Hello, good people of Libertas. This is for those of you with dragonriders over at the Island. There is a new Wing being formed over there, and that means we are in need of a new Wingleader and a new Wingsecond. Now, I realize that things at the Island are perhaps a bit different than things are at the mainland Weyr, but hierarchy will remain the same, so take a good look over the Wingleader and Wingsecond sections of this thread, so that one's duties in that position are well known.

Once you have done this, look over and fill out this form. You are welcome to spruce it up however you see fit:
Character's Name: The name of the character you wish to apply.
Character's Dragon: Please include the dragon's rank as well as their name.
Preferred Postiion: Wingleader or Wingsecond. If either is NOT desired for any reason, please include that as well. Keep in mind that only Bronze and Brown riders are being considered for Wingleader, while riders of all dragons from Bronze down to Red in rank are being considered for Wingsecond.
Wing Drill/Threadfighting Sample: This does not need to be made specifically for this audition. While the character being applied for the position would be preferred, merely an example of your skills in this area would suffice.

Any rider pair that does not have a clutching dragon or that is currently Jr. Weyrleader may apply, though Blue and Greenriders will regrettably have to wait for another time to apply for an open Wingthird position. More than one character per person may be offered if you have more than one at the Island, though most likely only one of them will be accepted.

Okay, since this kind of fell to the wayside a bit, I'm bumping it, as well as extending the due date a bit. You now have until FEBRUARY 5TH to get your entries in, and those from the Beauty/Beyond class that are transferring to the Island are welcome to try for Wingsecond!

Character's Name: Sa'ren
Character's Dragon: Bronze Thath
Preferred Position: Either Wingleader or Second (no real preference) of Burning Caldera wing
Wing Drill/Threadfighting Sample:

Wingsecond D'nor of Platinum Rilaith


Rilaith snarled as he joined Anahirath and the rest of the wing in the skies. Their ancient enemy was arriving and there was much at stake this time. There were several young weyrlings to protect as well as the Hold and Weyr. They couldn't afford to be lax in their fighting today.

Let us fly proud and true today wingmen and women. We have a lot at stake. the platinum spoke wings beating at a steady pace. At the rear center he had a good view of the rest of the wing. He would also be able to spot any trouble they would be having. A rumbling growl vibrated through his throat as the dark cloud of Thread descended toward them.

Steady now, Rilaith. It'll reach us soon enough. D'nor thought patting the platinum's neck. Rilaith rumbled an agreement. The platinum watched for a moment longer before turning his head to look at his rider.

Stone, D'nor. It is time. The dark haired rider gave the platinum firestone to chew. The silver male carefully chewed the piece feeling the reaction in his gut. Time to burn some Thread.

"Ready?"

Ready. Wingmen! Aim carefully. he spoke before opening his maw. Now, FLAME! he called out as flame shot from his maw to char the silver rain.




Wingrider C'lin of Red Oth


Thread. C'lin had always dreamed of fighting Thread, flying through the skies flaming with his dragon. Now that it was upon him a mixture of anxiety and excitement coursed through him. Part of him couldn't wait to prove himself but another part was scared to lose Oth or get injured severely. So he was more than a little conflicted at the moment.

C'lin, pay attention! Or I will drop you myself. Oth snarled snapping his rider back to the present. The blonde gave a cheeky grin.

Nah you'd miss me too much. he teased the red as he gave Oth a piece of firestone on the wingsecond's command. The red huffed as he chewed the firestone and when Rilaith gave the command the red let out a roar.

FOR LIBERTAS! the red called out flaming.

Character's Name: K'lin
Character's Dragon: Lorcanth
Preferred Position: Wingrider, honestly, but if you need him then Wingsecond
Wing Drill/Threadfighting Sample: Yeah, this is Reni and My... Khal and Lor haven't fought thread yet or drilled.

Ash from above sweeped down in a visible cloud from the first wave of flame. Mysaoth created a cloud of his own as a clump passed down beside him, then raised his head and caught a shot of ash in his face. The stinging hot particles found his eyes and sucked into his nose, and the dragon roared with pain, his eyes snapping shut.

R'nianon straightened immediately and looked first to his injured dragon, then up at the sky as Mysaoth dropped his head and rubbed at his eyes to clear them, leaving them both vulnerable to an attack. "Mysaoth between!" he yelled, seeing a cloud of thread descending quickly upon them. The platinum did not hesitate. In a moment he was gone, the thread flashing gold the instant before black enveloped everything.

//Mysaoth?// he questioned in the brief lapse of reality. //Ash in my eyes, I'll be fine in but a moment back in the air. No scores,// the dragon briefed him, appearing again in reality upon the last syllable. Air exploded around them, the sound deafening after the silence of the void. They were slightly behind their place in the line, but the thread clump was already gone, a smoldering cloud dissolving below them, under fire from the vivid blue Necromicath that had apparently just appeared and joined their place. Mysaoth took a few moments as the blue covered for him to clear his eyes, then surged forward back into his place.

//Well flamed, Necromicath,// Mysaoth acknowledged, his voice grateful and firm, urging the blue back to his place in the V. R'nianon waved a thanks to the pair then turned quickly back to his duties. Gratitude was in order, but there was more urgent business at hand. //They did well,// he allowed himself, speaking briefly and silently with Mysaoth as the dragon rose to catch an over-flying string of thread, a note of pride in his voice. //They are the best. That's why they're here,// the dragon answered, his voice level and affectionate.

