una role solo descrittiva che riassuma quello che è successo nel periodo in cui non ho risposto. Tipo si sono ritrovati tutti in un sogno collettivo causato da una x magia (storia che potrò riprendere più avanti con la role ufficiale) e nella quale avete avuto modo di conoscervi, anche se poi al risveglio non vi ricordavate precisamente l'uno dell'altro, se non un vago pensiero.

Chapter 4 - A Matter of Scale
The Yulebuck is the first to break the scrying circle after reaching a silent accord, picking you out instantly in your place of ‘honor’ sitting atop one of the stone dragon’s toenails. One may begin to wonder if the old beast harbored any resentments over being turned into furniture, but fear not: she is quite comfortable and soundly asleep.

“Quickly, little one–climb on my back! We’re going to stop the Avatar of Change.”

You rush to gather your belongings, glancing around to see a few other adventurers clambering up onto the backs of the Snow Angel, Holly, and Solstice dragons.

“All right, friends,” Aurora says, her telepathic voice projected only to those gathered for the search party. “The storm is still too violent for us to fly, so we must seek out the Avatar on foot. Godsibb, Graciella, and Nikolaus will remain in the clearing to maintain the wards and continue gathering mana. Reed,” the Yulebuck stands to attention, “you and your rider make a path. Janus, follow behind and make sure none of us gets lost.”

The stately old Holly dragon growls his assent. As you and the rest of the party turn toward the howling storm, Reed the Yulebuck’s voice fills your mind once more. “I will protect you as well as I can from the cold, but I am no red dragon. Hold on tight!”

And with that, the four dragons and their passengers charge headlong into the freezing wind.
Epilogue
You imagine the fact that you can still feel your fingers–or still even have fingers–isn’t far from a miracle. While you and the rest of the search party are thankful that the relentless knives of wind grow calmer the nearer you draw to the Avatar’s mountain lair, that observation has also made you uneasy.

Has the Avatar of Change gone mad? The stony path up the mountainside feels almost balmy with an otherworldly springtime heat, and a low, rhythmical rumbling reverberates through the very stones all around you, and you cling just a bit more tightly to Reed’s mane at the thought that he might be plotting to age everyone instantly to dust the moment they set foot on his rise.

Ultimately, it is Janus who volunteers to investigate the Avatar’s lair. With a methodical air that seems like actual calm, a stark contrast to the discomfort of the human clinging to his back, the scarlet dragon dips first his long neck and then half of his body into the cave’s yawning darkness, then -.

“I think he’s...snoring.”

The dumbfounded expressions of you and the rest of the party are cut off by Joy’s bubbling, telepathic laughter.

“O great Avatar,” Janus posits with a shrug of his emerald wings, “we seek your wise counsel!”

The rhythmical rumbling ceases all at once, casting the precipice into eerie, soul-swallowing silence. The presence that fills your mind immediately after is awesome in both its headache-inducing power and its undeniable obliviousness. “...Just...five more weeks...mmm....”

“Well, I never!” Aurora huffs, deftly unseating her passenger and plunging headlong into the cavern, the glowing orb between her antlers barely more than a mote in that vast blackness. A moment later the ground shakes with the force of an indignant snarl and a massive dragon more or less spills out into the light, dazzling in his iridescence and all but filling the entire space. In his wake flaps a still-bristling Solstice dragon, who pauses in the air over the groggy Avatar’s head just long enough to bat him a few times with the down-strokes of her gilded wings.

“What is the meaning of this?” the Avatar whines, his voice a shockwave inside your skull. “The magics are balanced, the seasons are in order.”

“They certainly are not,” Reed interjects as Aurora weighs the satisfaction of heckling the Avatar further against the potential consequences when he regains enough of his senses to take offense. “Your blizzard has gone wild and trapped all of Galsreim in what may very well be an endless winter.”

“My blizzard?” The Avatar scoffs indignantly, nearly unseating Janus from his perch on the mountainside, drawing a startled yelp from his rider, as he spun around to regard each dragon and its mortal companion in turn.

“You mean you didn’t conjure it?” Aurora’s passenger shouts, emboldened.

