Jail DrakeHer head was pounding as AD woke to the dull grey of a barred prison cell. If only she had a dollar for every time that had happened since joining the Alliance. She sighed, glad at least that it wasn't Coredeath's prison, or a Huntsclan dungeon. The cell was typically what she'd expect. Three walls, one with a tiny barred window, and the fourth wall and door made out of more bars, too narrowly spaced for her to squeeze through. On the other side of the door was a long hallway with doors at either end. AD could tell by the shadows cast on the wall that there were other cells next to her's, but they appeared to be empty. Her's seemed to be in the middle of the row. The only furniture in the cell was a cot, a sink, and a toilet, all bolted to the floor and walls. She pulled on the bars experimentally, but they didn't budge. The bars and lock also proved to be fireproof, and without her dragon talons, she had no way to pick the lock. As she searched the room, her thoughts drifted baJail Drake by arkansandragon
The Thief and the SwordsmanAD couldn't help but stare as she cased the marketplace. There was a famous market back home, the Magus Bazaar, which had been part of the hidden magical world. She'd never had the chance to visit it before the war, but from photos and stories, she imagined it would have looked something like this place. There were shops and stalls all over the streets and busy shoppers going every which way. Most of the stalls she expected to see: food, cloth, trinkets and the like. But then there were stalls that sold things like inventory bags ("A bag for every adventure! Now with extra slots!"), and things called power ups ("It's dangerous to go alone, buy something here first!"). She considered swiping one of the bags, but the stall owner was keeping a careful count of them, so she decided against it. What she really needed though, was food.The Thief and the Swordsman by arkansandragon
It didn't take long to find the food stalls and vendors selling tasty treats. But snagging anything proved to be more difficult. Apparently, since the fruit s
Scale and Feather: An Istaria What-If StoryThe Ancient dragon surveyed the landscape that stretched out below him, the only sound the beating of his great wings and the rustle of the wind over his dark red scales. Torchwing was in no hurry. It had been awhile since the old Helian had been out of his lair, and the warm sun felt good on his skin, highlighting the golden stripes that dappled across it.Scale and Feather: An Istaria What-If Story by arkansandragon
Movement caught his eye, and he glanced downward, the rotten stench of decay meeting his nostrils a moment later. His great eyes narrowed as he recognized what they were. There is no mistaking the Whithered Aegis once you see them.
"Flame!" He thought, "The undead are growing bolder by the day..."
This small group of undead seemed to be attacking something, perhaps some poor Adventurer that had crossed their path. The dragon flew lower, trying to see what it was. When he could only see glimpses of whatever it was, but as it seemed to move on four legs, he might almost have mistaken it for a wolf.
A piercing cry reached his e
First Days are Always the HardestAD scowled as she read the newspaper article again. She was still on the front page, and the story had spread to many other papers during her first week in this strange world. The story of her “attack” on that “anonymous source” was false, of course, but she didn’t think anyone would stay calm long enough for her to explain things. Even worse, the story had been updated to include alleged sightings of her, blurry photos, and interviews with town watches and bounty hunters. There was some good news though. It seemed at least one group of the hunters weren't chasing her for the reward, and simply wanted to find her to keep her out of trouble. She supposed she should be grateful, but in her mind it was still best to avoid contact at all, if possible. AD sighed, stashing the paper away in her small shelter to use as fire kindling later. Said shelter was little more than a shallow burrow covered with brush and cut bamboo, but it would serve her needs for now. LFirst Days are Always the Hardest by arkansandragon
Mapping The Weyrs Of PernNOTE: The following information comes from notes taken from each book and theories made from the aforementioned notes. Unless specified, if a Weyr is not listed in the descriptions, it means that there is insufficient information about the Weyr.Mapping The Weyrs Of Pern by AMCAlmaron
In the Atlas entry for Fort, a list is made of rooms necessary to all Weyrs:
*Lower living caverns & kitchens (Usually the same cavern)
*Upper level weyrs for mature dragons
*Ground-level weyrling barracks
*Ground-level weyrs for injured dragons
*Supply rooms (Stores)
*Storerooms for medical supplies
*Records Room, Council Room, queen riders' & Weyrleader's apartments reachable by stairs
And, though not a room, all Weyrs need Star Stones that face east. It would also seem that each Weyr has some large water source either in the Weyr or nearby that the dragons can use to bathe in, and the livestock in a nearby corral drink from. Since a Bowl exists in every mountain Weyr, it will not be described,