The quiet moment over, R'nianon looked back over the wing to see how they were faring. Several dragons trailed ichor, but none had left yet. A promising start, but valiance counted for nothing of dragons hurt themselves needlessly. //Mysaoth,// he prompted, and the dragon acknowledged the request at once. //Sarasaameth, Haieketh, tell Yours to keep an eye on the dragons, make sure none of them overtax themselves. Order out the ones that will hurt themselves.// His voice was deep but clipped, giving the orders as briefly as possible to keep from distracting them too long. His jaws opened and another bunch of thread turned to ash.

R'nianon leaned forward and looked again to see if any wings needed their assistance.

Character's Name: K'lair
Character's Dragon: Bronze Kairuth
Preferred Position: Either Wingleader or Wingsecond
Wing Drill/Threadfighting Sample:


Ready -- onward! The young man leaned down a little when Kairuth prepared to ascend, a muffled grunt escaped his lips at the sheer force his bronze used to launched them off the ground, the bronze's wings extended out as wide as they could to push as much air as possible beneath him to take them up and straight into the sky. The blue scene before them would soon be littered with the silver rain and Thread laced ash; it felt like it took forever for them to meet this ancient and deadly foe, but in actuality it had a time frame that ranged in the seconds. The bronze didn't need to speak as he turned his head to snap and chew at the firestone that K'lair offered him -- he didn't need to make sure that the other dragonpairs were doing the same just because it was an absolute necessary unless one wanted to die. Be prepared! Kairuth reminded the other dragons and within a matter of seconds Thread was met. He twisted out of the reverse V formation to avoid hitting the ash and embers of his fellow dragons for a few seconds, he moved back a moment later when the first clump of silver rain headed their way. He unleashed a vicious stream of flame upwards; it danced up in a spiraling blaze of orange and yellow before turning into black ash with fading embers as the very breath was taken from the shimmering chunk. It was beautiful burning like that, but what was left over could hinder another.

Don't get cocky, K'lair commented when he felt a brief smug wave go through his mind and took a second to check his wing and the ones below for any signs of distress. When he looked up he realized that there was a huge clump that was descending in front of them -- it was too massive for just two or three dragons alone to tackle -- but when a few dragonpairs started to flame it from the sides, and the thing felt the heat, it appeared to almost jump away and split into several different directions. Watch out -- between!

The bronze didn't hesitate to vanished into thin air along with a few other dragons to avoid getting spayed with the fanned Thread that made a continuous attempt to escape; when they reappeared a second later it was just above the huge cluster and Kairuth released a downward flame while another dragon below sent an upward blaze to try and rid the sky of it. Excellent Kassyailth, his thanks to the other dragon was laced with suggestion that both of them should get back into formation. He glided back towards his position among the wing with a careful eye and ready flame in his mouth -- a few stray strains of Thread were dealt with when they got too close to him and he whipped his head back towards his rider for more firestone. When the bronze settled himself back into the correct position he, along with several others, informed the dragons that were near the middle of the reverse V formation and the waiting wings below of the Thread that was trying to sneak through. Hashkeith left -- Movarlath right! he pushed himself a little forward to help catch part of the huge clump that was trying to do what a previous one did and fan out. No, not this time -- he released a strong flame that caught most of what he was aiming for, but not all of it. Good flames everyone, he said to both his own wing and the wing below that caught what the wing formation he was in missed.

The wing he was in was doing well considering that some had been sprayed with somewhat large embers and trails of Thread. Injured, but able to continue, and he motioned for one brown to rest as he noticed that a part of the other dragon's wing had been hit pretty bad by a backlash of ash -- it wasn't enough to ground him, but it was enough to be an irritating annoyance during Threadfall and he feared that it could cost the stubborn older dragon his life. Seillioeth; ground now! he stressed because he didn't want the brown tiring himself out or anyone else dying trying to help the brown. Heads up! he heard K'lair holler at him; the bronze spread his wings out wide to slow himself for a moment as he sprayed a long and vivid flame to the Thread that had almost appeared out of no where. He closed his eyes for a brief moment against the backlash of the Thread clump turned into an ember coated ash clump that was too close to try and out maneuver -- besides that he didn't want to risk nicking another dragon. A split second later it was gone, but when he opened his swirling orange eyes a few tiny trails flashed across his chest and he hissed against the pain.

A single clump that was about the size of someone's fist hit K'lair's riding goggles. Now between! he shouted as the Thread started to immediately eat through the material, but it died a mere centimeter or so from reaching his right eye. When they reappeared they managed to dodge a strong rippling wave of flames that was coming from several dragons that were trying to destroy another huge clumping of Thread. We were almost in that, K'lair commented with a breathless chuckle as he scanned over his own wing and the wings below him for a second or two while Kairuth flamed another small Thread spray that was twisting beside the bronze. We're good... but I need a new pair of goggles, he whispered as he gestured to his own pair.

Bennueth -- Jairekath -- keep your riders watchful of everyone! he trusted that they knew what to do as he vanished between to get what his rider needed before they would be able to return to the organized chaos of Threadfighting. When he landed on the ground the bronze was quick lean down as some pasty numbweed was smoothed over his chest, and his rider's saddle was restocked with a bag of firestone while the empty one was removed to be restocked, and his rider was given a new pair of goggles and a new glove -- apparently that had caught a bit, as well. No matter -- all that they needed to focus on was getting back into the sky. They needed to be there.

Alright, applications for this event are now closed! The final results are listed below.

Wingleader: K'lair & Kairuth
Wingsecond: K'lin & Lorcanth

As our new Wingsecond still needs to graduate (which I'll be posting that soon, I swear), we will assume that his place is taken up by an NPC that is retiring soon. Thank you all for participating! <3