He snorts disdainfully in reply, as though the answer were self-evident. “I’ve been resting since the equinox. What reason would I have to upset the balance of seasons?” Pausing, the Avatar flattens his crest with sudden discomfort. “I say, does anyone else feel a draft?”

The assembled dragons and their riders shoot mystified glances at one another as the colossus cranes his neck and lifts his wing in a vain attempt to study his haunch.

“Is something amiss?” Janus remarks, wary of venturing down from his new, higher seat.

Aurora, already aloft, flits around the massive dragon to get a better look. As she did so, she lets out a chortling gasp. “He’s missing a scale!”

Chapter 3 - Seeking the Source
You, like many of the other humans and dragons assembled about the clearing, have discovered exactly how pleasantly warm it is in the stone dragon’s shadow. After some heated, gestured negotiations with a family of Neotropicals that found their way here thanks to the Winter Magi’s spell, you’ve found a moment to pore over your scrolls and make some much-needed additions to your dragon encyclopedia.

As you absently scratch one of the Neotropicals under the chin, a Snow Angel flops down beside you, smothering you with one gold-feathered wing. Her mirthful presence in your mind is almost infectious. “Wonderful weather we’re having, isn’t it?”

You stare at her from underneath the wing you were in the process of laboriously removing from your head, and after a moment she blinks. “Because I’m a snow...angel...you know what? Let’s move on. Godsibb’s recovered his strength, and we think we know how to pinpoint the cause of this awful weather. However, the magi dragons told me that the last spell drained our mana supply. The others are already out collecting more, but we could always use extra help.”

The Snow Angel leaps to her feet with a more artful flourish, turning to add before taking flight, “Name’s Joy, by the way.”

Epilogue
Owing in part to your redoubled efforts, the cache of depleted mana gems has been replenished. More and more dragons have found their way safely through the storm and sought refuge in the relative safety of the clearing. Again the seven spirits of winter have assembled in a circle, this time with a curious artifact at their center.

As the dragons begin to channel, you sit back, preparing for another lengthy ordeal, but no sooner have you gotten comfortable than you hear a chorus of shocked and disgusted snarls echoing from the scrying circle.

Turning toward the uneasy spectators, the jingling of her ribbon-like scales only just audible over the constant dull roar of the storm, Graciella the Ribbon Dancer exclaims, “This blizzard could only have been conjured by the Avatar of Change!”

Chapter 2 - The Maw of Winter
“Adventurer,” a bright voice intrudes into your thoughts. Turning, you find yourself face to face with the Winter Magi and startle badly enough nearly to drop your scrolls into the snow. He croons in what can only be described as dragon laughter before continuing.

“I am Godsibb. I and the other Holiday spirits are grateful for your help so far, but the blizzard has not relented and many dragons and their eggs are yet in danger. With your help, I might be able to hold the storm at bay long enough for everyone to seek warmth and safety.”

Epilogue
The pile of mana crystals has grown significantly with the combined efforts of you and your allies. The two magi dragons, now rested, can’t resist occasionally rolling in the precious gems, much to your amusement.

The Winter Magi stands proudly in the center of the clearing, drawing upon his control over the weather in an attempt to tame the blizzard that continues to rage far and wide. This ritual goes on far longer than before and your heart begins to sink as time passes with no apparent change in the weather. Finally exhausted, the Winter Magi slumps down into the snow, the concerned Ribbon Dancer flitting to his side in a symphony of jingling scales.

“It is done,” he manages at length. “My fellow Winter Magi have set out to help protect those still at the blizzard’s mercy and bought us time to identify and reverse this accursed storm, but I fear our strength will not hold forever.”

Capitolo 2 - Le fauci dell'inverno
"Avventuriero" una voce brillante si introduce nei tuoi pensieri. Voltandoti, ti trovi faccia a faccia con un Winter Magi e ti spaventi abbastanza per far quasi cadere la tua pergamena nella neve. Egli mormora quello che può solo essere descritto come una risata di drago prima di continuare.

"Sono Godsibb. Io e gli altri spiriti delle vacanze siamo grati per il tuo aiuto finora, ma la tempesta non ha ceduto e molti draghi e le loro uova sono ancora in pericolo. Con il vostro aiuto, potrei essere in grado di tenere a bada la tempesta abbastanza a lungo per permettere a tutti di cercare calore e sicurezza. "

Epilogo
La pila di cristalli di mana è cresciuta notevolmente con gli sforzi combinati di te e dei tuoi alleati. I due draghi magi, ora riposati, non possono resistere di tanto in tanto a far roteare per le gemme preziose, tanto per il vostro divertimento.

Il Winter Magi si erge nel centro della radura, attingendo il suo controllo sul tempo, nel tentativo di domare la bufera di neve che continua ad imperversare in lungo e in largo. Questo rituale va avanti molto più a lungo rispetto a prima e il tuo cuore comincia ad affondare (nella disperazione ndt) col passare del tempo, con nessun cambiamento evidente nel tempo. Infine esausto, il Winter Magi scrolla giù nella neve, il Ribbon Dancer interessato svolazza al suo fianco in una sinfonia di scale tintinnanti.

"E' fatta," egli riesce ampiamente. (?) "I miei compagni Winter Magi hanno proposto di aiutare a proteggere coloro che sono ancora in balia della tempesta e ci hanno dato tempo per identificare e invertire questa tempesta maledetta, ma temo la nostra forza non reggerà per sempre."

C’è una tempesta senza fine in vista. Per romperla (pulirla, sistemarla) c’è bisogno che tutti collezionino scheggie di mana. Trovale in giro per il sito o gioca al “mana alchemy game” (gioco dell’alchimia del mana) per riempire la tua barra del mana. Ogni giorno un nuovo capitolo della storia sarà sbloccato, ammesso che la barra globale di mana sia stata riempita.
Non dimenticare di incrociare gli holiday dragon (degli anni) passati gli incroci sono disponibili dal 19/12 a mezzanotte e continueranno per sette giorni fino al 26 a mezzanotte. Gli holiday passati non avranno limite (potete averne nello scroll quanti ne volete) perciò prendetene quanti potete. Le restrizioni sul tenere più uova da una stessa coppia continuano ad essere applicate.
Ultimo, ma non meno importante un nuovo drago holiday sarà rilasciato a mezzanotte del 25/12 sarà nella cave per 3 giorni fino alla mezzanotte del 28/12.
Se siete tutti buoni forse ci saranno anche alcuni regali.

Chapter 1 - Unsettling Portents
You trudge doggedly through the ever-deepening snow, turning your hood up against bitter, relentless winds. The storm struck without warning: it seems as though only hours ago the sun shone clear and bright overhead, with the coming of winter only a chilly promise on the breeze.

Now, the world is a howling wall of white.

A faint glow pierces the haze in your path and you pause, wary. Is it merely another trick of this unforgiving weather? But the glow persists, bobbing rhythmically like a pale lantern in the distance, growing larger and brighter with each second, until -

A Solstice dragon bursts through the pelting snowfall before you, landing with a toss of her golden-crowned head and flooding the air around you with startlingly warm light. “Thank goodness you’re safe!” she exclaims, her telepathic voice ringing clearly in your mind despite the vicious winds. “Come with me; the others have begun to gather in a clearing nearby.”

Mantling her gilded wings to shield you from the storm along the way, the Solstice dragon explains, “My name is Aurora. This blizzard has spread across all of Galsreim, and I and the other holiday spirits do not have the strength to hold it at bay. However, if we all work together to harvest enough mana, then perhaps we will be able to identify the cause of this dreadful storm and protect both dragon and mortal alike from harm.”
Epilogue
You reach the clearing, adding the mana you managed to gather to a growing pile watched over by a weary-looking pair of magi dragons, and Aurora takes wing in a flurry of snow to join the other Holiday dragons at its center.

Looking around, you are struck by how many other people have made it here in the storm–and how few dragons. Several have taken shelter in a heap on the lee side of a massive stone dragon, but it is obvious at a glance that many dragons are still lost in the storm. Still, in the presence of the assembled spirits of winter, you find it hard to despair.

You turn to watch as the assembled group of Holiday dragons–seven in all, standing wingtip to wingtip in a wide, colorful circle–draw upon the magic of the gathered mana crystals, bathing the entire clearing in radiant, magical light. After several eerily silent moments the glow fades; Aurora, the Solstice dragon, takes flight and hovers over the other six, projecting her telepathic voice now to everyone present.

“This is no natural disaster, my friends. If we do not uncover the source of this fell magic and put an end to the storm, Galsreim may forever be trapped in a harsh, unforgiving winter!”

Capitolo 1 – Inquietanti presagi

Arranchi ostinatamente attraverso la neve sempre più profonda, volgendo il cappuccio contro gli amari, venti implacabili. La tempesta ha colpito senza preavviso: sembra quasi che solo poche ore fa, il sole splendeva in alto nel cielo chiaro e luminoso, con l'avvento di inverno solo una promessa fredda sulla brezza.
Ora, il mondo è un ululante muro bianco.
Un debole bagliore trafigge la foschia nel tuo percorso e ti fermi, diffidente. È solo un altro trucco di questo tempo che non perdona? Ma il bagliore persiste, ondeggiando ritmicamente come una lanterna pallida in lontananza, ogni secondo sempre più grande e più luminoso, fino a quando

Attraverso la neve battente un Solstice dragon compare all’improvviso davanti a te, atterrando con uno scossone della testa d'oro coronata e inondando l'aria intorno a voi con la luce sorprendentemente calda. "Grazie al cielo sei al sicuro!" Esclama, la sua voce telepatica squilla chiaramente nella tua mente, nonostante i venti feroci. "Vieni con me; gli altri hanno cominciato a radunarsi in una radura vicina. "

Usando le ali dorate come un mantello per difenderti dalla tempesta lungo la strada, il drago Solstice spiega, "Il mio nome è Aurora. Questa tempesta si è diffusa in tutta Galsreim, e io e gli altri spiriti delle vacanze non abbiamo la forza di tenerla a bada. Tuttavia, se lavoriamo tutti insieme per raccogliere abbastanza mana, allora forse saremo in grado di identificare la causa di questa tempesta terribile e proteggere sia draghi e mortali allo stesso modo dal male. "
Epilogo
Raggiungi la radura, aggiungendo il mana che sei riuscito a raccogliere ad un mucchio crescente sorvegliato da una coppia stanca di draghi magi, e Aurora prende il volo in un turbinio di neve, insieme agli altri Holiday Dragon al suo centro.

Guardandoti intorno, rimani colpito da quante altre persone sono arrivate qui attraverso la tempesta e quanti pochi draghi. Molti hanno trovato rifugio in un mucchio sul lato sottovento di una massiccio Stone Dragon, ma è evidente a colpo d'occhio che molti draghi sono ancora persi nella tempesta. Eppure, alla presenza degli spiriti riuniti dell'inverno, si fatica a trovarli nella disperazione (?).

Ti giri a guardare come il gruppo assemblato di Holiday Dragon,sette in tutto, stanno ala contro ala in piedi in un ampio, colorato cerchio disegnato con la magia dei cristalli di mana raccolti, inondando l'intera radura con una luminosa luce magica. Dopo alcuni momenti stranamente silenziosi il bagliore svanisce; Aurora, il Solstice Dragon, prende il volo e si libra sopra gli altri sei, proiettando la sua voce telepatica ora a tutti i presenti.

"Questa non è una catastrofe naturale, amici miei. Se non scopriamo la fonte di questa magia decaduta e mettiamo fine alla tempesta, Galsreim può sempre essere intrappolato in un duro inverno senza perdono! "

scusa come si fa a partecipare al gioco in modalità adventure?

Non l'ho capito... Inoltre valgono solo i draghi presi dalla cava o anche quelli presinella app?

*-* ora tj mi da questa possibilità la colgo al volo..

50 uova per tipo devo collezionare? oppure un mix di quei tipi di uova e farne 50? ma in un paio di mesi è possibile?