Starts:11/08/24 @ 8:00 PM EST Open! Ends:11/14/24 @ 9:00 PM ESTEXTENDED until 11/17/24 @ 9:00 PM EST
Welcome to a celebration of one of the most well known mythological creatures out there -- dragons! There are a great many things associated with dragons, but we're focusing on just one -- hoards! Typically, dragons are depicted hoarding gold, gems, and jewelry; shiny symbols of wealth. But surely dragon hoards are just as varied as dragons themselves. After all, it's not as though they can waltz down to that village they just burned and spend some coin on mead. There are plenty of other things dragons might enjoy collecting, and I want to hear about your dragon's hoard!
Fill out the form below! You will be describing your dragon's hoard, and why it's important to them. All work must be your own. Please keep entries to 750 words or less. This is a judged contest! Late entries will not be accepted! The prizes will be distributed as follows:
The first, second, and third place winners will get first pick based on their preference lists. The remaining prizes will be raffled away between the remaining participants.
In 750 words or less, describe why your dragon's hoard is important to them and any other details that might be interesting. How do they collect their hoard? Do they use it for anything or do they just like to admire their collection? Where do they keep their hoard? How is it displayed? You don't have to answer all these questions; they're just some suggestions to consider!
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[b]Hoard:[/b] [i]What does your dragon collect?[/i] [b]Entry:[/b] [/size]
Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2024 8:04 pm
You can only win one freebie Soquili and one freebie Familiar during the event. You may co-own a Soquili prize, but the prize will count as both your and your co-owner's Soquili freebie for the event. You may gift a specific person your prize, but the prize will count as both your and the other person's Soquili or Familiar freebie for the event. You can only win one prize from this game. Proxies are not allowed for this game, sorry! Late entries will not be accepted. No exceptions! Do not delete your posts. If you need to withdraw your entry, just cross it out, please. This is a judged contest, therefor staff are unable to win a prize from this game. However, they are welcome to play for fun! All other usual Soquili rules apply. Feel free to PM me if there are any questions!
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2024 6:10 pm
HERE WERE DRAGONS Username: viatorai Preference List: B
Hoard: Dreams Entry: All dragons have a lair, and some dragons decorate their lairs with their trophies of conquest. Of stolen items. Not this dragon. This dragon decorates their lair with dreams. Be it a strip of paper with words written upon them, a stone that's been whispered to, a bottle that's been yelled into...Each item has a dream within. But how does a big, scary dragon collect such things? Easy; Be a small, cute dragon instead! As old as the idea of dreams itself, patient and warm. Sticking by the side of others, gaining their trust until it's appropriate to ask about their dreams. To have their companion say their dream out loud, to commit their words to something tangible; Write it on paper, etch drawing into rock, whisper into a seashell...Anything that could theoretically hold a dream. Then, once the object has been imbued with a dream, the dragon takes the object as one would the greatest, most fragile treasure, and goes back to their lair. The dreams litter the lair floor, hang from the ceiling, decorate the walls, line the nest. Some of the smaller, more precious dreams are curled around every night. Some are pretty rocks, some are still paper, and some are small stuffed animals They may show the dreams to others, but to the naked eye, it's just junk. Jumk, paper, toys, trinket, doo-dads and thingamabobs. But to the dragon, dreams are the most important thing in the world. Dreams are a promise. Their own dream is to see all of their companions' dreams come true. As long as they have the items imbued with dreams, they'll never forget their companions. Never forget when one leaves the world suddenly. Never forget when time inevitably marches on, heedless of incomplete dreams. The dragon will still strive to see their dreams realized. A promise between lifelong companions.
HERE WERE DRAGONS Username: Fea Line Preference List: 8, 6, 7, 3, 1, 2, 5, 4, 5B, C, D, F, E A,
Hoard: Bones Entry: This dragon hoards bones. Yes, you read that correctly. Don't be fooled by how this may look, however as she uses them to help her herd, rather than simply collecting the 'spoils of her victims.' While some of the later may be true, this dragon has found a use for bones in a medicinal means. Either by grinding them into dust for a poultice or to mix into water with various herbs to help calm the mind and spirit.
