dragon... bachelor | round i

[sansdoute]

( We interrupt your regularly scheduled sinister updates for a casual transmission viewable by all. A chirpy, scantily clad mademoiselle takes stage introducing, one at a time, portraits or visual footage of various dragons as she names them. )

Laaaaaaaaadiiiiiiies and gentlemen! Wait no more, wonder less, time to meet this year’s fiery dragon contenders who’ll fall head and smoulder for each other, in the latest, scaled-up season of…

DRAGON BACHELOR

DARIUS

He’s… moderately tall. Not particularly exercised. His rider… gave up after the third day of mounting. His nestmates say, ‘Bro, we all know you’re drooling, not flaming,’ and ‘His mother has to come pick up his scales every week.’ He never woke up in time for the war. He’s looking for a girl who can char his meat, keep his nest tidy, has no male dragon friends and has reeeeaaaallllll thick wing curves. He has zero aspirations, but he knows the 10,000 actual gold pieces he invested to buy an invisible magical coin token will one day rake in big.

He is Darius, and he is our… Dragon Bachelor. And he needs your help to find a bride. Although, like. Any girl would be lucky to have a nice guy like him.

MARIADORA

Luscious. Strong. Some say the party doesn’t start until she enters the demonic summoning circle — then, it bursts into flame. On the weekends, she defeats entire prides of lions single-clawedly. She’s just ‘always where the arson is, oops.’ She thinks she can make a real dragon out of Darius. VOTE FOR MARIADORA.

ELLIANE

Sensitive. A scholar. Mastered every single art of the known universe. Scoured it for another few. Came back with the seed of the incarnated apocalypse. It was awkward. She wants to be looked in her eyes, not in her tail. She’s a career dragon, a sorceress, a near-sighted, oft-squinting visionary. She wants to see Darius grow. But like, not too much.VOTE FOR ELLIANE.

ASIRAA

Nurturing. Kind. Lover of tradition and fine ethics. Her heart yearns for a time when male dragons fought knights errant and females gladly hoarded. She wants children. Many children. So many children. Put down the children. Strip down yesterday’s slaughter blood off her, and you’ll see she has the hips for them. She’s a homemaker, and she wants to call Darius… Daddy. VOTE FOR ASIRAA.

Now, viewers, you know the ropes: they say you can't be lucky in both love and money, but Dragon Bachelor is here to prove common wisdom wrong. Every fine gentleman and lovely lady can put their house-paid 10,000-coin chip forward on their pick for handsome Darius's bride. What a catch!

If the stars blink your way, and Darius chooses your guess... you earn ten times the reward. Don't forget! You can always take advantage of the cheeky virgin sacrifice option and put down the names of other prospective brides. Cast your vote, and let the best dragon gall win!


( ooc: Rules of engagement:

— every character can bet 10,000, free of charge. The house covers the first token.
— Vote here on your dragon lady of choice — remember, persuade your colleagues to vote the same way, and you increase your odds of winning! Just pitch the virtues of your preferred dragon lady.
— Alternatively, suggest a character as a 'virgin sacrifice' (virginity optional) to appease mighty Darius, and vote to get them into the next round. You can also assume a well-meaning NPC put your character's name down. Why not?
— This is open to everyone, irrespective of whether they were assigned to Eidris or Minaras. It has 0% plot bearing. Make it rain.
— You can treat this as a regular network post and threadjack to your hearts' content.

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Comments

[downswing]

Apologies. I have recalled her to you.

[northerndragon]

She is safe at home. I’ve had a letter from her, back when the beacon in the villages failed. She is the lady of a great castle. It suits her.

[downswing]

You will yet meet again. As I, my brother.

[northerndragon]

One day. We will have much to face, then, but we will do what we can. War is upon us there on two sides.

[downswing]

You have allies, resources?

[northerndragon]

We do, and a truce, for a time, on one front. We will do what we can. We fight the Dead there, as much as here, but they are different. An endless, mindless army with only a few masters.

[downswing]

But no dark waters. No ties.

[northerndragon]

No. It’s different. There are masters, and they have a king. They control the Dead as puppets. They want only to add to their armies. There is no lost son to make their king want to kill, no traveler turning people.

[downswing]

Your war is made simple.

[northerndragon]

Not simple in their numbers. They never stop — they never rest. Regular weapons do not kill them, only fire or obsidian, or Valyrian steel. But that last is rare. Valyria saw its doom four centuries ago.

[downswing]

A forge?

[northerndragon]

Dragonfire and spells made Valyrian steel, it is said. But no one can be sure, and no one can do it now.

We will forge obsidian into what weapons we can.

[downswing]

I envy your strength.

[northerndragon]

I wish I deserved that. My people do. We will do what we can.

[downswing]

You ride dragons there.

[northerndragon]

I don’t. She does. Drogon is much bigger there now.

[downswing]

I would not wish my son reverted.

[northerndragon]

I have lived longer in our world than she has. She remembers less — she was brought here a few years earlier than I was, though it was only a few weeks here. I met her here, first, but I know her there, now, too.

I know it sounds mad, but it is the way of things. Drogon is bigger than a mammoth there now.

[downswing]

( What is a mammo — )

...those of my world recall as I do.