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Dalibor is a semi-canon Dragonriders of Pern site. No knowledge of the series or site is required to join; players of all experience levels are welcome here. Founded in 2008 on Proboards and moved to Jcink in 2013, Dalibor has been running for nine years.

Winter, 18th Turn, 11th Pass

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Winter is in full swing as the Northwest reaches the middle stages of the cold month, and Dalibor, taking full advantage of a crackdust filled break in Threadfall, is back at it again. Delving into the Southern ice and snow, they have paired with Grove Weyr to fully explore the lands they only slightly uncovered the previous turn during the Jungle Expedition. This, however, will not be a warm and relaxing waltz through the woods; although was it ever that to begin with?
Rayna of Gold Couineth - Boo

Z'dyn of Iron Baihujinth - Rhia

Jr. Weyrwoman
Jali of Copper Laanasuth - Rii

Jr. Weyrleader
Os'nin of Blue Alwanath - Aerona

Norla of Bronze Norsk - Ives

Oreanda of Bronze Osk & Blue Oresk - Ruin
Der of Grey Desk - Rii

K'ton of Blue Ironth- Jenn
S'vor of Green Absinth - Ruriko
Nia of Pink Koeneth - Catsitta

Ijo of Brown Isk - Rhia
Pavir of Blue Pavisk - Captain
Swithin of Blue Swisk - Ives

Ulian of White Rivath - Ruin
Zanii of Black Zansk - Leo





Dalibor was created by Bre, continued by Cathaline, and is now owned and operated by Ruin. Most of the information, rules, and graphics were made, compiled, or written by staff with credit given to those whose resources they used. Stock thanks to credited parties. All characters and posts are copyrighted to the members of the game. No material from this site should be copied in any way, shape, or form without utter express permission from the members and staff. All references to worlds and characters based on Anne McCaffrey's 'Dragonrider of Pern' series are copyright Anne McCaffrey 1967-2017, all rights reserved. The Dragonriders of Pern is registered U.S. Patent and Trademark Office, by Anne McCaffrey, used here with general permission for non-commercial purposes without monetary gain.

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 Terra Incognita, {Couineth Clutching No. 5}
 Posted: May 1 2017, 12:48 AM
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Elius yawned, baring his large teeth as he settled into a more comfortable position near Couineth much to the dragon's distaste. He was... Kind of... Cute she had to begrudgingly admit but that didn't mean she had to like him. The spotty creature was almost as bad as Sherbie and then there was the other one. Sometimes she truly did wonder whether these things happened to her just to make life difficult in general. Like how she was so full with eggs. Stupid eggs. It was never comfortable to lie there when she had eggs.

Couineth looked over at her Rider who was busy sleeping. Lazy. Doesn't even notice when her dragon is clearly in distress. The gold settled for a brief moment and tried again.
Oh... Oooooh. Ow.
But Rayna slept on. The gold dragon pouted a moment more. Well, she supposed Rayna could have her sleep. She had been busy the past few days or so. Couineth just found it terribly hard to get comfortable when she had eggs in her belly. Elius was now stretched out practically on his back. Well, didn't he look comfortable. Couineth stared at the feline a moment longer before snaking her tail around and prodding him slightly but he slept on. She prodded him again and this time he moved, paws moving as he rolled onto his side and stood abruptly. By this point, Couineth had pulled her tail back as the feline looked around. Served him right for being comfortable when she was so tired.

The dragon watched as the feline stretched, yawning again and then looked around before moving towards where Rayna lay, readying himself to lie nearby on her furs. Then the pain actually did hit. This awoke Rayna who sat bolt upright.
Couineth stated to her rider rather bluntly before laboriously getting to her feet and making her slow way down to the hatching sands. She knew Rayna would follow.

Couineth landed and began about her business, building a nest for her eggs, taking care to position the eggs in a way that simply seemed natural to her. She moved around in a circle as she did normally, ensuring the eggs were all carefully positioned. Rayna entered the cavern as Couineth finished with her eggs and began counting. There were sixteen in total. No.

