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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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Winter, 18th Turn, 11th Pass

Upcoming Flights/Runs:

Upcoming Hatchings:

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.
Leadership
Weyrwoman
Rayna of Gold Couineth - Boo

Weyrleader
Z'dyn of Iron Baihujinth - Rhia

Jr. Weyrwoman
Jali of Copper Laanasuth - Rii

Jr. Weyrleader
Os'nin of Blue Alwanath - Aerona

Alphahandler
Norla of Bronze Norsk - Ives

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

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

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

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

Staff
Admins
Ives
Rii
Ruin

Historians

Rhia
Tobes

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Captain
Tigersilk
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Dalibor was created by Bre, continued by Cathaline, and is now owned and operated by Ruin. Most of the information, rules, and graphics were made, compiled, or written by staff with credit given to those whose resources they used. Stock thanks to credited parties. All characters and posts are copyrighted to the members of the game. No material from this site should be copied in any way, shape, or form without utter express permission from the members and staff. All references to worlds and characters based on Anne McCaffrey's 'Dragonrider of Pern' series are copyright Anne McCaffrey 1967-2017, all rights reserved. The Dragonriders of Pern is registered U.S. Patent and Trademark Office, by Anne McCaffrey, used here with general permission for non-commercial purposes without monetary gain.

 
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 Hooked On A Feeling, SP:17 {Ruri/Zane}
Ruriko
 Posted: May 8 2017, 01:12 PM
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"Thank you sir, have a safe flight back."

Alistair gave a half wave to the bluerider as he took off, watching through eyes half-closed against the sunlight overhead as he disappeared and headed back to Benden. Only then did he turn to look at the place that would be his new home. It was beautiful. It didn't have the sheer size and impressiveness of Benden--few places really did. Still, it was smaller, and beautiful. The lake in the bowl itself was a sight to behold. He was new here, but he had a good feeling that he was going to like Dalibor. He had to be positive. He'd left his entire life behind, at Benden. Still, this was a fresh new start, and Al was determined to meet it head on. With this in mind, he shouldered his pack, and set out across the bowl. His pace was relaxed, as he admired the scenery. It was a beautiful spring day, as warm as a cooler summer one. The sun was shining on his dirty blond hair, and blue eyes were alert and looking about.

There were dragons here, too, of course. Not as many as the numbers back home--especially since so many had transferred out--but they were here. With less dragonriders and dragons, maybe he could make a real difference here. If he could just Impress, he knew he would be able to do real good at Dalibor. No matter if it was blue, brown, bronze, or some other color of hide, he would make the most of it and do his new Weyr proud. He hadn't Impressed back at Benden. Not for turns. Still, he had to believe the right dragon was out there for him. It was his dream, after all: be one of the honorable dragonriders of Pern. Fight for his home, for the people, and for a purpose. There was no nobler purpose than this, in Al's mind.

As it was, he was looking about and so he noticed the people also in the bowl on that warm afternoon. He wasn't particularly sure of where the candidate barracks were. He supposed he could find them, but it would be nice to get unpacked and settled into his new home. Spotting a young woman around his own age, he thought, he approached her and offered a friendly smile before speaking.

"Excuse me ma'am, could you possibly point me in the direction of the candidate barracks?" It wasn't that Al didn't notice when a pretty girl was in his presence. But he'd learned long ago things like looks didn't make a person. He was certainly capable of noticing, but he wouldn't show it if he did, and seemed to be well possessed of the ability to simply not. It was rude to look at people like they were mere objects to be hit on or treated disrespectfully. He never would be the sort to do so, and never had been. So, as he stood there, there was no real indication of what he was thinking in regards to that. In truth, it was a mere passing thought. He noticed, but he didn't notice or leer like some were wont to do, and merely looked at her as a whole person--not a pretty face, even if she was one, and he realized that. He wasn't blind, after all.
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 Posted: Aug 12 2017, 09:13 PM
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Morrigan was lazily debating life choices, and a certain someone, when she was approached by a newcomer. Now while she had always heard that one ought not to judge a book by it's cover, she simply couldn't help herself. Were she bored she might have pried, and dipped a finger or two in forbidden territory. As it was, she saw fit to play her usual cards. "Ma'am?" Such a query was prefaced by a disbelieving chuckle. "The last time I was made to feel like a senior was by a boy less than a quarter your age. Little bugger was vastly intimidating-all two feet of him." Smirking coyly, the dark-haired candidate placed a hand upon her hip. "So then stranger, you our fresh meat? I hope they send more of you, the hatchlings have been mighty hungry these days." Well, why not have her fun? There was no harm in it.

