We back! As you all might have guessed, I opted to skip a few days due to the gateway issues. Glad to see us up and running smoothly again.
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Day 29
Failed recruits: 7

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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.
Daleth was beginning to finally enjoy this new place. At first the comings and goings of scavengers was cause for concern, now provided a source of comfort knowing so many of their kind were nearby. Even if this old lair was the source of their curse, it was a strangely familiar and soothing feeling rather than one of detest.
While she patrolled the perimeter of their new range Daleth encountered a pair of dragons doing the same. She hailed them warmly, only to be greeted with silence as they regarded her only briefly before directing their gaze towards the main den.
Perplexed at first Daleth quickly realised that the were probably drawn here by the idol. As soon as it was mentioned the pair snapped their full attention to the Imperial and half begged half demanded to see it.
Rosen and
Sorrowrunner join!

When they got to the clan they were quickly welcomed by the youngest pack members, now fully grown but still plenty playful as encouraged by their peers after the harrowing events prior.

...
That was when all hell broke loose once again.
Pack Limits. When the pack reaches or exceeds 20 adult members, or you run out of lair space, it becomes too much to manage. Roll 1d12 for each non-leader dragon. If it's higher than their level, exalt them. Raise all survivors by one level. Repeat if desired.
(Daleth IMMUNE, Piccante 5, Keen 11, Chindor 11, Sevim 11, Sunshine 11, Chorisma 3, Merrol 5, Miskai 6, Myar 7, Constable 12, Murgen 3, Cobra 4, Yinei 5, Hesperus 12, Tristan 8, Watcher 3, Adare 3, Vegasah 4, Rosen 5, Sorrowrunner 7)
The ground practically shook under the thunder of many feet as lycans, faoladh, werewolves of all shapes and sizes stampeded into the lair, all attracted by the freshly excavated idol. Chaos reigned as each individual clamoured to see it, touch it. Some screamed to rebury or even destroy it. Voices intertwined into a cacophony of unintelligible noise. Fear, joy, anger, excitement. The Pack was smothered and separated in the mayhem. Several managed to claw their way out of the throng but so many failed to surface, calls of encouragement lost in the crowd.
DEAD(?)
Keen (Level 8) (Day 11-29)
Chindor (Level 10) (Day 12-29)
Sevim (Level 8) (Day 17-29)
Sunshine (Level 9) (Day 18 -29)
Misaki (Level 5) (Day 23-29)
Myar (Level 5) (Day 23-29)
Constable (Level 6) (Day 24-29)
Murgen (Level 1) (Day 24-29)
Hesperus (Level 6) (Day 26-29)
Tristan (Level 5) (Day 26-29)
Sorrowrunner (Level 6) (Day 29-29)
Daleth > level 15
Piccante > level 10
Chorisma > level 8
Merrol > level 6
Cobra > level 7
Yinei > level 6
Watcher > level 7
Adare > level 7
Vegasah > level 7
Rosen > level 7
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20. Festival! The pack celebrates their continued survival, or the moon etc, with a festival! Roll a 4 sided dice for a blessing.
1. Your dragons are filled with vigour while celebrating! Randomize 5 dragons, they gain an extra life!
2. Other lycans are attracted to the festival! Roll 1d6 and buy that number of the cheapest dragons from the auction house for your pack, training them to lv6.
3. Your dragons wrestle each other in celebration! Level up all dragons lower than level 5 until they reach level 5. Dragons are invincible in Coli and cannot die while you level.
4. Your leader is filled with pride in seeing the pack thrive. They gain an extra life.
Daleth and Piccante shouted, pleaded and howled at the invading dragons as loudly as they could. Some of the closest heard and turned to listen, but it wasn't until the clouds parted to reveal a beautiful full moon that finally managed to get everyone to calm down. As they did they revealed a very panicked Cobra standing on tip-toe and grasping the idol overhead in attempt to keep hold of his Charge.
Finally peace as all heads stared in reverence at the silver disc. The idol was found, and the moon is full. This had to be a sign.
With everyone settled Daleth seized the moment to declare a festival for what has turned into a very special night. Food was gathered, instruments were brought out, song and revelry began to fill the air and everyone was happy. Even those thought trampled underfoot emerged from their hiding spots to join in.
Daleth took a place on the edge of the party to catch her breath and watch, the adrenaline of the shock giving way to pride. How spectacular! A group of her Pack broke away to join her, all sitting and watching. Some started shifting awkwardly. Someone coughed. It was young Tristan who broke the silence.
"I found my parents." he squeaked timidly, wringing his spindly fingers together. That caught Daleth off-guard. "And um. I-I'd like to go with them. I mean I like it here! B-but they're my family, so..."
"I understand." Daleth bowed her head. "What better time for this to happen after all?"
"We'd like to stay with him." Chi piped up. "Not that we don't trust his parents." Dor chimed in. "We're just really fond of him and they seem nice."
A few other voices agreed to wanting to join them, or another pack. Even Sunshine, the inadvertently-Turned had discovered that he enjoyed life as a lycan. The news was saddening, but with the moon and the idol and generally everything happening, it had to be. Once the festivities ended it was with complete pride that Daleth and her Pack waved the others off on their new journeys.
Daleth gains an extra life!
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Rejected dragon(s):






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The Deceased:










