History
Aug 24, 2013 4:22:24 GMT
Post by Master of the Bazaar on Aug 24, 2013 4:22:24 GMT
AIVAS succeeded. The Red Star was disposed of and thread never plagued Pern again. Ruth and Ramoth passed on to become figures of legend even as the dragons slowly faded from the public mind. Pern went on, growing and changing as the centuries went on.
The dragons began to dwindle as the holds grew. There was less room for the vast herds needed to sustain them and the holds grew bitter over having to support what they now viewed as an obsolete organization. They did not want to feed the dragons or give up their sons and daughters to them. The final confrontation was not a bloody war. It was merely a cordial meeting that the dragonriders left with their tails between their legs.
Without the aid of the holds the Weyrs began to dwindle and die off one by one. Igen was the last through only an absurd amount of luck as a single gold egg was laid just before their ancient gold passed between for the last time. The name of that gold is no longer spoken by the pernese. Not in polite conversation.
It was on the night of her first clutching that the Bazaar came from Between. No one truly knows what happened between Igen's Weyrwoman and the Masters. Some say that the Weyrwoman had been desperate to save the dragons for extinction. Others claim that she had wanted to save a lover from death. Still others claim that she made a bid for eternal life.
No one knows the truth. Just that the ground opened and swallowed Igen Weyr whole and dragged the holds that once tithed to it down with the Weyr.
Pern was in an uproar. But it only took a scarce few turns for the Bazaar to win them over. The Masters brought them such marvelous gifts and even shared them with the surface world. They brought lovely jewels from the underzee- the massive salt lake that hide underground- and fruits that could extend a life. How could Pern not love these strange men and women from beyond Between?
The first clutch of the Neath was healthy and strong. No dragonets Betweened and each egg hatched into a healthy, happy dragonet. Well, almost. One of the dragonets spilled forth with a hide as black as night, with a strange iridescent shine to her hide. Another gift from the Bazaar.
From this strange black dragon came more. First there was a dragon that was as crimson as the Red Star itself, and then one that was the color of death itself. Healthy and strong dragonets, but odd ones. The Masters did not tolerate talk of mistreating the mutants and so the public embraced them for the most part.
The whers that had been brought underground began to manifest the same colors in their clutches, and then the firelizards. More distressingly, firelizards that were born underground began to talk. Some of them were quite lacking in manners.
But that was the nature of this new world. A few strange looking dragonkin was the price they had to pay for the wonders that the Bazaar had given them.
It would be rude to complain.
The dragons began to dwindle as the holds grew. There was less room for the vast herds needed to sustain them and the holds grew bitter over having to support what they now viewed as an obsolete organization. They did not want to feed the dragons or give up their sons and daughters to them. The final confrontation was not a bloody war. It was merely a cordial meeting that the dragonriders left with their tails between their legs.
Without the aid of the holds the Weyrs began to dwindle and die off one by one. Igen was the last through only an absurd amount of luck as a single gold egg was laid just before their ancient gold passed between for the last time. The name of that gold is no longer spoken by the pernese. Not in polite conversation.
It was on the night of her first clutching that the Bazaar came from Between. No one truly knows what happened between Igen's Weyrwoman and the Masters. Some say that the Weyrwoman had been desperate to save the dragons for extinction. Others claim that she had wanted to save a lover from death. Still others claim that she made a bid for eternal life.
No one knows the truth. Just that the ground opened and swallowed Igen Weyr whole and dragged the holds that once tithed to it down with the Weyr.
Pern was in an uproar. But it only took a scarce few turns for the Bazaar to win them over. The Masters brought them such marvelous gifts and even shared them with the surface world. They brought lovely jewels from the underzee- the massive salt lake that hide underground- and fruits that could extend a life. How could Pern not love these strange men and women from beyond Between?
The first clutch of the Neath was healthy and strong. No dragonets Betweened and each egg hatched into a healthy, happy dragonet. Well, almost. One of the dragonets spilled forth with a hide as black as night, with a strange iridescent shine to her hide. Another gift from the Bazaar.
From this strange black dragon came more. First there was a dragon that was as crimson as the Red Star itself, and then one that was the color of death itself. Healthy and strong dragonets, but odd ones. The Masters did not tolerate talk of mistreating the mutants and so the public embraced them for the most part.
The whers that had been brought underground began to manifest the same colors in their clutches, and then the firelizards. More distressingly, firelizards that were born underground began to talk. Some of them were quite lacking in manners.
But that was the nature of this new world. A few strange looking dragonkin was the price they had to pay for the wonders that the Bazaar had given them.
It would be rude to complain.