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Post by Atra on Jan 12, 2012 14:45:40 GMT -8
..::From Hope... To Infestation::..
It was turns ago that we became Pern’s infestation in a world which, under AIVAS, no longer needed us and soon brought Pern into its technology – run by steam (steampunk) due to the lack of the necessary fuels of the more developed worlds AIVAS said existed. Our Weyrholds didn’t protect us for long. Whatever they had thought… it wasn’t enough. Somehow, the dragons did not die off as they should have with the eradication of their enemy… but instead flourished with some… differences amongst the stock. Some mutations. Not that they were ever really studied. Seeing as how dragons were hated.
And so we were attacked and forced to become homeless wanderers. It wasn’t safe in groups. Whers, arrows, swords…. And this technology called guns which used some kind of distilled firestone. They would destroy our clutches… our homes. And we would move on. We never dared stay in large groups and never dared leave a queen without guards. The queens they wanted to kill more than anything. To stop the reproduction of the species entirely. But, of course, they failed. And some of us… we decided to retaliate.
That was the rise of Antaris Weyr, our enemy. They, led by a large black-colored queen with silver lining her hide… gathered up the riders who were scattered amongst the wilderness to take back what was theirs. They and the Weyrs they sanction – which are but shells in truth – are all that are allowed to rule. And they are the rulers. Some of us fought back. Some later than others.
Holders are left with no true safety, and as the world now falls apart, AIVAS and much of the area on which it were placed destroyed by the falling black rock, the return of Thread, and a new threat which may be more dangerous than any we have seen – an invisible predator… Well…. No one is safe now. The renegades stole the clutch of eggs that started the Renegade Camp Weyr… Which is not much of a Weyr, but it is a start on an island hidden by mist and legend to this point. Never visited and full of dangers of its own. We have run out of places to hide and every day we live with the fear we will be found. Simply because…. There is nowhere to hide. The war is going to come, whether we want it or not… and we, both holder and rider, may not be strong enough.
War is Coming.
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