The Last Weyrs

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[align=center]3 Weyrs
2 Golds
300 Dragons
The Largest population ever
Can Pern Possibly Survive?

It was almost 500 turns ago when the marvel known as AIVAS was discovered. It was heralded as the greatest discovery in the history of Pern. So many great things were learnt from the marvellous computer. Life got better, people prospered, Pern was a paradise to live on.

Until one Lord Holder, some 300 turns ago, decided that Technology was bad. He sowed seeds of dissention, spreading rumours, plotting against the Dragon Riders and AIVAS, or the spawn of evil as he called it. Landing was destroyed, along with all books, papers and anything that explained the great advances AIVAS gave Pern. People were slaughtered, any who opposed the rise of Lord Trevalagn were put to death, fear took hold on paradise and Pern changed drastically. Now all that remains of AIVAS are rumours and stories. But these are whispered, for fear of being over heard and killed. Even to speak of the machine is an offence.

Pern has become a place of terror. People are stoned for speaking of the great AIVAS. Dragon Riders have been persecuted to the point of extinction. They survive in hidden Weyrs, handfuls of dragons and those who care for them live as vagabonds and outlaws. The main Weyrs have long since been closed, destroyed and ruined. Dragons massacred, riders slaughtered. It has been a dark time for the once great Dragons and Riders. They are now hunted for sport. Their hide displayed as trophies.

The old Weyrs were destroyed. The dragons, refusing to turn on those they had vowed to protect betweened when they riders were butchered violently. Numbers dwindled and the old Weyrs were abandoned, forgotten. Now they are ruins in the high wastes of the mountains, reminders of a greater time.

Riders fled, taking the Weyrfolks and heading for places of safety. Three Weyrs exist, hidden deep in the mountains. Two on the northern continent and one in the mountains of Southern. The Weyrs were ruled by three Golden Queens. The last of the great Golds. There have been no clutches for five turns. The oldest Queen has just risen, clutching a scant 12 eggs. But the exhaustion of clutching was more than the old Queen could handle. She clutched and then her and her rider went between, leaving the eggs alone to hatch. It was a sad time for the struggling Weyr. Only 12 eggs on the sands and the loss of a Queen.

The Weyrs are self sufficient these days, they have to be. The Weyrfolk who moved with them have built up holds and farms around the Weyrs, supplying the needs of those who live in fear of detection. These Holds are all that feed the Weyrs and in return the dragons and riders help with ploughing the fields and the work, the Weyrs and Holds work together, and life isn’t all that bad. but they cant leave the Weyrs, the risk is too great. Searching is almost unheard of.

The Holds have grown over the turns, towns have built up around them, using anything they could find to build with. Houses are commonly made from wood now, very little stone is used. Private armies protect the Lord Holders, often disputes turn into skirmishes, arguments are dealt with on the battle field. Pern is not a nice place to live.

The strange red planet that has been seen in the sky for the past few turns draws closer, but that doesn’t worry the people, they are too busy worrying over who will become the next Lord Holder. The Lords hold so much power now. Disputes between Holds are frequent. Bloody battles often happen, life is dangerous for the general population. But danger is lurking, and no one has paid any attention to it. Except the riders in their seclusion, they know what the Red Star brings and they wait, fearful of the effects this ancient enemy will have on their home of Pern.

Until one morning the Northern Continent woke to a strange cloud covering. The sky was grey, but a grey they had not seen before.

And then IT fell!!!

Thread fell in a deadly rain. Thousands were killed, villages destroyed as the ravening pest ate anything it could. The people ran in fear, the Lord Holders were powerless against the deadly foe. Harpers had long since been ignored, the few that survived remained in the three Weyrs.

Dragons were needed, but where were they? Would they come to those who had hunted and murdered them? The dragons had flown, protecting the Weyrs and the few small holdings that supplied them. Barely 300 dragons survived on Pern now. And only two where Gold. Would this be enough? And if not would Pern survive? There were no records anymore. Harpers knew the old songs, riders knew their duty. But why should they protect and help those who had persecuted them for so many centuries? Why should they risk life and limb for selfish, evil people?

Something was needed. Pern needed a leader. One morning, as the Pernese were recovering from the terrors of thread, a strange dragon appeared. She was the biggest dragon any had ever seen. Her hide was a shimmering Diamond sheen. She was rainbowed with stripes of gold and green. This dragon was unlike any ever seen before.

Her rider called herself Viviane, and the dragon was Alarenith. She was the first Starshine and had come to help Pern in her time of need. Where she was from no one knew, and Viviane was not telling. She offered them hope, the great dragon was egg laden, when she would clutch none knew, but the fact she had arrived offered hope to those struggling for survival.

But was it enough!! Pern was facing her biggest battle, and it wasn’t falling from the sky...would she be able to survive?

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