As was in her nature to do, Morrigan settled against the tree trunk at her back. Crossing her arms over her chest, the woman examined the boy more carefully. "Lost already, never a good start." At some point the teasing would end-maybe. It would depend on whether or not the girl was feeling generous enough to stop. Chances were he was regretting his first encounter with one of Dalibor's own. Morrigan was hardly a shining example of the people he would come to meet here. Certainly there were others whom would prove far more helpful than she.

"You got yourself a name then? After all, I refuse to call you sir. No, sir just won't do." Hopefully the young man had a sense of humour, otherwise he would be very, very, sorry indeed. Morrigan's games were only fun when the individual on the receiving end was willing to play along. If the boy proved to be a stick in the mud it was inevitable that he would be subject to further jibes from the long-time candidate. For now it would prove to be a test; a test of what poor Alistair would just have to find out.

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 Posted: Aug 14 2017, 12:22 AM
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Made to feel like a senior? Well, that had certainly not been his intent, and he was quick to apologize for any unintended slight to the young woman.

"My apologies. Back home at Benden, it's a term of respect. Sir, Ma'am--nothing to do with age, you see." He offered a sincere smile, and then gave her a curious look. He supposed she was jesting, and so he replied in an amiable tone, "I can't say if they'll send more, but probably not, if the hatchlings here like to eat people. The ones back home, their taste runs more towards herdbeast." As much as he was a sincere, open and honest individual, he was bright and had a sense of humor. He watched the girl as she leaned up against a tree, seeming at her ease. He wasn't the sort who minded admitting he was lost, or didn't know his way about. He was new, and that was to be expected. He didn't mind her teasing, either. It didn't seem to be of ill intent, or unfriendly, and so, he admitted, "that depends on how you look at it. If I weren't lost, perhaps I wouldn't have had the pleasure of making your acquaintance." There was enough truth in that. He would have likely ended up going straight to the barracks to get himself settled in. They very likely would have met at some point in the future, if she was at Dalibor long enough. Yet maybe she was just a visitor, passing through. Hard to say, that.

He hadn't given his name, had he? He instantly rectified that, realizing it might have been a little rude of him to have forgone introductions. Shifting the bag on his shoulder, he held onto it with one hand, and offered her the other. "Alistair. May I ask yours?" She hadn't offered, but since he'd given his, and she didn't sound like she wanted to be 'ma'am', it was likely an appropriate request. It was hard to say if meeting Morrigan first was unfortunate or fortunate. He was a modest sort, who could take teasing as easy as water rolling off of his back. Bullying he didn't like, but so far, that didn't seem what the girl was about. A sense of humor was important, it helped you through hard times and he appreciated humor in a person.

He'd no inclination of what sort of person Morrigan was. If he was being tested, he certainly wasn't privy to the fact. As forthcoming as he tended to be, she'd soon find out he didn't play the game in the same manner as she did. Still, he could likely handle whatever she had to throw at him, and wouldn't shy from speaking his mind to her. Of course, he might think he could save her from herself, if he thought she needed it. He didn't know what sort of business the girl was into--if he had, he'd have surely tried to talk her out of it, and help her be free of it. It wouldn't have mattered in the least if she didn't want his envisaging of saving.
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