The fires burned low in the main hall of Ruatha Hold, with pile after pile of empty wineskins as testimony to a long night of merriment. Many of the revelers were long gone to bed, slinking into the growing shadows with friends in arm. Others nursed their last cups and talked of Hold and Weyr and silly gossip things, made dirty jokes, and simply enjoyed each others' company. At last, they jokingly pushed a tall, dark-haired woman to the front of the room, and she smiled and retrieved her guitar from the corner.
She shooed a small golden fire lizard off her dominant arm before beginning to strum, and they all enjoyed her confident, strong voice:
The little queen all golden
Flew hissing at the sea
Against each wave
Her clutch to save
She ventured bravely.
As she attacked the sea in rage
A holderman came nigh
Along the sand
Fishnet in hand
And saw the queen midsky.
He stared at her in wonder
For often he'd been told
That such as she
Could never be
Who hovered there, bright gold
He saw her plight and quickly
He looked up the cliff he faced
And saw a cave
Above the wave
In which her eggs he placed.
The little queen all golden
Upon his shoulder stood
Her eyes all blue
Glowed of her true
Undying gratitude...
Her voice faded, and with that, the revelers finally returned to their rooms. The woman who had been singing took her time carefully packing her instrument as a swirl of fire lizards - gold, bronze, brown, blue and green - appeared near her and sleepily watched. One of the bronzes seemed agitated, and the woman -
@Lupin21, Menolly - reached out to him with a calm coo.
She barely noticed the tall shape step from the shadows, draw a dagger, and stab her fatally in the chest. The fire lizards stressed, flapped and keened at her distress as she fell to the ground, but nobody else heard - and the dark figure simply slunk out of the room and into the night.
Dead is @Lupin21, Menolly, who could PM others with her fire lizards as messengers.
Later that night - nearly morning, but when the world is lit only by that dark grey gloom that eventually turns to brilliant dawn - a champion and his foe fought to the death outside. A dragon watched from the sidelines with agitated, swirling bright eyes. The champion had not been completely sure of his target, but hard times often call for a sort of rampant recklessness, and truly - you can't argue with results. He stood victorious over his target:
Dead is @vetmedhead, Toric, a WOLF who could convert one player during the game.
And then morning truly came, and Ramoth's bugle called all the dragons and riders to burn Thread from the sky once more. They flew bravely, taking heed from their experiences just three days past, but the Holds still suffered from their reduced strength and injuries were again sustained.
It is now Day 7. Deadline is 9PM CST/10PM EST.
Roster:
Ruatha Hold
Filly Bay
ResoluteMike
Promethean
DVMDream
Abney
Devastating
Animal Midwife
Telgar Hold
WildZoo
guisantes
Mad Jack
Kam325
LetItSnow
Flim Flam Man
Deadland
Html - Piemur
MQ - N'ton, dragonrider
Jilary - Robinton
dyachei - Salth
SOV - T'ron, dragonrider
LotF - Fandarel
Sandy - Brekke
Hazelmoo - Sharra
STL - Zair
Gwen - T'kul, dragonrider
BBC - F'nor, dragonrider
kata - Canth
PBC - Lord Holder Fax
Lupes - Menolly
Vethed - Toric
