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March 24, 2017 19:57:45

STORY AND LORE - - - HIRAETH'N SALES - - - FIRST-PICK RAFFLE

Welcome to the official Mistral Jamboree '17 GenOne Mass Hatch!

All scries welcome <3

Our total of eggs is currently 245. These have been gathered by myself, and donated by very gracious members of the Wind Flight and beyond! However, even with this hefty amount, I believe we can do better.

So, the Hireath'n Gales Mass Hatch is still accepting eggs!

By donating eggs to the Mass Hatch, you'll receive tickets to our First-Pick Raffle! Players who win a top spot in this raffle will be eligible to pick and keep select dragons of their choosing before sales and auctions begin.

Eggs will continue to be taken until the end of hatching today!
More information on egg donation here.

Our hatching hub, event information and lore can be found in this thread.
Egg hatches that will be sold or auctioned off are located at the Sales Hub.
The final portion of our event will commence post-hatching at the First-Pick Raffle.

Hatching begins on March 26th at 10:00FRT, sharp!

Egg hatches will be done in hourly waves, of 15-25, on the hour.
If you'd like to be added to the pinglist for each wave, please contact @Trapeze!

Our event badge!

Code:

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All art credits to the amazing:
@casuallySleepy

Last edited on Mar 26, 2017 22:19:32 by spiraltop

[size=4] [img]http://orig15.deviantart.net/4b88/f/2017/084/6/f/banner_mass_hatch_story_by_thesleepyghosty-db3jyue.png[/img] [img]http://i1187.photobucket.com/albums/z400/neoskyline/WindSymbol_zps59c078c3.png[/img] [b]Hiraeth'n Gales[/b] [/size] [img]http://oi61.tinypic.com/33w8h1t.jpg[/img] [left] [columns][color=transparent]looool[/color] Mistral's eve, a day forgotten amidst the hustle and bustle in the preparations for the following day, could be slated as non-eventful at best. Excitement for the year’s Jamboree overtook the time, with dragons in rush to assert their place above all else, even if just for the week. All from the Plateau readied themselves- preparations were made, all was in check. The festival was ready to commence by the falling nightfall. A symbol to proclaim their union, kites were placed as stars in a dusklight sky; gracing clouds above with subtle specks of green and vibrant emerald, meant as guides to lead their father back home from the land beyond Windstar Bay. The prayer was silent, but felt all around: perhaps this year [i]he’d[/i] come home. [columns][color=transparent]looool[/color]Throughout the commotion, however, none had paid many mind to the distant horizon, which turned a blooming crest of murky grays and reds presiding beyond the Southern Icefield. Those who gave a passing glance just as quickly looked away, dismissing the supposed paltry billow with words of pardon; “[i]it’ll pass in time, the weather is swift, Windsinger smiles his blessings upon us.[/i]” ----- [columns][color=transparent]looool[/color] The wind did not favor all of kind that night. Before the pass of night to early morning, the gales struck with a force of reckon, swiftly charging the plateau. Reeds whistled in the relentless winds, bending far beyond the point of mortal spine. The Cloudsong, regarded denizen deity closest to the skies, shuddered and rippled. Itself, no matter how great and peaceful, was still yet not impervious to the shrieking howls flying past. [columns][color=transparent]looool[/color] Few may have stirred with the sounds, but even less decided to fully rise from the night, choosing instead to grace their dreams of flight and fancy once more. To them, the mistral festival had not arrived, so no action was needed [i]quite[/i] yet. Rest was necessary even for the most rambunctious of hatchlings, all excited for the Jamboree. Though, being lulled back to slumber of the whistling white noise, all could guess this was the festival’s own grand entrance for the next morning. [/left] ----- [center][img]http://orig04.deviantart.net/282d/f/2017/079/f/0/storyboard1_by_thesleepyghosty-db2xhoc.png[/img][/center] [left][columns][color=transparent]looool[/color] While the gales flooding mainland brought upon a storm of unworthy rage to scrape the face of ground, another battle was fought against the tides. A ship, sleek, proud, and unbeknownst to the dozing land-bound, bucked and turned against an impossible enemy, all in attempt to stay above the crashing, ghastly waves. Each new roll resembling that of a gangly claw, reaching, [i]scraping[/i] against the wood-made majesty, who stood no longer of a chance. [columns][color=transparent]looool[/color] Full sail had long since been reached, fabric already starting to shred as claws of stiff air raked down and battered them. Any and all attempts to steer off the course of the thundercrack had failed. Nowhere to turn, and the waves only growing stronger with each lurch, there was but one option left for the mysterious vessel: [i]Move forward.[/i][/left] ----- [center][img]http://orig06.deviantart.net/8e2c/f/2017/080/7/b/storyboard2_by_thesleepyghosty-db34qk4.png[/img][/center] [left][columns][color=transparent]looool[/color] When the first stroke of lighting nicked the shores of a windswept island, all was over. The craft, once comparably as mighty and strong to the Cloudsong floating mere spaces above, was broken. Brackish water flooded the hull, changing the hollow beast to that of stone, and thus farther no match for the endless surge seeking to gouge on them, the unsuspecting land-bound. Walls of slate and sharp brick lined along the coast, a familiar sight for many passing by in times before, had since morphed and changed from the ship's initial arrival. The darkened spires grew weird and keen under the guise of pouring, black rain; shapes only from that of a nightmare, a proverbial shade-touched trap for wayward creatures, hardly visible to the eye but disastrous none the less in the sicklied, pale light of darkness. The rocks found their match, struck their target. [columns][color=transparent]looool[/color] Hounding rain slowly stilled and ceased in the wee endings of night, as the final bits of splintered board and shingle disappeared below surface of the shared waters. To the ignorant, the storm raged on and dissipated as it would of normally, no unnecessary qualms from it to be heard of. The unknowing, however, was all. [/left] ----- [center][img]http://orig05.deviantart.net/ca0f/f/2017/080/8/f/storyboard3_by_thesleepyghosty-db34qk9.png[/img][/center] [left][columns][color=transparent]looool[/color] And all was who awoke that morning, before the sun had licked up past the edge of the sky, nigh for when the first bright beams of day could grace the land, and thus every being could begin anew. Not without reason, though, as a peaceful zephyr called forward to awake their overdue brethren with the gentle touch of song chimes and chatter of leaves in constant motion. The breeze faded in and out, carrying the smells and colors of the crisp, fine morning, sending a ripple of excitement along the reeds and acres of untouched grass. Dragons soon found themselves to be strewn about the land, together in camaraderie to glean their plateau of wind-touched scrolls and other festival knick knacks; All were happy- this was the celebration they're long since awaited. [columns][color=transparent]looool[/color] With the passing tides, the fair and its convivial seemed to spread out farther with each passing wave. Soon enough, denizens of the Wind flight cavorted along the seaside, busily dancing about daily activities. It did not take long, however, for the notable disturbance that plagued the waters reaching Windstar bay and beyond. Those silky, untouched sands housing Tradewinds Gulls and their subtle footprints in the early morning had new decorations not all were familiar with. These were intruders amongst the flotsam, large and bulky, soaked with spray, sticking out with an unheard proudness from the seashore. [columns][color=transparent]looool[/color] Distrust found a current in the mummers between unrelated kin. [i]A joking gesture from another clan? A sign from the gods? Shipwreck? [/i]No tongue could find a point for solid ground; other debris was not able to be seen. Regardless, those who felt fearless stepped up, ready to face with fervor whatever could lay inside those unmarked crates. [columns][color=transparent]looool[/color] None could contain their shock at the passengers of these barnacle-covered cases. Once the lids had born torn off, leaving the inhabitants visible for all to see, the surprise ran with the wind like a shockwave along the plateau. Inside the dozens of boxes lining the waterfront was the most precious of cargos: [i]eggs.[/i][/left] ----- [center][img]http://orig13.deviantart.net/7fb0/f/2017/080/6/3/storyboard4_by_thesleepyghosty-db34qkt.png[/img][/center] [left][columns][color=transparent]looool[/color] Hundreds of eggs, all many shapes and sizes, were all pulled with speedy claws from the wooden cages they resided in, and placed in the gentle sands to warm them. Questions ran rampant once more, this time with more spirit and draw than the last. [i]What does this mean? Why our shore? From where do they come?[/i] No one could place it, as no one knew. [columns][color=transparent]looool[/color] It was with the first crack of an unattended egg that attention flew back to the beach. A gentle peep was heard from the first of many to come, and a single green-eyed child stared back at the mass of dragons who, to the newest, had so graciously come to watch him join their world.[/left] ----- [center][img]http://orig05.deviantart.net/2009/f/2017/080/f/4/storyboard5_by_thesleepyghosty-db34ql3.png[/img][/center] [left][columns][color=transparent]looool[/color] The moment found itself to be ephemeral, yet not long-lasting, as soon others began to hatch in wake. Dragons of all age and kind rushed together, greeting these hatchlings with an unfamiliar taste of mystery floating in the air. From whence they came was no longer important in this moment; these hatchlings, the wind blessed children of Sornieth, were to partake in the celebration, now slated their forever day, as well with the rest of their wind family. [columns][color=transparent]looool[/color] As the festivities recommenced, lairs full of new life and joy, the pondering of those who had witnessed events unfold reclaimed their place in mind, but were just as easily shoved aside. For now, they were regarded as Windsinger's gift, a fortune rebounded by homesick gales to grace the steppes and crescendo again.[/left] [center][img]http://orig13.deviantart.net/0187/f/2017/083/f/0/genone_dreg_badge_by_thesleepyghosty-db3co3i.png[/img][/center] ----- ----- -----

spiraltop

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March 24, 2017 20:26:23

Hiraeth'n Gales

looool Mistral's eve, a day forgotten amidst the hustle and bustle in the preparations for the following day, could be slated as non-eventful at best. Excitement for the year’s Jamboree overtook the time, with dragons in rush to assert their place above all else, even if just for the week. All from the Plateau readied themselves- preparations were made, all was in check. The festival was ready to commence by the falling nightfall. A symbol to proclaim their union, kites were placed as stars in a dusklight sky; gracing clouds above with subtle specks of green and vibrant emerald, meant as guides to lead their father back home from the land beyond Windstar Bay. The prayer was silent, but felt all around: perhaps this year he’d come home.

loooolThroughout the commotion, however, none had paid many mind to the distant horizon, which turned a blooming crest of murky grays and reds presiding beyond the Southern Icefield. Those who gave a passing glance just as quickly looked away, dismissing the supposed paltry billow with words of pardon; “it’ll pass in time, the weather is swift, Windsinger smiles his blessings upon us.”

looool The wind did not favor all of kind that night. Before the pass of night to early morning, the gales struck with a force of reckon, swiftly charging the plateau. Reeds whistled in the relentless winds, bending far beyond the point of mortal spine. The Cloudsong, regarded denizen deity closest to the skies, shuddered and rippled. Itself, no matter how great and peaceful, was still yet not impervious to the shrieking howls flying past.

looool Few may have stirred with the sounds, but even less decided to fully rise from the night, choosing instead to grace their dreams of flight and fancy once more. To them, the mistral festival had not arrived, so no action was needed quite yet. Rest was necessary even for the most rambunctious of hatchlings, all excited for the Jamboree. Though, being lulled back to slumber of the whistling white noise, all could guess this was the festival’s own grand entrance for the next morning.

looool While the gales flooding mainland brought upon a storm of unworthy rage to scrape the face of ground, another battle was fought against the tides. A ship, sleek, proud, and unbeknownst to the dozing land-bound, bucked and turned against an impossible enemy, all in attempt to stay above the crashing, ghastly waves. Each new roll resembling that of a gangly claw, reaching, scraping against the wood-made majesty, who stood no longer of a chance.

looool Full sail had long since been reached, fabric already starting to shred as claws of stiff air raked down and battered them. Any and all attempts to steer off the course of the thundercrack had failed. Nowhere to turn, and the waves only growing stronger with each lurch, there was but one option left for the mysterious vessel: Move forward.

looool When the first stroke of lighting nicked the shores of a windswept island, all was over. The craft, once comparably as mighty and strong to the Cloudsong floating mere spaces above, was broken. Brackish water flooded the hull, changing the hollow beast to that of stone, and thus farther no match for the endless surge seeking to gouge on them, the unsuspecting land-bound. Walls of slate and sharp brick lined along the coast, a familiar sight for many passing by in times before, had since morphed and changed from the ship's initial arrival. The darkened spires grew weird and keen under the guise of pouring, black rain; shapes only from that of a nightmare, a proverbial shade-touched trap for wayward creatures, hardly visible to the eye but disastrous none the less in the sicklied, pale light of darkness. The rocks found their match, struck their target.

looool Hounding rain slowly stilled and ceased in the wee endings of night, as the final bits of splintered board and shingle disappeared below surface of the shared waters. To the ignorant, the storm raged on and dissipated as it would of normally, no unnecessary qualms from it to be heard of. The unknowing, however, was all.

looool And all was who awoke that morning, before the sun had licked up past the edge of the sky, nigh for when the first bright beams of day could grace the land, and thus every being could begin anew. Not without reason, though, as a peaceful zephyr called forward to awake their overdue brethren with the gentle touch of song chimes and chatter of leaves in constant motion. The breeze faded in and out, carrying the smells and colors of the crisp, fine morning, sending a ripple of excitement along the reeds and acres of untouched grass. Dragons soon found themselves to be strewn about the land, together in camaraderie to glean their plateau of wind-touched scrolls and other festival knick knacks; All were happy- this was the celebration they're long since awaited.

looool With the passing tides, the fair and its convivial seemed to spread out farther with each passing wave. Soon enough, denizens of the Wind flight cavorted along the seaside, busily dancing about daily activities. It did not take long, however, for the notable disturbance that plagued the waters reaching Windstar bay and beyond. Those silky, untouched sands housing Tradewinds Gulls and their subtle footprints in the early morning had new decorations not all were familiar with. These were intruders amongst the flotsam, large and bulky, soaked with spray, sticking out with an unheard proudness from the seashore.

looool Distrust found a current in the mummers between unrelated kin. A joking gesture from another clan? A sign from the gods? Shipwreck? No tongue could find a point for solid ground; other debris was not able to be seen. Regardless, those who felt fearless stepped up, ready to face with fervor whatever could lay inside those unmarked crates.

looool None could contain their shock at the passengers of these barnacle-covered cases. Once the lids had born torn off, leaving the inhabitants visible for all to see, the surprise ran with the wind like a shockwave along the plateau. Inside the dozens of boxes lining the waterfront was the most precious of cargos: eggs.

looool Hundreds of eggs, all many shapes and sizes, were all pulled with speedy claws from the wooden cages they resided in, and placed in the gentle sands to warm them. Questions ran rampant once more, this time with more spirit and draw than the last. What does this mean? Why our shore? From where do they come? No one could place it, as no one knew.

looool It was with the first crack of an unattended egg that attention flew back to the beach. A gentle peep was heard from the first of many to come, and a single green-eyed child stared back at the mass of dragons who, to the newest, had so graciously come to watch him join their world.

looool The moment found itself to be ephemeral, yet not long-lasting, as soon others began to hatch in wake. Dragons of all age and kind rushed together, greeting these hatchlings with an unfamiliar taste of mystery floating in the air. From whence they came was no longer important in this moment; these hatchlings, the wind blessed children of Sornieth, were to partake in the celebration, now slated their forever day, as well with the rest of their wind family.

looool As the festivities recommenced, lairs full of new life and joy, the pondering of those who had witnessed events unfold reclaimed their place in mind, but were just as easily shoved aside. For now, they were regarded as Windsinger's gift, a fortune rebounded by homesick gales to grace the steppes and crescendo again.

Last edited on Mar 25, 2017 22:20:33 by spiraltop

[center][img]http://orig14.deviantart.net/e03a/f/2017/085/f/1/banner_mass_hatch_pinglist_by_thesleepyghosty-db3kozc.png[/img] If you would like to be added to the Sales Hub opening ping, please notify @Trapeze Dragons will start to be sold once has hatching has ceased! [b][size=4]Hourly Ping List[/size][/b] The mass hatch has officially begun! @ClockworkBishop @Kaitii @Boneless @Ixia @Zenzic @Chocoli @Ocellis @Phenix @Nryenth @AbstractAlgebra @WDGaster @Starfire0 @Apothecaria @Fay @PaintingSkies @Culex @nightmischief @Marceline @Kyoya @Mangoramune @Ametrine @BlackandTan @Fletchling @TheUltimateOwl @Kairoku @Saraceaser @Roiben @necrophades @Ribbons @DarkNiiinja @Phooka @felinekind @avianAnnihilator @Joydom @Meonox @Cedric @gardenvoir @biqua @Darkrait @Aurorous @ShamelessScalies @Lethia @Rayen @Bolas @Draconequis @Prey @HowlingGale @Venneris @graphicmacaroon @Selah @Turboblaze @Azcazach @Starsilver @SilverDragon568 @ClarkeGriffin @Doggo @MythNomer @Panderz @marropo @Hybro @Shadowdawn199 @Booktwist [b][size=4]Sales Hub Ping[/size][/b] @Roiben @Phenix @ClarkeGriffin @Mangoramune @avianAnnihilator @boneless @Saraceaser @WestWindSentinel @Fletchling @SilverDragon568 @Phooka @Doggo @MythNomer @Soulborg63 @ClockworkBishop @graphicmacaroon @WDGaster @Darkrait @Ocellis @felinekind @Draconequis @Panderz @Kyoya @marropo @Ametrine @Shadowdawn199 @Booktwist @Twizz @Hybro @WildFlora @Lunamore @gardenvoir @Ookamiotoko @HowlingGale @LaraAelric @staticmcawesome @Ribbons @casuallySleepy @L1BR4 @WhiteVixen @koijari @Venneris [/center]

spiraltop

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March 24, 2017 20:26:27

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If you would like to be added to the Sales Hub opening ping, please notify @Trapeze
Dragons will start to be sold once has hatching has ceased!

Hourly Ping List
The mass hatch has officially begun!

@ClockworkBishop @Kaitii @Boneless @Ixia @Zenzic @Chocoli @Ocellis @Phenix @Nryenth @AbstractAlgebra @WDGaster @Starfire0 @Apothecaria @Fay @PaintingSkies @Culex @nightmischief @Marceline @Kyoya @Mangoramune @Ametrine @BlackandTan @Fletchling @TheUltimateOwl @Kairoku @Saraceaser @Roiben @necrophades @Ribbons @DarkNiiinja @Phooka @felinekind @avianAnnihilator @Joydom @Meonox @Cedric @gardenvoir @biqua @Darkrait @Aurorous @ShamelessScalies @Lethia @Rayen @Bolas @Draconequis @Prey @HowlingGale @Venneris @graphicmacaroon @Selah @Turboblaze @Azcazach @Starsilver @SilverDragon568 @ClarkeGriffin @Doggo @MythNomer @Panderz @marropo @Hybro @Shadowdawn199 @Booktwist

Sales Hub Ping
@Roiben @Phenix @ClarkeGriffin @Mangoramune @avianAnnihilator @boneless @Saraceaser @WestWindSentinel @Fletchling @SilverDragon568 @Phooka @Doggo @MythNomer @Soulborg63 @ClockworkBishop @graphicmacaroon @WDGaster @Darkrait @Ocellis @felinekind @Draconequis @Panderz @Kyoya @marropo @Ametrine @Shadowdawn199 @Booktwist @Twizz @Hybro @WildFlora @Lunamore @gardenvoir @Ookamiotoko @HowlingGale @LaraAelric @staticmcawesome @Ribbons @casuallySleepy @L1BR4 @WhiteVixen @koijari @Venneris

Last edited on Mar 27, 2017 21:07:09 by spiraltop

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