Day 12
Rejected Recruits: 9

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Skin/Scene: Admiring the scenery led to a fortuitous encounter. You meet another dragon on your current hunt, and speak with them for a while. They wish to join you on your endeavours. Buy the cheapest adult dragon off the auction house and level them to 6; they automatically become part of the pack.
It was a beautiful night so Saros took some time to himself. He was pleased that the Pack was thriving under his leadership after the rocky start it had, but managing so many lycans was exhausting.
Carefully breaking from the treeline the Guardian sat and looked up at the moon, basking in its soft light and the light breeze.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" A sentence spoken in stereo. Confused and wary Saros whirled to face the voice(s) and came face-to-face(s) with an Aberration.
"Ah, sorry!" One head apologised sincerely, pulling back and lifting a hand to their chest.
"We come out here a lot ever since..." the other hung solemnly.
"We've seen you and others in the trees, so we kind of hoped..." continued the first, giving Saros a pleading glance.
After a moment of consideration Saros dipped his head in affirmation. "Of course, all of our kind are welcome in our pack. I am Saros, the pack leader."
"Thank you, Saros! We are Chi and Dor. Or Chi'n'Dor, or Chindor. Whichever's easiest!"
"And I'm Tailais!" A tiny voice suddenly exclaimed from beneath a bush, making them all jump. Another wolfish Veilspun emerged, beaming brightly at Saros. "Sorry! I overheard you guys chatting. Uh, room for one more?"
Chindor and
Tailais join!
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10. Honourable Brawl. A disagreement in ranking flares up and the two initiate trial-by-combat. Take two random non-leader dragons into the coliseum and exalt whoever faints first, as they were defeated and leave in shame. (Piccante, Sulwen)
"No, no, NO! Not
there You're going to break--"
CRACK. THUD.
Sulwen's tiny hands flew to her face as the lumbering Imperial stepped on a tiny chair designed for the smaller breeds to sit in. Something Piccante
herself had made.
"Well maybe if you'd designed this place to be bigger it wouldn't have been an issue!" Piccante shot back, mournfully scraping up the splintered seat. It had taken so long to make it.
The Veilspun huffed loudly. "What? I wanted to make an inn! I didn't say who for!"
"That Obelisk doesn't seem to mind it here."
Meilyr waved from the far side of the room. Which, relative to the Imperial wasn't that far at all.
"Yeah well, it's big enough for anyone to get
in but only small dragons can
stay!"
"Which is a stupid idea when there's so many types of dragon!" Piccante growled in pain and annoyance as she smacked her head against the low ceiling, her antlers scraping the boards.
"Oh for Deities' sake you're wrecking the place!"
"I'll wreck you in a minute!"
"I'd like to see you try!"
After a scuffle that shook the small building the roof was torn off and Piccante coiled in a quick spiral and threw something small over the treeline. Sulwen was never heard from again and the dumb building was torn down. Meilyr was disappointed that there was no longer a mysterious building in the middle of the forest for her to bum about-- she means investigate, though some of the Pack agreed that maybe something like this (appropriately sized this time) might not actually be a bad idea.
DEAD
Sulwen (Day 9 - 12) (level 6)
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Rejected Dragon(s):








Sulwen:
Some pretty fodder this time around! Almost tempted to keep
Zalitz. Also never thought I'd ever pick up a
meat dragon.