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Dalibor is a semi-canon Dragonriders of Pern site. No knowledge of the series or site is required to join; players of all experience levels are welcome here. Founded in 2008 on Proboards and moved to Jcink in 2013, Dalibor has been running for nine years.

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While not unnatural in its violence, the dual hatching of Copper Queens Laanasuth, and Zelsk, has brought many changes Pernwide to the Dragon Candidate program. Raising the Age of Candidacy, and laying more rigorous emotional requirements on those admitted into the program and permitted to stay after. Dalibor has settled into an easy peace with the hatching fading into memory and young dragonets and wherets visible as they come into their own.

Included in their ranks are two colours new to Pern. Indigo dragons, and Pink whers, as well as Dalibor's first instance of a dual-bonded Wherhandler. As always, the West seems eager to produce weirdness for the rest of Pern.

Curiously, a steady flow of messengers seem to be traveling between Grove and Dalibor Weyr during the early sevendays of the new season; which is already proving to be milder than some in Dalibor's recent history.
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Rayna of Gold Couineth - Boo

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Z'dyn of Iron Baihujinth - Rhia

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Jali of Copper Laanasuth - Rii

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Os'nin of Blue Alwanath - Aerona

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Norla of Bronze Norsk - Ives

Betahandler
Oreanda of Bronze Osk & Blue Oresk - Ruin
Der of Grey Desk - Rii

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K'ton of Blue Ironth- Jenn
S'vor of Green Absinth - Ruriko
Nia of Pink Koeneth - Catsitta

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Ijo of Brown Isk - Rhia
Pavir of Blue Pavisk - Captain
Swithin of Blue Swisk - Ives

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Ulian of White Rivath - Ruin
Zanii of Black Zansk - Leo

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Ruin

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 Posted: Nov 8 2017, 05:03 PM
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The buzzing snap of a deck of cards echoed down the corridor leading to one of the Handlers' common rooms, alerting anyone in the vicinity of an impending game of poker. Or potential game; it was difficult to play poker with oneself and so Tariv dealt himself a hand of solitaire. He cracked his knuckles as he considered the tableau.

Tarisk's be meeting other whers, Tarisk pointed out from her place at his feet, her slowly-whirling eye on the doorway and willing someone to come through it. Yes, Tariv ought to go meet other whers and their handlers, new as he was. Having transferred to cover the gaps left by the fever that had originated at his home in Grove Weyr. Dalibor had helped them, and so he was returning the favor, even if it would be more permanent.

"In time," he replied, pulling three cards from the stock. "Let them settle." Right now was not the time to rock the boat, in his opinion. People were recovering from the disease, the aftermath, and the grief.

Tarisk want meet whers. She thumped her tail in emphasis, though she wasn't annoyed or angry. Tarisk didn't know the meaning of the words. After the chaos of their move, it was nice to have some quiet time, but realistically, it wouldn't be long until that was broken.


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 Posted: Nov 8 2017, 05:24 PM
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He'd finally returned home, now that the quarantine was lifted and he was deemed healthy and fit to return to his duties once more. The plague had been a nasty thing. It had taken more than himself to keep Zenisk calmer, to keep him from lashing out at people. The black had been more than a little frustrated and angry that nothing could seem to be done for His. After a good night's sleep in his own wher-hole, the blackhandler was stretching his legs a bit. He still felt somewhat drained, and the Healers had told everyone who'd been sick to take it easy for the next few days. Even if the plague had gone from them, burned out by fever and by the cold of between, their bodies would take some time to recuperate from the long, hard battles some of them had fought. Those who had not passed stage one were better off. The further stages had taken the most out of people.

Zenisk was bored. They had been taking it slow for too long, in the black's mind. Days of no hunting. No patrolling. Barely anything to interest him. The blackpair would have to walk through the common room to reach the outside. Yet when they entered the room, they both spotted the green and her handler. Unfamiliar faces, too. Of course the black had smelled them before reaching them. He would have been content to simply ignore the pair, and yet Zen paused.

"You a new transfer?" He rested both hands on the back of the chair, across the large, round table from Tariv. "Solitaire? Do you play dragon poker?" He himself was newer here. Newer than most, but not, he thought, newer than this guy. He didn't really know anyone of his fellow handlers well. He'd headed out on the expedition shortly after his arrival here. While Zenisk was not a social beast, he was a social enough individual. Zen huffed, irate. He didn't wish to stop and talk, or have his play the card game called dragon poker. He wanted to go outside. Still, his eyes came to rest on the new green.

We are Zenisk. Who are you? Mostly, he was possessed of very clear speech. Yet the unusual habit he had of saying 'we' instead of 'I' or 'me'...well, he'd never stopped this from the day he'd hatched. Zen had tried correcting him, many times. It was to no avail. The black appeared much bigger than he was for all the muscle that stood out visibly. His wings were large, too, only adding to this appearance. He carried himself like a beast with confidence, the bluish sheen of his black hide visible in the light of the lit glows.

