Post by Tribal Admin on May 24, 2013 23:11:02 GMT -8
I won't crawl on my knees for you
I won't believe the lies that hide the truth
Pern isn't what it used to be. The Northern continent is ruled by an iron-fisted dictatorship. Lesser Weyrs have been transformed into prisons for political rivals. Male Greenriders are despised and often nothing more than slaves. Descendants of a tyrant govern the Northern Empire from Benden Weyr and anyone who disagrees with them is forced to pay the price. But not everyone chose to submit to this gross abuse of power.
I won't sweat all day long for you
We sow the seeds to see us through
Long ago, when the dictatorship of Bronzerider F'rir was first established, an escaped Greenrider fled to the Southern Continent and, with the help of other malcontents, founded a new home. Today, they call themselves the Tribe and have developed their own unique customs and ideas. Though they practice a strict isolationism against the brutal North, they are often forced to Search from Northern holds to supplement their miniscule population.
Our days are precious and so few
We all reap what we are due
As the saying goes; all good things must come to an end. The isolationism that Tribal Weyr practiced so stringently over the turns was shattered. Though, as these things happen, it was not a single incident that finally broke the glass bubble they lived in.
The North, guided by the Benden Weyrleader and the coordinates supplied by his daughter, descended upon the Southern Continent to retrieve their stolen Telgar Queen and destroy the last free Weyr. Tribal. The Southerners were vastly outnumbered, but they proved themselves to be savage fighters. The siege lasted three days, and in a bizarre twist of fate the end of all the death was the beginning of new life. Lilliath, Senior Queen of Tribal, rose for her mating flight, challenging the Northern bronzes to chase while the Southern males used the opportunity to cut them down. With the death of the Northern Dictator and his dragon, the attacking forces fled back home disorganized and shaken. The clutch born of this flight has hatched quite a few healthy dragons.
A tentative peace settled between the North and the South as neither made any moves against the other. Still remaining in strict isolation, the Tribe soon discovered that peace was an illusion. A Tribal queen, assumed dead after her rider, a daughter of Telgar's Weyrleader, forced her to return North, crashed on Southern shores with eight eggs hidden by her broken body. The second queen to escape from the North, Zenith would not let her children be raised in the North. A Southern queen, she returned to her home long enough to ensure her children's safety. Her eggs were placed on the sands with the Southern clutch, and hatched alongside them. But with the usual happiness and joy that comes with a hatching came also a portent of death; a white dragon hatched, spewing forth addled 'prophecy' about 'The Reckoning' and 'The Burning'. He was thought to be insane, and was slain where he stood on the sands as a last effort when he tried to force an Impression on his bronze sibling's rider, but some still think he may have been something more than a lost, crazed creature hunting for a part of himself that was not there... still. With the clutch also came glad tidings in the birth of twin golds. It seemed to be a glad ending to a sad event.
Now the white has been dead for near two turns, and the Tribe's Senior Queen, Gold Lilliath, has risen again and clutched on the sands. Many look forward to the hatching of her eggs as a sign of good tidings. Still... some may notice the tension between the Senior and Junior Weyrwomen... and the way the Weyrwoman appears to be ill as of late...
A clutch lies on the sands. The Weyr is tense. But the Tribe is determined to press on as normal, even as the North's dictator, Fi'ar, plans for something far more sinister during the apparent peace since the siege...
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Most Recently: At the recent Touching of the Movie Royale clutch, Senior Queen Lilliath's rider succumbs to the poison infecting her for weeks. During a private conference with Junior Weyrwoman Raetslia (already mistrusted for being of purebred Northern stock) Senior weyrwoman Czek lost control, and an altercation ensued. While none know the true cause of the matter, Czek was struck dead. Lilliath, in a rage fueled by the loss of her rider and torn by the clutch she yet had to guard on the sands, struck out at the only possible cause for her rider's death; the Junior Weyrwoman. The Junior queen protected her rider, as any dragon would do, but the fight ended badly, and both golds went between.
The Senior weyrwoman lies dead. The Junior weyrwoman is imprisoned, on trial for her murder. The Weyr falls into the hands of still-unrisen weyrling golds, and a clutch lies unguarded on the sands. The Weyr is falling apart at the seams, and the North is poised to strike.
The factions that were already beginning to emerge within the Tribe are solidifying and taking stands. The question still remains: should they try to reconcile with and rejoin the North or find a way to re-establish the secrecy that once kept them safe for so long? What side will you choose?
Welcome to Tribal Weyr![/align]
We are a semi-canon Pern site looking for members of all kinds. We offer:
[*]A dragon clutch on the Sands. (And a second clutch plotted and forthcoming in a different Weyr, in a site-wide kidnapping plot!)
[*]Lots of plot-based rp involving everyone inside and outside the Weyr.
[*]Non-sexuality based dragon Impressions and OC applications.
[*]A unique species of pet called a 351, which is half-feline and half-wher.
[*]NEEDED: Candidates for dragon and wher clutches, HEALERS, shady characters, wher-handlers, 351 pack-handlers, dragonriders, Leadership positions (Wingleader, Wingsecond, WeyrlingMaster, WherlingMaster), pretty much anyone and everything is welcome!
[*]Open for Two Years and going strong!
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