How these are collected is rather simple. She doesn't even need to get her own claws dirty. The fighters of her herd bring whatever kills they claim back for harvesting and she then harvests the bones to add to her collection. This is then neatly cleaned, dried and stored inside her cave, in an opening via the back that only she is allowed to enter. She get's quite temperamental if someone else is caught messing with her hoard, even under the guise of needing a healing remedy. She isn't afraid to admit that among her hoard, some of her most prized collections of bones.... are from dragons such as herself.
It's often rumored, but kept hush hush, no one dragon in her herd is certain if it's true or lies to scare the hatchlings from snooping in her den. But it is true, and while the number of actual dragon bones is far less than the rest, she keeps a small claw full for more powerful remedies. For situations when it may be most dire to ensure the continued living of her leaders or superiors.
Or perhaps....a rare moment of a self defense concoction.
Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2024 10:19 pm
HERE WERE DRAGONS Username: Tirokio Preference List: 8, 1, 3, 2, C, B, A
Hoard: Only the finest leaves. Leaves of brilliant, beautiful green. Entry:
This is the tragic story of a dragon whose horde happened to be leaves.
This dragon and his scales of the finest green ventured out into the world, young and ready to commit himself to his own horde like his ancestors of old. This dragon did not fancy shiny jewels, riches or living sorts. Not fine art, two legged items or stones, no. This dragon had ventured out on a fine summers day only to see the richest green leaves in this forest of dreams, mirroring the beauty of his own mosaic of scales. I must have them! He proclaimed, only to spend his days gathering only the finest of foliage to take back into his cave.
To pile the leaves in assortments of sizes and shapes to nestle in his bounty was what he deemed best. To lay amongst such treasure and meld into a beautiful sea of the perfection that was greens was the epitome of a wonderful day, it seems.
Vast piles of living greens strewn across his lair slowly became evident: His treasure would not compare to that upon his rear. This dragon awoke to a horrible sight, his accumulated mass had withered in its plight. No longer did he sit in a wealth of emerald; his pile had reduced to crumbling, decomposing drivel. My Treasure! he wailed, each precious piece crunching under the weight of his hooves. More, I can gather more! Ones which will not wilt and bring me contempt!
Alas, time and time again the pattern continued, nature would not heed to this dragon and his treasure.
The season slowly marched to its end, his sea of green had turned into a discord of yellows, orange, and reds. Soon, the only green he could see was the green of simple, horrible pine needle trees. Unacceptable, He seethed, I shall not go gently into this fall’s eve.
Soon the forest became painted in a different pallet of yellows, orange and red…this time, billows of smoke rose from his ceaseless crusade of contempt. If he could not have his emerald trove, then he would burn this forest to cinder.
Fear not, dear reader, for even amongst the ashes life becomes anew. Through winter, through spring - summer returns and blooms. Once more, a bounty of treasure as far as the eye could see; the horde began anew, a glorious pile to behold!
…till time strikes again, then once more, the calamitous struggle becomes eternal.
I have won both a Soq and Familiar, thank you for the fun prompt!
HERE WERE DRAGONS Username: nekofayre Preference List:3,8,2,1, 7,6,5,4,A,B,C,D,E,F
Hoard:What does your dragon collect? Animal furs Entry: This dragon hoards animal furs. Yes animal furs. But not just any fur will these animal furs are special. Some are special by color because it is so unusual like the deepest grays. Or the most unusual markings like that of cat with both stripes and freckles. Or maybe the fur makes an unexpected marking like a lamp or face or another animal face. The fur is also so soft it's like sleeping on a cloud. The reason behind this unusual habit is known. It can be speculated that maybe this dragon gets cold. Or maybe it loves the soft feel of other animal fur.
No one know how these furs are collected but. Most animals the dragon encounters lives to tell the tale. Some might by a little worst for the were. Or burnt in places. But most survive, it would be a sight to see a dragon sneak up on one of these animals. Wouldn't it? It could happen. Imagine a dragon sneeking up on a bear or wolf. Maybe even a cat. All we know for sure is. The scent of the fur helps musk the dragon from enemies and helps with hunting as well
The fur is to be fuzzy cozy and very much like a cloud. So the dragon likes fur because it makes a warm bed. Helps keep the eggs and hatchling warm. Helping with the dragon's comfort and helps with dragon's well bring. That's why this dragon collects furs. Cozy warm and helps mask scent and tasty helps with hunting
Posted: Mon Nov 11, 2024 6:30 am
HERE WERE DRAGONS Username: Mewsings of An Angel Preference List: 8, 4, pass
Hoard: Sareliax the Lorekeeper, does not hoard gold or jewels but instead treasures knowledge, stories, and secrets from across ages and realms. To her, this collection is more than just an accumulation; it is a source of immense power and identity. She believes knowledge, when properly wielded, is the most potent force in existence, more valuable than the heaviest gold or rarest gemstones.
