Post by M'kel on Sept 10, 2007 19:23:05 GMT -5
A ferocious storm suddenly swept across the island Weyr of Araelen, trapping all of the Weyrfolk, candidates, and dragonriders present in the comfy caverns honeycombing the old volcano. The arrival of the tempest was so sudden that many dragonriders were not in the Weyr at the time, for they had been sent out across Pern to fulfil various duties, including surveying and meeting with Holders. Thus, they were warned by their fellows not to return, for any reason, until the storm had passed.
Amidst the mayhem tearing at the Bowl of the Weyr, with lightning and thunder piercing the air, a shriek erupted from the Hatching Ground. Sitareh had spotted the telltale twitching of eggs ready to Hatch. The candidates had to be summoned immediately, but venturing out in the Bowl was extremely dangerous. Hail the size of (pardon the Earth term) golf balls was pounding the floor of the Bowl, and the wind was howling too loudly for any coherent communication.
The dragonets were soon to Hatch, and the candidates needed to arrive at the Hatching Ground immediately. However, even riders and dragons were wary to venture out on the short journey to the entrance to the Hatching Ground. The few present in the Weyr made the journey, suffering bruises and a few painful gashes, for their dragons needed to be there to welcome the new Hatchlings with a familiar, reassuring hum.
Word has been spread by dragonthought to round up the candidates and send them to the Hatching Ground. Hopefully, they will all arrive safely.
OOC: Feel free to have your charrie injured! But an unconscious candidate cannot Impress, and they won't let a candidate stand if they're bleeding profusely from the head either.
Amidst the mayhem tearing at the Bowl of the Weyr, with lightning and thunder piercing the air, a shriek erupted from the Hatching Ground. Sitareh had spotted the telltale twitching of eggs ready to Hatch. The candidates had to be summoned immediately, but venturing out in the Bowl was extremely dangerous. Hail the size of (pardon the Earth term) golf balls was pounding the floor of the Bowl, and the wind was howling too loudly for any coherent communication.
The dragonets were soon to Hatch, and the candidates needed to arrive at the Hatching Ground immediately. However, even riders and dragons were wary to venture out on the short journey to the entrance to the Hatching Ground. The few present in the Weyr made the journey, suffering bruises and a few painful gashes, for their dragons needed to be there to welcome the new Hatchlings with a familiar, reassuring hum.
Word has been spread by dragonthought to round up the candidates and send them to the Hatching Ground. Hopefully, they will all arrive safely.
OOC: Feel free to have your charrie injured! But an unconscious candidate cannot Impress, and they won't let a candidate stand if they're bleeding profusely from the head either.