Rayna stopped again by the first egg, the one closest to the entrance.
It's covered with sand. She stated, You wouldn't be hiding anything, would you?
Couineth turned to look at it and scoffed mentally.
No, I am far beyond that now.
Carefully, she removed the sand. It was as though the egg was buried to its eyes and no matter how hard she tried to clear the sand, it kept falling over the egg again.
Well, all right just leave it for now.

Rayna moved from the practically buried egg to the next egg. It was almost perfectly rounded and leaning against the next egg. Around the second egg were a couple of brownish lines. Rayna thought it interesting considering that the third egg was slightly less properly shaped. It was a concern to her that the third egg almost seemed more misshapen than some of the other eggs of the clutch. Couineth had not missed the third, greenish egg. It had certainly not gone unignored.
Do you think it is ok?
The worry was unlike the face Couineth portrayed but Rayna could tell that Couineth would fret over this egg more than any of the others. Rayna pursed her lips.
I do not know. Perhaps we will have to bring one of the healers out to look at it...
This seemed to calm Couineth slightly as she settled. Privately, Rayna was worried by the curved egg. It almost looked like an arch or something similar. Still, time would tell. She moved on to the next egg.

The fourth egg was brilliantly red. Vibrantly so. In some ways, Rayna hoped that was all the red it contained. She could not deny the benefit of having red dragons but there was always that concern. In front of this egg, the fifth was lain on its side almost as though it were sleeping. The sixth egg stood tall and lean, delicately propped up between the largest egg of the clutch and the red egg. The seventh and eighth eggs lay side by side almost brothers. Twin colours. Small and white. Behind them, hidden in the middle of the clutch was the ninth and tenth eggs. The ninth stood upright whilst the tenth lay on its side.

Beside this was the largest egg comparable in size only to the blue egg beside it. The eleventh egg towered over the rest of the clutch and showed green markings on its lower side. Then there was another larger egg in front. The twelfth egg a sandy yellow sort of colour with some spots. In front of this was the thirteenth egg, a small pinkish egg. A rather delicate and pretty looking colour. Behind this, the fourteenth egg was a brilliantly bright blue as though the light were hitting the water on the shoreline just right.

Then the darker blue egg, the fifteenth egg. It too had a beautiful colour but this one seemed to look like the deepest ocean. Then came a deep red egg with a white line across it and next to this, a blue egg that looked larger at the back. Almost like a pear.
Well, they seem pretty good if you ask me.
Rayna nodded her head.

Baihujinth, our eggs are ready for you to see. We have a good number of them. Couineth ruffled her wings happily and tried to move the sand of the first egg again but every time she did more sand just seemed to fall on it until she finally gave up.
Come see and bring Yours, he should see too.
Rayna lay a hand on Couineth's side.
They may want to sleep my dear, it is past midnight.
Who, I ask, would want to sleep through this it is marvellous.

Rayna pulled a face but said nothing.

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 Posted: May 1 2017, 07:13 PM
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Baihujinth's mind pressed His. Z'dyn was indeed asleep; but it was restless. It had been restless since the departure of his spouses. His world had been grayed, decimated, since the abandoning of his bed by those he had loved, those he'd trusted.

His fingers curled in the cold sheets, a slow breath exhumed from his chest before he cracked open an eye.

She calls to us, MineOwn. Couineth has laid. I wish to go see the younglings we have soon wrought.
Don't lemme keep you.
She asks for you, as well.

Z'dyn's brow went up, over the visible ice-blue sliver. All the same, he groaned and dragged himself out of bed, shoo'ing the Iron to the Sands once he'd been dropped off by the kitchens. Baihujinth pounced on a herdbeast, bleeding the creature so it wouldn't make a mess, before it was carted with him to the mother of his hatchlings. He was careful not to back-wing too hard and blow sand everywhere, and set the freshly-killed corpse in front of the Gold Queen with nary a second thought.