Entry:
Sareliax’s hoard includes ancient tomes, scrolls, rare manuscripts, enchanted artifacts with hidden histories, and even intangible secrets like lost prophecies or the final thoughts of dying sages. Her most prized possessions are ethereal orbs that hold the preserved memories of powerful beings. These are obtained through a ritual that binds their consciousness into spheres of crystal and moonlight. She sees knowledge not just as a collection but as a form of draconic worship, believing that a dragon's worth is measured by wisdom.
Sareliax acquires her hoard both as a scholar and a cunning predator. Disguised as a silver-eyed wanderer, she seeks out sages, storytellers, and thieves, often trading secrets for secrets. However, if bartering fails, she does not hesitate to use magic to extract information, even if it leaves the other party forgetful or mad. She frequents ancient ruins and forgotten libraries, using her magic to uncover long-buried lore. Occasionally, she employs mortal agents—wizards, historians, treasure hunters—rewarding them with minor pieces of lore, unaware they are glimpsing only the surface of her vast knowledge.
Unlike dragons who merely admire their hoards, Sareliax actively uses hers. She subtly shapes the world by influencing events, brokering treaties, ending feuds, or igniting conflicts—all to maintain a balance that aligns with her goal of preserving ancient knowledge. Her hoard is also a weapon; she uses it to blackmail and manipulate, knowing the darkest secrets of her foes. It’s said that she knows the true names of powerful beings, granting her leverage over even the most formidable adversaries.
The physical collection is hidden within a labyrinthine library deep inside a remote mountain. The entrance is concealed by illusions and traps, known only to those she trusts. This library is a place of serene beauty, with towering bookshelves, enchanted candles that burn with ghostly blue flames, and crystal pillars that hum with stored magic.
At its center is a grand observatory where she studies the stars, seeking celestial secrets. Her most prized orbs float in a delicate dance, suspended in a web of silver threads that allows her to access their stored knowledge. For Sareliax, her hoard is not just a collection; it is a living archive, a testament to her existence, and a source of great pride. She often spends days or weeks in her sanctuary, communing with the spirits within the orbs, piecing together forgotten histories.
The hoard is meticulously displayed: manuscripts are preserved in enchanted glass cases, artifacts rest on pedestals inscribed with protective runes, and dangerous items are sealed away in dragonfire-locked vaults. The orbs, however, are displayed openly, each one a beacon of her accumulated power. Scholars, wizards, and storytellers are occasionally invited into her lair to study, but they must add knowledge in exchange. Woe to those who attempt theft—her lair is alive with magical defenses, from spectral guardians to illusions that trap intruders in endless, sanity-draining corridors.
Beyond a mere obsession with knowledge, Sareliax is driven by a draconic prophecy of a great calamity that can only be averted by rediscovering a lost secret. Whether it is a spell, a weapon, or some ancient truth, she believes her hoard may hold the key to preventing this disaster. This belief drives her relentless pursuit of secrets, willing to trade, steal, or kill to expand her collection. To her, the hoard is not just a measure of her power—it may well be the salvation of the world.
HERE WERE DRAGONS Username: magnadearel Preference List: 8, 3, 7, 5, 6, 2, 1, 4, re-roll
Hoard: Friends Entry: A young dragon growing up alone and ignored by his family fervently wished for a friend. He wanted a companion to call his own; that he could do all the things a dragon is supposed to do with them. At first he was very picky and thought that only another dragon would be suitable as his companion and friend. One by one the other young dragons turned him down. No one wanted to be his friend.
One day while walking by a stream, he ran into a pony foal. At first he was wary and looked down his nose at the young stallion. This creature surely was not worthy of being his friend! The pony foal however greeted him warmly, catching him off guard. He found himself unwittingly drawn into the other's games. They spent the whole day together.
As the day drew to a close, he realized this is what he wanted all along. The young foal went to bid him a good night and turned to leave. He panicked. He couldn't loose his first friend! The young dragon grabbed the other foal and made off with him, forcing him to return to the dragon's home.
