Post by AW Advertising on Aug 10, 2009 7:30:21 GMT -5
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Ayden Weyr: a place created by dragonriders of all ages to be a home, a sanctuary and a protector. But people wanted more, they wanted to be free of everything else, they wanted a haven where they could relax, free from everything they had ever done, free from their past. So they moved South. The North Western coats of the Southern Continent was made their home, and they made a Weyr to rival any other with it's size and complexity. They chose experienced riders, strong riders and Queens that would sire and dam the new Southern generations of dragons. In the First Interval, Ayden Weyr was created, announced open and people and riders alike flocked to it.
But people had family in the North, dragons had their hatching sands and despite the new start, people were still worried about the past. They kept in touch with the Northern Weyrs, offering support and getting support as the dragon population flourished and eclined. Transfers were made as people began feeling more homesick, but the new generation kept firm hold to the South which stopped any talk of the Weyr being abandoned. Things moved along smoothly, babies and eggs hatched, dragon graduated, people moved on with their lives. Their bond with the North grew stronger everyday, each hatching brining more and more vists to either continent till soon it seemed like the South was merely a part of the North, and vice versa. People came on holiday to the Holds and Halls that had built up under the Weyrs ender care, and sometimes they even visited the Weyr itself.
Threadfall struck. The South was left unprepared, with too few dragon wings finalised and far too many dragons being used as transport to the North. Things needed to be changed; rapidly. Nobody suggested that dragon travel should be stopped, but soon all the Weyrs were argueing about it, pushing forward names and accusing each other like children. Ayden was at the top of the list. Still small compared to the Northern Weyrs, it was fond of the Northern Weyrs help, it's support. Without it it's dragon population wuld shrink, quite a few of them belonging to Northern Weyrs but only here to help. Thread had ruined everything, not only crops and land. They were faced with choice after choice as more and more riders were called from the South to the North, as contatc grew less and less and the dragon population was spread thin as casualties rose and transport between the two continents continued. Finally they were left with only one: seperate completel, or face extinction. Many chose to leave after that, the Holds and Halls emptying slightly as people picked up and left with the last of the Northern riders. But those that were born there, those that were more in touch with the South stayed. And they fought.
The memory of the North slowly dissapeared, being reduced to rumours in little over twenty years, and still with the rest of the Pass to go. Finally they were nothing more then legends and myths, bed times stories for children. The tale of how Ayden became Ayden was little more then fairy tale. It's founders all but forgotten, and it's heroes dead and buried. Things changed as knowledge was lost, and as the Second Interval came and went, many more coming after it, people grew hidebound.
And now Ayden faces more challenges after Turns of growing ignorant have been and gone. The lack of breeding stock in dragons have forced new and strange colours to pop up, from the two Silvers, to the two Bloodstones: Silvers, capable of clucthing with hide like pure moonlight, Azures, almost as large as Blues with a blue tinge to their hide, Crimsons, with a second hide covered in stains, and finally Blacks, stealing their brothers second hide only for it to make them darker. Rumours have sprung up, tales spun of armies massing, dragons in astounding numbers grouping over the ocean, and not even Ayden Weyr dares to investigate. But of course, they will not flinch, life must go on.
[/center]BECAUSE THERE IS ALWAYS A BEGINNING
[/size][/color][/font][/right]Ayden Weyr: a place created by dragonriders of all ages to be a home, a sanctuary and a protector. But people wanted more, they wanted to be free of everything else, they wanted a haven where they could relax, free from everything they had ever done, free from their past. So they moved South. The North Western coats of the Southern Continent was made their home, and they made a Weyr to rival any other with it's size and complexity. They chose experienced riders, strong riders and Queens that would sire and dam the new Southern generations of dragons. In the First Interval, Ayden Weyr was created, announced open and people and riders alike flocked to it.
AND WE CAN NEVER FORGET
[/SIZE][/color][/font][/right]But people had family in the North, dragons had their hatching sands and despite the new start, people were still worried about the past. They kept in touch with the Northern Weyrs, offering support and getting support as the dragon population flourished and eclined. Transfers were made as people began feeling more homesick, but the new generation kept firm hold to the South which stopped any talk of the Weyr being abandoned. Things moved along smoothly, babies and eggs hatched, dragon graduated, people moved on with their lives. Their bond with the North grew stronger everyday, each hatching brining more and more vists to either continent till soon it seemed like the South was merely a part of the North, and vice versa. People came on holiday to the Holds and Halls that had built up under the Weyrs ender care, and sometimes they even visited the Weyr itself.
BUT THINGS CHANGE
[/SIZE][/color][/font][/right]Threadfall struck. The South was left unprepared, with too few dragon wings finalised and far too many dragons being used as transport to the North. Things needed to be changed; rapidly. Nobody suggested that dragon travel should be stopped, but soon all the Weyrs were argueing about it, pushing forward names and accusing each other like children. Ayden was at the top of the list. Still small compared to the Northern Weyrs, it was fond of the Northern Weyrs help, it's support. Without it it's dragon population wuld shrink, quite a few of them belonging to Northern Weyrs but only here to help. Thread had ruined everything, not only crops and land. They were faced with choice after choice as more and more riders were called from the South to the North, as contatc grew less and less and the dragon population was spread thin as casualties rose and transport between the two continents continued. Finally they were left with only one: seperate completel, or face extinction. Many chose to leave after that, the Holds and Halls emptying slightly as people picked up and left with the last of the Northern riders. But those that were born there, those that were more in touch with the South stayed. And they fought.
AND WE MUST FIGHT THROUGH THEM
[/SIZE][/color][/font][/right]The memory of the North slowly dissapeared, being reduced to rumours in little over twenty years, and still with the rest of the Pass to go. Finally they were nothing more then legends and myths, bed times stories for children. The tale of how Ayden became Ayden was little more then fairy tale. It's founders all but forgotten, and it's heroes dead and buried. Things changed as knowledge was lost, and as the Second Interval came and went, many more coming after it, people grew hidebound.
BECAUSE WE WILL LIVE
[/SIZE][/color][/font][/right]And now Ayden faces more challenges after Turns of growing ignorant have been and gone. The lack of breeding stock in dragons have forced new and strange colours to pop up, from the two Silvers, to the two Bloodstones: Silvers, capable of clucthing with hide like pure moonlight, Azures, almost as large as Blues with a blue tinge to their hide, Crimsons, with a second hide covered in stains, and finally Blacks, stealing their brothers second hide only for it to make them darker. Rumours have sprung up, tales spun of armies massing, dragons in astounding numbers grouping over the ocean, and not even Ayden Weyr dares to investigate. But of course, they will not flinch, life must go on.
EVEN IF WE'RE FORGOTTEN
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I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao