Dragon Season

[Ren Vikarson]

Ok, if you want to join in then please make it clear either to me or in the discussion we've had in the scheming section. Just so we don't get a mess. 
Of course people are welcome to arrive but unless you want to ride in on your own dragon then hope you don't miss the ship. Vikings appearing out of nowhere would be pretty weird. 

Anyway this trip is for vikings who want to find a dragon or spend some time training their dragon. If you have any other reasons to come then feel free. 

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Ren lifted one arm high and bent the other behind his head grasping his other elbow and straining a little to work the stress out of his shoulders after a solid day managing the sails or rowing when the winds died down. Still the tall grey blotch on the horizon was close now, they'd be able to land in an hour at most. Turning from the bow of the old ship he glanced over the other vikings and then the supplies they had in the back.

Food, that was a check. Salted meats and boiled vegetables to keep them fresh for as long as they'd be here. Still, more than enough and hopefully there'd be good fishing here. 

Equipment, check. A collection of simple saddles and reins that should work on pretty much every kind of dragon they could find as well as a dog eared copy of the Book of Dragons. 

Weapons, another check. A few axes, swords, a crossbow. Just simple implements for the risk of dragon attacks. Hopefully it was just dead weight but Ren was happier to have it and not need it.

Finally, dragons. Ren ducked down as a Thornridge swept narrowly close over the boat making it rock awkwardly. That was a big check. 

Grinning out Ren looked out over the shore a collection of dragons leaping around on the cliffs and rocks before taking to the wing again as the boat bumped onto the shore. A pale Mudraker pressed its snout up to the timbers and nudged it a few times before turning away and leaping into the water when Ren dropped onto the beach. There shouldn't be any trouble finding a dragon for everyone who'd come and one that fit, no one wanted a dragon that didn't connect to them the moment they saw it. The small cove would make an excellent point for them to set their stuff in, somewhere to group up rather than just running around the island wildly.

[Brand Curador]

Thankfully, Brand's parents has been quick enough to wake him up at the right time. The viking was about to sleep way longer than usual, something he should not have planned since he knew he was participating to an excursion he considered important. Brand prepared himself and his supplies with haste, helped by this parent. At the end, the viking has not been late and could have been part of the trip.

It would be the very first time Brand visited the dragon island. He only knew that it was the main place for these creatures to bound with a partner and lay eggs, but also for vikings to look for a dragon to train. Brand's objective currently was to study the dragons being there, wishing to know way more about their behavior but also to learn what clues would make him know a dragon is wounded or sick, since he did not ask to Luna if she knew something about this. Obviously, Brand had no doubts about this but he wanted to learn by himself, this time.

The viking would put his bag in front of him, checking once again what was put inside. Clean clothes, if he ever needed them, some food and water for himself, but also a smaller bag containing around twenty fish. It was smelly when he opened it but Brand was still glad he thought about bringing some. Attached to the bagpack's side was a stroll bed, and to the other side a thick blanket. All of this was a little bit heavy but necessary, according to Brand.

Light tremors made the boat shake when it finally reached the shore. Brand would carry again his bag, descending the embarcation, now on the island's shore. The air there was different, maybe because there mostly were dragons there, thought Brand. He turned his head toward the outsider with a smile and came closer to him.

"Thank you for organizing this excursion. Tell me, are you hoping to meet a dragon too, or do you have one already ?"

Curious, the viking wanted to know if he would have the chance to see one of the passengers bounding with a dragon during this trip.

[Scorn]

The day was quiet, that is, until, a cry rang out on the island. It was an unfamiliar call to one youngster, who had been dropped off on the island by a few vikings, who hoped to set him free. Since he could not fly, he was pretty much stuck here for now. However, at the cry, the young nightmare lifted his head, looking around left and right quickly in hopes to catch wind of what was going on. A few dragons growled angrily, some huffed and others muttered their disapproval. Among the talk, as the dragons flew around the island in hopes to catch a better look, the youngster caught one familiar word; humans.

Although he knew it was unlikely, a spark of hope came into the young nightmares veins, hoping it was the human he had once known. Tiny wings and claws moved quickly as he scrambled to get a closer look. "It must be mama, it must be. Mama has come, mama has come for me! Mama, I'm here, I'm-" He stopped short as he came to the edge of the brush, for what he saw made his heart sink. There were humans, but not one among them was the one he had once known as his mama.

"Can't be. Surely mama is here..." He looked around, inhaling to try and get her scent, but alas... it wasn't there. Crooning sadly, he shuffled his claws, curling into a ball, and rather then crying like a human would, his scales would light up in flames as he could not yet control his emotions nor his abilities.

[Ren Vikarson]

Glancing back up at the boat as the other viking called down to him Ren paused. His natural inclination was to be pretty sour at the question, after all if he had a dragon why would he go by boat? Still he was trying to calm himself down and be more accommodating to the vikings of Berk. "Yeah, I'm not leaving until I've got one." Nodding to the other viking with a growing smirk he turned back to the beach. "Alright, lets get to work." Cracking his knuckles he broke into a sprint diving at the throng of dragons that had gathered further down the beach and abruptly darting upwards as the flock took off. Clinging to the back end of a Grapple Grounder Ren was whipped around as the dragon flew in circles trying to shake him off and eventually launched him into the water. 

