Maris Weyrhold

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Pern had been free from Thread for many turns now. The population expanded and many people moved away from the Holds... the Weyrs were reduced to just two. Benden and Ista.

The Lord Holders saw no necessity for tithes and dragonriders, with the silver rain gone and their one-time protectors reduced to little more than messengers and freight carriers. Gone were the days when the Weyrs were worshipped and provided for; dragons weren't considered particularly special any more. There were roughly three hundred of the beasts left between the two Weyrs, each establishment with a single gold queen. Many people believed that the days of Threadfall were over and done with, hoping the Red Star would never return. The Harpers still taught their songs, but as time passed these ballads became less cautionary tales, and more fantastic stories for the amusement of young children. Pern was a changed place... and the Lord Holders ruled it all.

Maris Weyrhold was founded 28 Turns ago in the heart of the Southern Continent.

Maris, an old goldrider and the former leader of Benden, stepped aside to let the younger folks take over. She was sick of the scheming and subterfuge of the Lord Holders and Maris, like many dragonriders, was convinced that Thread would someday return. And when it did, Pern was going to be dreadfully unprepared.

The goldrider set off with a small force behind her; thirty-three dragonriders and one hundred and fifty weyrfolk. Together they made their trek to the South, searching for a place to settle and to build their new home. They found suitable land with a small lake nearby.... protected by the fabled grubs. Maris and those who had followed her soon set up the foundations for the future Weyrhold. Gold Maith rose some time after and a clutch of ten eggs was produced, containing two bronzes, two browns, two blues, three greens... and a gold. That gold Impressed to a young woman named Silvy, announcing her name to be Salzinith.

Sadly, Maris did not survive long enough to see her new home prosper. She came down with a fever some days after the clutch had hatched, and Silvy was faced with finishing the task that Maris had started, deciding to name the Weyrhold after its previous Weyrwoman. Meanwhile in the North, an unknown illness was sweeping across the land and the Lord Holders were steadily becoming more greedy and paranoid. They decreed that the Weyrs could no longer search candidates from their Holds, countless hatchlings went between. Dragons were now seen as parasites and a blight upon the good, hardworking Holdfolk. Pern turned on the dragonriders, and the Weyrs themselves began to fall victim to the illness.

Silvy sent word to the Weyrs that they would welcome the cornered dragons... but only if they were fit and healthy. She couldn't risk the disease speading to the Weyrhold. A small holding was set up near to the Weyrhold, and new arrivals were housed for four sevendays. A few sick dragons slipped in, but the disease was eventually confined and treated by the Healers, who had developed new methods over the turns of treating firehead and the myriad illnesses you could pick up in the South. Maris grew and began to find its feet. The dragonmen thrived.

Fourteen turns ago, Salzinith's flight was won by a bronze named Geth. She clutched fifteen eggs, and The Weyr rejoiced, but were left rather confused when three new colours also emerged. A fiery female Crimson with a temper to match, a bronze-sized Obsidian and a small Quartz who shimmered like a rainbow. The last of these mutations was female, and would later go on to clutch. The gold queen's last clutch of fourteen eggs, once again sired by Geth, contained even more baffling results. Two new colours... a female blue who called herself Sapphire... a gold who Impressed to a young man and a massive bronze who selected a tiny female. This greatly upset the more traditionalist riders at Maris, including Geth and his rider J'zib.

But now danger is returning. The Red Star has been seen in the skies once more and the dragons know what it means. During the hatching feast a haggard greenrider came with a grim message. There had been no word from the North in five turns, but A'kii and Zeykonasuth tell tales of a vicious cult, one whose members sacrifice dragonkind to the returning Red Star. The Northern Weyrs have already fallen. Maris is the last refuge.

Can the Weyrhold stand against this new threat to its survival, with Threadfall almost upon their heads?




HISTORY ~ DRAGONS ~ AVAILIBILITY

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What we feature:

- A few high ranks are still open
- Friendly mods and members
- A no-pressure enviroment
- Flexible character creation
- More frequent clutches
- Member-run clutches


What we need:

- A few brownriders for flavour.
- Crafters and weyrfolk are always welcome.
- Blueriders and greenriders. Gold star if you bring us one.
- Bad guys! Send your cult members to Jinx to be considered.
- Maris has frequent clutches so your candidates are welcome as well!


Current events:

- Firelizard hatching down on the sands.
- HAD contest running until the 12th of January.
- Crimson Syristh is rising. This ought to be interesting.
- Whers are presumed to be extinct, but is that really the case?
- A group of riders have been sent North to gather information.
- What will they find in the ruins of Ista and High Reaches…


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