Post by blaise on Jan 10, 2010 13:32:31 GMT -5
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After the Ninth Pass and the discovery of AVIAS, the people of Pern believed they had the end of Thread sewn up. Everything seemed to go to plan – the Interval didn’t start when it should have, so that meant their tries had succeeded, right? It would seem that way and in true Pern fashion, the people began to worry a little less every day. They stopped worrying eventually, and they stopped tithing too. Who needed the dragonriders now? Couldn’t they just help themselves? Make their own crops, tan their own hides, weave their own cloth? Most dragonriders did fall into the rolls of crafters, providing for their own or what was left of it. Queens weren’t laying as many eggs because Thread wasn’t coming back; the dragon population dwindled.
Eventually, it got down to one Weyr to house the remainder of Pern’s dragons – a whopping two-hundred and forty-seven of them. Which was why it was such a disaster when Thread DID fall from the sky, destroying most everything it touched. Cotholds, livestock, crops, and human beings, gone, in a minute. And the dragonriders did what they could, taking damage to their fighting ranks and losing a good bit too. It was a catastrophe, one which for the longest they couldn’t explain. Until the harpers, pouring over the records, discovered proof of previous “long Intervals”. That was what had happened, it must have been! People clung to that small shred of hope, but it wasn’t very satisfying. They had fifty years left of Thread and hardly any dragonriders left to fight it.
High Reaches Weyrleader, the only Weyrleader left, was one of the brave few who had died in the fight against Thread. It took a toll on the Weyr, especially the Weyrwoman, who had used him like a crutch, letting his opinions weigh her decisions. Everything was quickly swirling down the drain. How was she to stop all this? She was just one woman. The sheer stress and panic, from Thread’s first pass and the Weyrleader’s passing, prompted the woman to suicide. Her gold mourned her loss, but lay, rooted to the sand, where the last clutch she had laid was hardening.
Now, all of Pern sits on the edges of their seats, waiting for the next Threadfall. And the Weyr, they wait for the clutch of twenty-five to hatch and a future queen to take the place of the old, worn out Modosth. How will the dice fall? With Pern survive another Pass?
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Game is under construction and needing possible junior administrators, moderators, and members with great ideas. Register to the forum or email blaise at tann.your.hide@gmail.com
After the Ninth Pass and the discovery of AVIAS, the people of Pern believed they had the end of Thread sewn up. Everything seemed to go to plan – the Interval didn’t start when it should have, so that meant their tries had succeeded, right? It would seem that way and in true Pern fashion, the people began to worry a little less every day. They stopped worrying eventually, and they stopped tithing too. Who needed the dragonriders now? Couldn’t they just help themselves? Make their own crops, tan their own hides, weave their own cloth? Most dragonriders did fall into the rolls of crafters, providing for their own or what was left of it. Queens weren’t laying as many eggs because Thread wasn’t coming back; the dragon population dwindled.
Eventually, it got down to one Weyr to house the remainder of Pern’s dragons – a whopping two-hundred and forty-seven of them. Which was why it was such a disaster when Thread DID fall from the sky, destroying most everything it touched. Cotholds, livestock, crops, and human beings, gone, in a minute. And the dragonriders did what they could, taking damage to their fighting ranks and losing a good bit too. It was a catastrophe, one which for the longest they couldn’t explain. Until the harpers, pouring over the records, discovered proof of previous “long Intervals”. That was what had happened, it must have been! People clung to that small shred of hope, but it wasn’t very satisfying. They had fifty years left of Thread and hardly any dragonriders left to fight it.
High Reaches Weyrleader, the only Weyrleader left, was one of the brave few who had died in the fight against Thread. It took a toll on the Weyr, especially the Weyrwoman, who had used him like a crutch, letting his opinions weigh her decisions. Everything was quickly swirling down the drain. How was she to stop all this? She was just one woman. The sheer stress and panic, from Thread’s first pass and the Weyrleader’s passing, prompted the woman to suicide. Her gold mourned her loss, but lay, rooted to the sand, where the last clutch she had laid was hardening.
Now, all of Pern sits on the edges of their seats, waiting for the next Threadfall. And the Weyr, they wait for the clutch of twenty-five to hatch and a future queen to take the place of the old, worn out Modosth. How will the dice fall? With Pern survive another Pass?
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Game is under construction and needing possible junior administrators, moderators, and members with great ideas. Register to the forum or email blaise at tann.your.hide@gmail.com