It didn't take much time for him to swim back to shore but it did prove to him that he wouldn't be able to simply grab hold of one. Shaking off the worst of the moisture he leaned against the side of the boat and held his chin thoughtfully. A while back he'd decided to just grab whatever dragon took his interest, he'd tried reading the book and learning about the different species but could never settle on one particular breed. Brushing the water out of his hair he turned back up to the other viking. "So, I guess a slower approach might be necessary. Find somewhere they gather and nest so we can get close without scaring them off." 

[Brand Curador]

Everyone there seemed to be determined to get a dragon this day... Brand didn't seem to be part of them though. Glancing at the dragons curiously watching the newcomers, one would have been Ren's mount for a few seconds. The viking could not prevent himself from chuckling when Ren fell into the water, feeling like things would not be that easy after all. Didn't he learn that acting quickly and with strength is not the best way to bound with a dragon ? In the meanwhile, the dragon healer apprentice would watch the other dragons observing them. Some were growling of entertainement, others were worried in front of Ren's behavior. They were there to have peace, weren't they ?

When Ren came back with a quick conclusion to this try, the viking shrugged with a warm smile. "I suppose so." he replied before starting to walk away from the shore. "If you really wish to have a dragon, you should keep something in mind."
Brand remembered about SoftSting and her gentleness. So many things would not have existed if he acted like Ren just did, after all. The viking smiled some before continuing.
"If you really wish to have a dragon, make a dragon your friend. Not a mount."
Once this was said, the apprentice took another look into his bag, making sure there was still everything in there. "On my side, I'd just attempt to cure some wounds if any dragon has some. Up to one to choose to come with me or not. Either way... I might gain some friends."

[Ren Vikarson]

Wringing his hair out Ren couldn't help laughing to himself. "They're dragons, whatever you think they are still dangerous and if you go up to them acting meek and so submissive then you'll get swatted. Just like with people you need to show some backbone or no dragon is going to take you seriously." Shaking his hair back he looked into the boat for anything that he may be able to use. "You're from Berk, you must've read that book a ton of times. What does it say about finding the right dragon?" Stuffing a few fish and a length of rope into his bag he turned and looked out over the islands and all the dragons, so much variety. "I mean you're a healer, there are some obvious choices for you. A Prickleboggle or a Tide Glider, maybe a Hobblegrunt. I've no idea what kind of dragon I'm looking for." Shrugging his shoulders he looked around. "Something fast and powerful obviously but there are so many." Moving to a rock he sat down and stared out. "I've been thinking about it for hours. A Moldruffle, a Rumblehorn, a Raincutter, a Sword Stealer. I can't make my mind up." Starting to walk along the beach he looked over the numerous dragons, maybe all he could do was look.

There were plenty of the more common breeds, Nadders mostly but Ren never liked them. They were far too prissy and everyone seemed to choose them as if there was some superiority, he didn't see it. There were Gronkles too, but then boulder class were all so slow. Folding his arms behind his head he looked out over the various dragons with no idea where to really look.

[Freja & Joro]

Freja flew down towards the beach on her changewing, Joro. She'd been tailing the group, if not simply to make sure they were out of trouble. She knew they were out to find themselves some dragons and that was a pretty dangerous task, even for experienced trainers.
She landed smoothly on the beach beside the boat. Hoping off her dragon she walked up to the two boys. She'd only just become a rider but was already being entrusted with a task like this.
"I guess this is the spot where you guys are looking for dragons?" She runs her hand through her hair, looking around the beach. "Seems like a pretty good selection, I guess." She never had to chose a dragon, in a way her dragon chose her.
Joro settled down by a rock. He wasn't all that interested in this whole enterprise. He was only here to help out Freja. And what was a Dragon Rider without their dragon? Not much.
Freja paces around the beach. Dragon Island could be unforgiving. She'd never been there before as she'd always been kept out of the Dragon Island missions - She couldn't see why. The place didn't look too bad. Then again, she should know better than to think that. She rubbed her hand over her scars. Man, that's something I'd loooove to forget right now. She makes sure that her weapons are still attached to her belt. Even if she did have an acid-spitting dragon, a little extra reassurance was always good.

[Scorn]

The dragon lay curled up, muttering senseless nothings to himself, trying to reason with his own mind as to why his mother was not among this group of humans, "Mama not here... Why mama not come for me.... Mama will come.... Mama has to come..." He took a moment to crane his neck up and look at the group, as one boy seemed to attack a grapple grounder. It made Scorn sit up abruptly, taking a step backwards. For a moment he had a bit of fear run through him, but just then another human got off the boat; this one seemed rather uninterested in whatever it was they were doing, and seemed to relay some sort of advice to the boy. Scorn tilted his head, curiosity forming in his young mind.
For a moment Scorn thought about approaching them; it had been a long time since he had had a decent meal, and humans always seemed to have snacks hidden in their skins; how they did that was appalling and disturbing, and Scorn didn't want to think on that one for too long.


