Post by Rhu on Jul 6, 2011 15:44:19 GMT -5
I won't crawl on my knees for you
I won't believe the lies that hide the truth
Pern isn't what it used to be. The Northern continent is ruled by an iron-fisted dictatorship. Lesser Weyrs have been transformed into prisons for political rivals. Male Greenriders are despised and often nothing more than slaves. Descendants of a tyrant govern the Northern Empire from Benden Weyr and anyone who disagrees with them is forced to pay the price. But not everyone chose to submit to this gross abuse of power.
I won't sweat all day long for you
We sow the seeds to see us through
Long ago, when the dictatorship of Bronzerider F'rir was first established, an escaped Greenrider fled to the Southern Continent and, with the help of other malcontents, founded a new home. Today, they call themselves the Tribe and have developed their own unique customs and ideas. Though they practice a strict isolationism against the brutal North, they are often forced to Search from Northern holds to supplement their miniscule population.
Our days are precious and so few
We all reap what we are due
As the saying goes; all good things must come to an end. The isolationism that Tribal Weyr practiced so stringently over the turns was shattered. Though, as these things happen, it was not a single incident that finally broke the glass bubble they lived in.
The North, guided by the Benden Weyrleader and the coordinates supplied by his daughter, descended upon the Southern Continent to retrieve their stolen Telgar Queen and destroy the last free Weyr. Tribal. The Southerners were vastly outnumbered, but they proved themselves to be savage fighters. The siege lasted three days, and in a bizarre twist of fate the end of all the death was the beginning of new life. Lilliath, Senior Queen of Tribal, rose for her mating flight, challenging the Northern bronzes to chase while the Southern males used the opportunity to cut them down. With the death of the Northern Dictator and his dragon, the attacking forces fled back home disorganized and shaken. The clutch born of this flight has hatched quite a few healthy dragons.
The factions that were already beginning to emerge within the Tribe are solidifying and taking stands. The question still remains: should they try to reconcile with and rejoin the North or find a way to re-establish the secrecy that once kept them safe for so long? What side will you choose?
Welcome to Tribal Weyr!
We are a semi-canon Pern site looking for members of all kinds. We offer:
- A wher clutch coming up, provided we get enough candidates.
- Lots of plot-based rp involving everyone inside and outside the Weyr.
- Non-sexuality based dragon Impressions and OC applications.
- A unique species of pet called a 351, which is half-feline and half-wher
- NEEDED: Candidates for dragon and wher clutches, HEALERS, shady characters, wher-handlers, 351 pack-handlers, dragonriders, Leadership positions (Wingleader, Wingsecond, WeyrlingMaster, WherlingMaster), pretty much anyone and everything is welcome!