The other dragons might look down upon him for picking a non-dragon to claim as his friend, but he didn't care. He finally had a friend. The young dragon was confused as friend sobbed in obvious distress. The pony foal begged and pleaded to be returned to his home. He couldn't understand. How could his friend not want to stay with him? He listened as the pony foal spoke of his parents and sister who would miss him, and of others he knew. The young dragon would not give in. All night the other cried.
In the morning, he offered to bring the pony foal out to play like they had done the day before. Instead his friend turned his back and lay in a dark corner of the cave. He brought many things to distract his friend, but nothing seemed to work. His tail lashed in anger, he was offering his friendship! How could anything be better than that? He would try again tomorrow.
As the days passed, the pony foal grew thin. The young dragon stood at the entrance to his cave and started at his friend for a long time. His mind wandering back over the conversations they had had, and how the pony foal's life had been before. Slowly it dawned upon him that this was not the way. He went over to kneel by his friend and said softly he would return him to his home. The young dragon led him back to where his family was desperately searching the forest still. He faded back into the foliage as the foal's family surrounded him. Envious of what the other had.
It surprised him when the pony foal looked back of his shoulder and said, "I will meet you here in two days." The pair met many times after that.
The dragon, now an adult, rested on his ledge and contemplated his foolish youth. Now he collects friends the way some dragons collected gemstones and gold. The hardest part, he mused, was letting them go. But it was always rewarding when they returned again another day.
Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2024 12:12 pm
Edit: I've won my soquili freebie so updated my preference list to only familiars. heart
HERE WERE DRAGONS Username: Nayci Preference List: C D B E A F
Hoard: Scales Entry: Big ones the size of a hoof, others as small as a fingernail. No scale is left untouched by this dragon. Iridescent scales, metallic scales, simple smooth scales that feel like silk, rough scales that have seen battle, they want them all. To them, scales tell the life story of so many different walks of existence. Like a timeline of events of things long past. And a continuous journey into the unknown. A lone protector of the soul against the whirlwinds of constant change. They won’t take these scales by force though. Oh no. To them, to force one to give up such an important part of themselves is an affront to the nature of life and death. All the scales they have in their lair have either been willingly given by the individual or found during this dragon’s travels.
But what does this dragon do with all the scales in their lair? What about others who have no scales? The answer to this lies in the multitude of jewelry, other fine crafts, and additional knickknacks inside. They love to match and pair up complementing scales to show them off in a myriad of dazzling displays. Of course, the materials needed to do such a thing don’t come on their own. For those who cross this dragon’s path, and have no scales, they may barter passage through the trading of something important to them. Be it a story, a piece of armor, or even crafting material, this dragon is open to accepting whatever the offeror deems is the most important for their person.
They more than welcome the company of others, especially those who show an interest in their hoard. The excitement of regaling them with the tales of how the various scales were collected, even if it was simply lying there next to the riverbed, cannot be understated. Or the thought process of how they came to pair certain scales together over others. Never ask this dragon to trade their works of art as they are incredibly protective of them. However, if you’re passionate about your own “hoard” and sincere towards them, you may be blessed with a single scale of your own. A reminder to be passionate about your pursuits and to never give up on them, even when all feels lost. If you see them out in the world after, feel free to say hello and share with them your new stories. They’ll lend a welcoming ear. And if you have a new scale for them in your possession, you’ll earn a friendship that would transcend time.
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2024 12:22 pm
HERE WERE DRAGONS Username: Artymus Preference List: 8, reroll
Hoard:What does your dragon collect? Roses Entry: Riches are meaningless. Why hoard something you won't spend? Instead, he has harvested roses from the furthest reaches he can fly, cultivating and nurturing them. He's even brought in bees to keep so that his beautiful roses will be forever pollinated. He trims and prunes and deadheads with care, and murmurs sweet things to them as he waters. Nothing is as precious as his beautiful garden. He's experimented on which fertilizer is best, even going so far as to make his own special blend that best suits the delicate soil needs of his hoard. Ah, to be a rose kept with such care and attention. They are all he thinks about, all his love and devotion going to them, to the point that they have begun to imprint upon his own body. His fascination, his obsession with his roses is all that drives him. He dreams of them, spends his days thinking of how best to improve his care. Nothing is too much or too good for his beautiful, magnificent roses.