"I'm Zeniayr--call me Zen. He's Zenisk." He figured introducing himself would produce a more favorable reply. Asking who someone was while not telling who you were...didn't always achieve that end so well.
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The tip of Tarisk's tail wagged this way and that as she listened to the sound of cards flipping, the even breathing of her Tariv, the shuffling sounds of the other Handlers within nearby caverns or ranging through the halls. She heard - or paid attention to - the oncoming footsteps first, lifting her head and peering down the corridor. The wagging turned into a happy thump as it was confirmed that there was another wher! The question was whether they were off on patrol or coming to relax as Hers did. She pushed herself to a sitting position.

Hello wher and whersk! the Green cheerfully announced to Zen and Zenisk, all but inviting them to come invade their space and play games and be good company. Am Tarisk. This Tarisk's. she replied to Zenisk, not at all intimidated by the bulkier Wher. More to love! Tariv, for his part, glanced between the Handler and Wher, making his own quick assessments.

"Came from Grove," the ex-trader said in response to Zen's first question, keeping his words precise. "Sometimes," was the answer to the third question, which seemed like the only answer the Blackhandler would get for a long moment as Tariv considered his hand. "I'm Tariv," he said finally, dropping the cards to the table and holding out a hand. Always best to be polite.

"What's your game?" Tariv asked after some mental prodding from Tarisk to be social! Make friends now, while he had the chance!


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Zen was used to the fact that all whers were essentially possessed of different personalities. At the core, the young man found that they were more apt to be harder to control and more fierce than most dragons. They were well suited to the purpose they were bred for--there was no mistaking that. He was content with his partner, who kept him on his toes, and who was not among the more easily controlled. He had never been particularly upset that the bond they had took a lot of work to both maintain and grow. At this point, they were quite 'tight', as it were. Yet at any given moment, Zenisk could be unpredictable and have to be reigned in.

He'd heard a lot of stories about red whers and dragons. He'd yet to officially meet any of either species, and yet it had certainly piqued his interest. The thought that there might be whers who gave their handlers a better run for their marks than Zenisk gave him was intriguing. Still, he'd yet to discover if that was, in fact, the case. Swapping stories with a redhandler or two was something he looked forward to. As it was, he was simply pleased to perhaps have someone to get to know a little better, regardless of what color hide their wher was possessed of.

Zenisk, for his part, regarded Tarisk with mild interest. Due to their rather unique circumstance--having not been necessarily a wher hatched out surrounded by many others--Zenisk was fascinated by what made the other whers about him tick. The fact there were so many set the black on edge. Still, when it was one or two at a time, the creature was far more at his ease. Plus, he rather favored greens. Perhaps because his own clutchmother had been so, or perhaps because greens were delightful to chase--or so he'd discovered recently.

"Grove..." The tone sounded as though he mused a moment, before he added, "Makes sense. There were a lot of transfers sent there, so I suppose it makes sense to even out the numbers now." He didn't have to say 'after the plague', since it was clearly known to both parties why the numbers and ranks were thinned out at Dalibor and Grove both. Dalibor had gone to help Grove on their expedition. Now both Weyrs were suffering for the losses. He'd been lucky. He'd not gotten so ill as some.

"Paradise Hold born and bred," he offered. There was a slight touch of pride to that statement. He loved his Hold, and its people. He missed the warmth. "Colder here," he commented as an aside, as if to give voice to the thought. When asked what his game was, the seventeen-turn-old gave a slight shrug, admitting, "anything, really. I'm a fair hand at dragon poker, but I'll play at dice or any other game at the table. Not much for gambling--at least with my marks. Still, I don't mind small bets in the name of fun." Dragon poker was, in truth, his best game. Though he'd been told he was very lucky. He seemed to turn up rather good dice, too, and luck of the draw often saw him with a fair hand. Perhaps if he'd been possessed of a more addictive personality for that sort of thing, he might have had a lot more--or none at all. He'd seen gamblers lose more often than they won. The way it roped some people in was something he'd not failed to notice. So, his risks were taken elsewhere, as he'd stated.

"What's yours?" he returned easily, a slight tilt of his head to the left as he regarded the greenhandler. Zenisk, meanwhile, was beginning to think they might end up here a while, and chuffed under his breath, hot air exhaled in irritation. He regarded his green kin once more.

You are not here long. We also have not been here long. Are there many in Grove? Many...there was strength in many. He had not come from a place with many whers, and yet he found he longed for the companionship of the ones he'd known and been part of a small pride with there--very small. But it was overwhelming here, with so many.
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