also, in this RP we generally don't reply to someone's posts because that prevents us from being able to edit them. When someone's post is in ((...)) those marks, they're safe to reply to because that means they're not RP posts.

Don't worry about the replies you've made so far, tho, you just didn't know and now you do so it's okay!))

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Brasa's plates seemed to galvanize the rest of the humans to gather food of their own. She watched as Mariella tried to feed a baby Whisper. The little wyrm turned her nose up at any meat or processed vegetables, but opted for the hearty mushrooms.

"Has she not eaten any meat at all, Mariella?" Brasa asked, a titch worried. While vegetables were certainly a healthy part of a diet should a dragon choose to eat them, ultimately they were all predominantly consumers of flesh. It was worrisome to see a growing baby not eat what it needed for nutrients for its growing body. But also, Vikings liked their fingers, so there was no forcing a dragon, however small, to eat what it didn't want to.

"No, Rosemary hasn't shown any interest in any meat or fish. Stones, either." Mariella replied.

Brasa thought for a moment. The little dragon needed protein. And minerals, too. "Hey, I think I saw you grew some black beans at your farm right? Maybe offer her beans. I hear they are satisfying like meat. Well, nothing can be as satisfying as meat," Brasa mused, forking some roast yak into her mouth. So juicy! "Or eggs? Have you tried eggs? Maybe leave the dirt of the vegetables, since dirt is alot of ground rock after all. Or maybe you can try making a veggie mash and hide some ground fish or meat in it? Oh! What about those strange dragon cakes Tally had? Those definitely smelled like they had meat or fish in it. And the dragons so loved those," Brasa prattled on. She looked around the table. Tallyra wasn't there. The next time she saw her, perhaps she could get that recipe.

Brasa picked up a slice of Gamalost cheese and nibbed on it. Oh! Gamalost! That was excellent fuel and full of protein! Brasa picked up another slice from her plate and handed it over to Mariella. "See if she likes this. Its dairy, but might be okay since its very hearty."

Mariella took the proferred slice, but didn't get a chance to answer. Yet another Whisper slithered up and started sniffing Gothic up and down in greeting. A young figure dressed in white clothing and a mask ran up after her errant dragon. "Hi." the figure uttered in a feminine voice to Mariella. "Who's the owner of that dragon?" she pointed at Gothic. "And how do you exactly join the Earthguard?"

 

 

 

((Sorry Nihtclaw, I turned your text grayish, just so it would stand out a little, here, if that's okay))

 

((I just read that Gamalost cheese had been made for a millenium. Currently its only made in one town in Norway, but used to be much more common. Its made from skim milk and is 50% protein. Evidently the Vikings ate alot of it on expeditions!))

 

((Also - fixed the previous passage about flying to Berk for the feast, to the School Hall! And Herze, I wrote that you had Valkor at the feast, too, but fixed it now, sorry!))

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It's ok with the gray text.

It's ok with the gray text. Maybe we should use the gray text instead.

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Earthguard, the Clan of Death Whisperers (Day 4, Victory Feast)

((Herze: I guess I shouldn't be RPing at 2AM! I just thought I should get a post in before bed. But I'm easily distracted; One post can take hours for me if I don't have adequate concentration or if I'm too tired to think. Sorry I messed up yet again! But, it was a minor detail and it's been fixed.

 

About Dragon Limits: I think when I first created the RP I may have had a "one dragon at a time" rule, but now it's up to three on most occasions since I realized just one each wouldn't make sense, and the only reason we have a limit of three each is because I don't want the RP to get too complicated. But we might sometimes break the rules and allow our Vikings to bring their entire flocks for event such as battles or migrations. We will see!))

 

Mariella was feeling better now that Rubinesse's words had the chance to sink in. Rue was right; Many dragons enjoyed being with their own kind, but at the end of the of they day, there was no place they'd rather be than by their rider's side. Plus, Herze reassured her that she already considered her a member of Earthguard. Mar's heart swelled with pride. Today was looking better and better by the minute! 

 

Herze seemed to have the same idea about what was going on. The Outcasts wanted to plant more Whispering Deaths, this time at the School. She didn't say it allowed, but by the look of her concern on her face after all her baby talk and jokes, Mariella suspected she felt the same way about the attack. The Outcasts and Berserkers knew that Berk and the School were too strong to take by force with only three ships. There had to be something else. Was it a diversion, perhaps?