Before he could wonder for long, a third human came to the shore. But Scorn wasn't sure how much he trusted her, since she had just gotten off the back of a rather large dragon. At the moment he didn't think it was worth risking his neck to approach her, and the other boy just seemed too aggressive to be approachable... That left him with the second boy who had gotten off the boat; his eyes landed on him. It was then he decided he would approach this human; he seemed friendly enough... maybe Scorn could even get a bit of that thing humans called dragon nip.

Slowly, he came out from the brush, trailing along the side of the brush for a moment, head ducking and perking up to check the other humans every so often, to make sure none attacked as he made his way closer to the human known as Brand. Just when he was close enough, he made a soft, crackling sound sort of like a small roar, though it wasn't all too loud; perhaps just loud enough for him to hear. And there was Scorn, looking up at him, running a tongue over his maw, as he tilted his head, "Food?"

[Ren Vikarson]

Since things have gone quiet I'll try to give it a bit of a kick. 

Looking up Ren paused at another dragon passing overhead before coming to stop not far from them with a rider. Ren exhaled a little at the idea of someone being sent to watch over them and make sure they didn't end up in trouble. He'd never liked anyone looking over his shoulder and Berk sending someone because they seemingly didn't trust them to take care of themselves irked him further. "I guess. If thats a good thing." Flocks of dragons across the whole island, so many possibilities it made his head hurt to think about it. Moving back to the boat he hauled some of the stuff inside out and began placing it around where they could make use of it. Looking through the provisions he began filling a small satchel with anything that would be of use. Rope, a few fish, the basics used for trying to get his hands on a dragon. 

Turning back to the others he slung the pack over his shoulder and rested his weapon against the ground leaning on it. "Alright. We're not gonna find much just hanging around the beach." There were a few sea dragons basking around but they were starting to move into the water leaving just the changewing and the nightmare around their camp. The hatchling was far too small for him to consider for his dragon and seemed more interested in Brand anyway, he couldn't worry about that if he was out hunting for a full grown dragon. "I'm heading further inland, there should be a more dragons once we reach the forests." 

[Freja & Joro]

Freja grins. The liked this idea. "OK then. Race ya!" Freja jumps on her dragon and takes off into the sky. It may well be cheating, She may well be a cheat, but she didn't care. Ren was right though. While there was a reasonable selection there, the beach wouldn't be much help to a Viking that was trying to get a trust worthy dragon.
After thinking for a while, she realizes that she's in the air and begins to enjoy it. She loved flying. The wind in her hair, the salt on her face, she just liked that feeling of being free. Her blonde hair was flying behind her and her green eyes glimmered with excitement.
She thought for a bit as she flew further towards the forest. These boys were looking for dragons. They'd have to know what they're doing before approaching one. She only hoped that they did.
She flew down towards the forest, landing in a grotto. She looked around, hoping to see the others there soon. Or at least the one that was rushing off.
Joro yawns. Well, as normal as a dragon's yawn can get. These dragons were rather boring to him. He'd seen plenty of the same species on Berk. He wanted something exciting, maybe even another changewing.
Freja could see he was getting bored and she rolled her eyes. "Prissy."

[Ren Vikarson]

(As a thought we can split the party, Scorn and Brand can interact at camp and Ren and Freja can try to catch a dragon. We can then regroup for bonding with all our dragons.)

Leaping through the branches Ren dropped into an uncomfortable roll as the tree behind him ignited. Things had gotten pretty hot pretty quickly. A whole flock of dragons had broken out into a brawl and most of them were fleeing in all directions from the dragon that was trying to take charge. Turning back to look at it Ren grinned widely as the titan wing Moldruffle swept overhead its wings ablaze. "Magnificent." Still, it was clearly wreaking havoc, other dragons were scattering from the fireballs it was releasing and Ren was forced to throw himself to the floor as a Shovelhelm was thrown out of the air and crashed into the forest ahead of him. Glancing back as the Moldruffle swept down its wings beating the flames around them into a wildfire. "But that attitude is a problem." Turning back to the Shovelhelm he watched it roll uncomfortably its wing likely crippled from a clash like that. "Looks like Brand is gonna have practice too." Swinging his weapon out he held it ready between himself and the Moldruffle. There was no way this was going to end well but he didn't plan to back down with so many dragons hiding in the forest behind him. On foot in a clearing like this with the dragon hanging over him he was an easy target, he knew it and the look on the Moldruffles face showed that it knew too. "This is gonna be painful." The raging flame in the back of the dragons mouth was starting to glow through its teeth lighting up Ren like a dry wind. 

The sudden rush of heat darted around him and Ren felt a deep pain shoot through his right shoulder as he was thrown to the dirt. The blast of flame hit the earth not far from where he'd been and Ren looked up at the other dragon that'd swept him aside with a painfully thorny tail. A sticky red feeling was running down his back from where he'd been struck but without it he'd have probably been roasted. A large six legged dragon was stood wings spread in front of the Moldruffle its dark ashy umber colour subdued by the Moldruffles bright orange. Looking up at them Ren strained to push himself back onto his feet.