You call. And I have answered. Mine will be along shortly. You know how Z'dynMine is without his klah.

A few minutes later, Z'dyn wandered in; two mugs and a container of klah, as well as three wraps of meatrolls - one of which was offered in its entirety to the Weyrwoman, along with a mug for Klah. Kee clung to his shoulder, Latch and Lauque buzzing sleepily around his head before they alighted on Baihujinth's headknobs as the enormous King inspected his for-the-meantime mate's handiwork. As Couineth and Rayna had concerned with, the spit of a green egg, oblong and bent, was nosed gently. He said nothing in the interim; obviously the Gold who had laid it, knew of its oddity. He wasn't in the habit of pointing out the plain-as-day in anything.

Zeke leaned on the wall, hair unbound, as Kee climbed over Hers' massive shoulders through it, and cheeped a greeting at the Weyrwoman. Z'dyn tore off a bit of meatroll, holding it up for her, which brought the other pair over. A couple of the meatrolls were split apart and put out for his flits to eat, while Z'dyn bit into another and studied Rayna curiously for a moment.

"What's wi' the pile'a sand over there?"

Very little escaped Z'dyn's attention. It had been a painful recollection, that he focused more on his work life, and his social surroundings - when they existed - than he did on his romantic life. It was a reason, he suspected, that he'd missed all the signs of unhappiness among his spouses. Perhaps only part of the reason he'd shunned any other attempted relationships since. It was better that way. Lonely as all shards, but better. Less heartache, less distraction.

He didn't ask about G'len. He didn't care. As far as he was concerned, Rayna was his friend. G'len was hers as much as she seemingly belonged to him, and he liked it that way. Perhaps, he hoped, both of them found a bit of a kindred spirit in one another, and life was perhaps a little less lonely for them.

He didn't get that option. He'd never have it again.

"Gonna get the guards t'come keep an eye on things? M'sure Bai'd stick around the whole time, too, y'wanted 'im to. All I know's I don't want no egg stabbers showin' up, like we'd had that whole problem wi' Laanasuth's clutch."

It was a black eye on a Weyr who had already earned the battery from the dozens of other Weyrs across Pern. Z'dyn wasn't about to let anything else like that happen on his watch. The changing of the proverbial guard from G'len to himself had been somewhat cold, but he expected nothing less. It didn't matter to him. He was now in possession of the information he needed to correct any current and future issues with things, as much as he could do in his current rank, and that was all that mattered to him.

The priority of which, was ensuring the safety of Dalibor's current and future clutches from the hands and blades of traditionalists. The memory, the very word, set his blood to boiling. Traditionalists, pah. To kill a dragon not even from the shell, was to make a mockery of everything Pernese stood for. To kill a dragon not even from the shell, was to kill countless thousands of livestock, people, and lands, because it was one less flame against a seemingly endless army of silver death.

They were fools. Nothing more, nothing less. Misguided, unfortunate souls who believed that just because a color hadn't existed from Kitty Ping's original productions, that it automatically meant the dragon whose hide it belonged to had forfeited their life.

He could think of only a handful of more ignorant beings, and most of them were no longer present at the Weyr.

Another bite of meatroll, before he looked out across Baihujinth, doting over his favorite Queen; there was no secret among the masses that Couineth was special to the scar-marked Iron. Waroth had been his favorite, but Couineth would always have a place in the old King's heart. Regardless of her temperment, Baihujinth found her irresistible, alluring, and for all the proclamations of his never chasing again, he knew he'd never be able to hold back the desire to follow Couineth to the ends of the world and back again.

"S'what y'think," he finally spoke up, soft as it always was. "Think we're gonna earn the ire'a all the other Weyrs wi' some new mutant color, 'gain? Or mebbe we've got the usual suspects, this time?"



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