 

While Herze was busy pondering the true purpose of the Battle, Lady Brasa, the natural healer in the bunch, had some great suggestions for Mariella to try. Black beans, unwashed vegetables,veggie mash with meat secretly mixed in, and even Tally's cakes. These were all excellent ideas that would provide protein for a growing dragon. After all, she couldn't live off of vegetables and mushrooms.

 

“Anyway, who’s this little cutie?” Herze piped back up, just as Brasa was offering some cheese for Mar to give to her little Whisper. Mar gratefully took the slice with a smile and was about about to thank Brasa and reply to Herze, but yet another unexpected visitor showed up with another Whispering Death!

 

Following close behind the spiky dragon was a mysterious figure wearing a Nadder mask. "Hi." the figure uttered in a young feminine voice at Mariella. The small masked girl seemed to be young, teenage maybe, or perhaps even a preteen. "Who's the owner of that dragon?" the masked girl asked with a finger pointed at Gothic. "And how do you exactly join the Earthguard?"

 

"Oh, umm..." Mariella stammered with a nervous smile on her face. She wondered how the mysterious girl knew who she was. Before she formed Earthguard, Mariella was a nobody. Was she really this well known now-- a celebrity over night? Or was it by pure accident that this young Viking asked Mar and her group of friends about Earthguard? Little Rosemary was happily sniffing and clicking away at the new whispering death. Taking a breath, Mar spoke up.

 

"The handsome purple Whisper belongs to my good friend, Rue. I have a Whisper too. This is Rosemary!" Mariella explained, proudly lifting up the little hatchling. The Whisper squeaked questioningly and tilted her head. Mar set her back down on the table and gave her the slice of cheese that Brasa had offered. The tiny dragon gave it a sniff, then her eyes went wide and she let out a delighted sqeal, snatching the slice away and gulping it down. Mariella watched with satisfaction, knowing that the baby would at least get a bit of the nutrition she needed. I'm going to regret this decision later, Mariella thought with a subtle shake of her head. But I suppose I'll put up with the stink if it means a healthy, happy baby!

 

Turning back to the newcomer, she continued, "I'm Mariella, the leader of Earthguard. We're open to all kinds of people and dragons...We're all about helping dragons, animals, people, the Earth...  Making the world a better place. All you need to do is have a good heart and ask! Were you interested in joining?" Mar asked with a friendly smile.

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Turning back to Nihtclaw she

Turning back to Nihtclaw she continued, "I'm Mariella, the leader of Earthguard. We're open to all kinds of people and dragons...We're all about helping dragons, animals, people, the Earth...  Making the world a better place. All you need to do is have a good heart and ask! Were you interested in joining?" she said with a friendly smile.

"In fact, yes. I'm Nihtclaw." Nihtclaw said shyly. What a coincidence! Nihtclaw scratched the whispering death baby behind the spikes on the back of it's head. The baby squealed and playfully bit one of her fingers. "That Whispering Death is Chopper. I have a Deadly Nadder named Darkcloak at my stable." Nihtclaw said, pointing at her dragon, with the baby still holding on to her hand, squealing happily with his throat without opening his mouth(i think it's a boy, correct me if im wrong). Grub flew over and landed on her shoulder, then roared, but being a small dragon, it wasn't very intimidating or loud. "And this is Grub, a titan Smothering Smokebreath just incase you didn't recognise him." Nihtclaw said, scratching him under his chin with the hand without the whispering death hanging on to it. Chopper suddenly was twirling up the back of Rue's whispering death(i'll call it Rue's death for now until my character learns of it's name because it's kinda long calling him that.). The two deaths started playing with eachother in a frenzied way. Nihtclaw laughed. They must be related. Grub gurgled and went to grab a turkey leg and chewed on it. Nihtclaw looked at Mariella. "I learned about you by a lone terror that dropped a poster about Earthguard." she explained. "And I beleive it was about time to join a clan anyways."

 

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Rue felt relieved when she heard Mariella's next plans for the future weeks. That sounded great! No huge battle without being trained enough for. Especially looking for wounded dragons in the wild sounded like a good idea to her. That would be a risky adventure maybe but it also sounded fun if they'd do it all together. Smiling Rue watched as Herze claimed that she wanted to be an Earthguard member for sure. Only Rubinesse's fear of rushing into things held her back to assure her membership as well right away. She would wait for a little while before taking a final decision, but she felt pretty sure by now that she wanted to become a part of Earthguard definitely.

 

Rue was just about to take her plate and quickly go to the buffet when she heared Gothic clicking and rotating his teeth next to her. She looked up and saw another Whispering death coming slowly right towards them. He was only slightely taller than Gothic and they both looked at each other intensely. Uh oh... Rubinesse's muscels tensed and she prepared to intervene if there should be any trouble. Why were they acting that weird? There seemed to be no aggression, but Rue couldn't quite tell from their strange behavior. Gothic and the other Whisper were now standing opposite from each other, with some distance between them, sniffing and whirring their teeth. It looked like they were unsure somehow... It reminded Rue of the strange situation when two people met who have some connection but don't know each other yet. Only now that she started to speak, Rue noticed the girl, covered in white clothes and wearing a mask, that had appeared next to the other Whisper.

"The handsome purple Whisper belongs to my good friend, Rue." Rubinesse waved her hand and gave the masked girl half of a smile to let her know that she was "Rue". She didn't say anything and let Mar continue, thinking that the girl had just asked about Gothic because her Whispering death seemed to be interested in him and her real aim was to get to know more about Earthguard. Maybe they were getting a new member? One with a Whispering death? She repeated herself in her thoughts but What an extraordinary day for Gothic! First Rosemary, then Horrendous and now this strange adult Whisper. Rue sighed. She would go with another round of cheese and bread. Not that they weren't delicious, she just had loved to have some of the meat or fish that was left at the buffet. But instead she prefered staying at her seat and watching Gothic and the other dragon in case they would start trouble. They still held some distance and looked at each other awkwardly. But though they were excited, they seemed peaceful, so there was still a chance for Rue to concentrate on the conversation between Mariella und the new girl and mayybee she could get herself some food in a few minutes when everything was calm again...

 

((I hate to leave the RP for a few days... I hope I won't miss anything fun ;-) I'll read new posts when possible but I think it's better if I take a break because I'll be at my cousin's wedding who lives some hours away from me and after I return back home I'll have an exam. So I'm afraid I'll be gone until Wednesday. You may control Rue if she's needed (and if you do, let her get something from the buffet please :-D) Nihtclaw, if you want to create a conversation with her about our Whispering deaths, there should be enough info about Gothic and how she found him in my charakter form on the first page of the RP, so you can control Rue's answers.))

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Sure, ill try in my next post.

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((Don't worry about Eslig's

((Don't worry about Eslig's house for the time being, I totally didn't pick up on the whole feast thing until after I wrote that))

 

By the time Eslig, Ambolt, and Septimus got to the School's Great Hall, the celebration was already in full-swing. Septimus's head sviveled back and forth as he tried to take in all the new sights, smells, and sounds at once. Eslig was amazed at the sheer variety and number of dragons that were there, and Ambolt craned his neck, presumably looking for Shadow. Eslig didn't see the purple Nadder, but he had no doubt that if Rose showed up, Ambolt would find his friend. Septimus was wriggling impatiently in Eslig's hands, so with a smile the boy set the tiny Nadder on the nearest table.

 

The smile vanished as Septimus took off along the table, racing towards a group of very thorny dragons at the far end. Whispering Deaths! thought Eslig, suddenly fearful for his small friend. They like being around others of their kind, but how would they react to an energetic Nadder crashing their party? Eslig dove along the table and grabbed Septimus with his good arm, preventing the baby dragon from running headlong into what looked like a very important Whispering Death meeting. But there were riders in that circle too, and Eslig breathed a sigh of relief as he recognized Herze's excited chatter, Brasa's blue hair, and Rue's easy laugh. It looked like Mariella was there too, and just as Eslig was about to join the conversation he overheard Mariella addressing a newcomer, a young rider wearing a mask and dressed in all white. "Were you interested in joining?"

 

Knowing that the question wasn't directed at him, Eslig still stopped in his tracks. He had never seriously thought about the question. He had showed up to the clan meeting uninvited, eaten their food, and left just after the battle was over. He got the feeling that he was welcome in Earthguard, but a chorus of 'What ifs' began to sing.

 

What if they had just tolerated him that day, and didn't want him in the clan? What if they secretly didn't like him? What if he and Ambolt never healed from their wounds, what then? What if there were entrance requirements? What if they asked about his past?

 

Overwhelmed by his thoughts, Eslig set Septimus down on the table again. The tiny Nadder squeaked and once again took off. Eslig watched in horror as the turquoise baby dragon ran right past a fully-grown Whsipering Death, who was fawning over a Screaming Death hatchling. The baby Nadder stopped right between the two dragons, all its attention foccused on the small wyrm. Completely oblivious to the mouthful of teeth whirring behind him, Septimus squeaked playfully at the Screaming Death and danced a few steps back and forth. 

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Nihtclaw looks at the girl

Nihtclaw looks at the girl who waved at me when Mariella that mentioned Rue. "Hey." I said to her.

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I don't really know what to say really. Me going to stop the commenting since i just learned that it prevented editing, i'm sorry if i prevented anyone from editing. But here's my reaction: :P

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Rosemary and Cheese, not a good combination! (Day 4)

((Nihtclaw: Rosemary is a girl, Horrendous the Screaming Death is a male, and Gothic is male. Hope that helps!))

 

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Nihtclaw," Mariella replied with a friendly smile. She wondered why the girl didn't give her real name or remove her mask. Perhaps she had a troubled past? Maybe she had serious scarring? Whatever the case may be, she felt that the girl was good hearted and she looked forward to getting to know her better.

 

Nihtclaw gave Rosemary a pat on her the back of her head, causing her to squeal and playfully bite onto the girl's fingers. "Oh no! Down Rosemary, down!" Mariella cried out, but the baby just squealed happily away. Strangely, Nihtclaw continued her introductions as if nothing at all was happening. Mariella normally would have been listening intently to what her friend was saying, but right now she was focused on the baby Whisper hanging from the girls hand, moving back and forth as Nihtclaw gestured with her hands. 

 

Thinking quickly, Mariella picked up a slice of cheese, a mushroom and carrot, and held it in front of Rosemary's nose. The little dragon finally let go and excitedly chased Mariella hands with whirring teeth. Heart racing and panicking, Mar frantically grabbed her backpack and tossed the food in, closing and latching the lid as soon as she was in there. She struggled a little at first to get free, but then settled down and ate the food then curled up for a long nap. 

 

"Whew! Glad that's over with; I was afraid somebody would lose a digit," Mar panted, wiping her brow. She quickly examined Nihtclaw's wound from a distance, and frowned. "I'm really sorry Rosemary bit you, Nihtclaw... She just hatched today and this party and all the company must have been too much for her. Or maybe it was the cheese..." she trailed off as she rummaged through her waist pouches. She grabbed rolls of bandages  and pins to hold them in place, offering them to the masked girl. "I can't believe you didn't even flinch when she bit you... Are you used to it? Getting bit by dragons I mean? Jasper, my Gronckle, bit me a couple times when he was young, but I imagine Whispering Death could be more difficult," Mariella went on, nervous talking. "It looks like no major damage was done at least. Should be healed within a week right, Brasa?" Mariella asked Lady Brasa, the healer. 

 

The two adult Whispers, Gothic and Chopper, were winding down now that they to got the excitement out of their system. Judging by their ages and similar body structure, Mariella figured they might be related despite their color differences; They most likely had the same mother but different fathers. They were calmly clicking teeth and purring now. Even Rue was finally got a chance to grab herself some food.The poor girl never got to earlier because Mar was too busy talking with her, and then there was all the Death dragon commotion. But now, she was cheerily loading up her plates.

 

Turning her attention back to Nihtclaw, Mariella looked at the dragon sitting on her shoulder. It was a Smothering Smokebreath, but it was unlike any she'd seen before. It had many more spikes, a fan on the end of its tail, and a stripe pattern. "Wow, he's amazing!" Mariella observed with awe. "You're so lucky to have a Titan-wing staged dragon. Most dragons don't make it to that stage."

 

"But um, Anyways..." Mariella began nervously,  "I'm glad you stumbled onto that poster! After the Battle, the School needs all the help it can get and I think that together, as part of Earthguard, we can all make a difference. It would be great to have you join us." she explained. "So far there's just seven of us in the clan; You've met Rue and Lady Brasa the healer, and here's Herze with her newly hatched Screaming Death, Horrendous--""

 

Out of the blue, Mariella was interupted by an odd little baby Nadder running towards her and the Screaming Death hatchling. Is that the little Nadder I saw Eslig with earlier? she wondered curiously. The cute little Nadder and Screamer were beginning to dance on the table She smiled at the babies, then followed the dragon's path back with her eyes, eventually seeing Eslig. "Oh, and here comes Eslig! He's the newest member, next to you,"  Mariella introduced him to Nihtclaw. "Hey Eslig!" she called out to him. "Want to come over and meet your newest comrade? Nihtclaw will be joining us!" Mariella called out over the loud music and chatter, hoping he would hear.