Post by Zen on Nov 19, 2010 16:56:41 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
Now with a clutch on the Sands, the Tribe is Searching more frequently despite the dangers. The North is beginning to notice their activities and ask questions, making the Tribe nervous. Factions are beginning to emerge and they are beginning to fight among themselves. The question still remains: should they rejoin the North or maintain the secrecy that has kept them safe so long? What side will you choose?
Welcome to Tribal Weyr!
We are a brand new semi-canon Pern site looking for members of all kinds, from Candidates to Wherhandlers to Dragonriders. Some events coming up:
- Firelizard clutch
- Dragon clutch
- Plot events as tensions rise within the Tribe
