Which Flight Rising Deity Should You Serve? (Quiz)

Flight Rising is a dragon adoptable site where you have to choose from eleven deities to serve. You can serve the noble Lightweaver or the mysterious Shadowbinder. You can bow to the harsh Plaguebringer or the knowledge seeking Arcanist. But which one SHOULD you serve? Which one fits your ideals best?

New Batch of Dragons (Jash's Dragon Army)

On Dragon Cave I'm getting a little more serious about breeding more dragons so that there will be more options for future giveaways. So if I'm trying to breed one type of dragon I'll have more chances of actually successfully getting the type I'm aiming for.

Crossing the Divide 10

"What is this King Tommen like?" I asked and wondered if I could speak reason to him.

I did not expect him to easily let me go, not with his position and not with the benefits of keeping me imprisoned. I was the dragon trainer of Daenerys Targaryen and the wife of one of her most trusted advisors, not that Jaime knew that. Not yet and hopefully not until it was too late. The reason Jorah had left Westeros was because he had dishonored his House and had been fleeing execution. People wouldn't think highly of him. While they may think my queen trusted him, they probably wouldn't think he was her right hand.

"That little c***?" Bronn said with a laugh. "I don't think you can make a deal with him."

"Why?" I asked, hiding my nervousness.

"There's not much of him to bargain with. He's not really a king, more of a puppet. I'm out here with Jaime fu****g Lannister because Tommen Baratheon wanted him sent away. Right now he's the pawn of Faith of the Seven, right in the pocket of the High Sparrow."

"So I would have to convince the High Sparrow to let me go."

I had heard of the Faith of the Seven and didn't like what I had found out. They were a group of religious fanatics that imposed their will on others instead of allowing free will to reign. Throughout both Westeros and Essos I had learned about fanatics and that they were all the same in the end. They believed in something so fully and would discard any evidence to the contrary. They would scream and yell but in the end it was all done out of fear. It was through the group that they were able to hold themselves up. It didn't mean one was weak if one became a fanatic, but that they needed something to believe in. Tommen was young and susceptible to influences adults wouldn't be, but whether or not he was a fool wouldn't change my situation. He could change in a few years and by that time Daenerys would be seated on the Iron Throne.

"Which isn't something I could do." I said after a moment's pause. "Not to some fanatic."

-This is a Mature Story (if in content if not plot)
-It's a Game of Thrones/Resident Evil Fic
-It's a Jaime Lannister Fic

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What if Daenerys Dies Next Season

I guess this post should make everyone happy that I don't actually write for Game of Thrones. But what if they do kill of Daenerys...anyways...I was having one of my many conversations with myself the other night when this idea came to me. I am not the biggest Daenerys fan, but I'm not one to cheer on her death either.

Rather I want her to be humbled in such a way that she doesn't die. But if she was to die I think that would be a great twist for the series as a whole. Mainly because everyone expects her to win and who doesn't like surprises?

Crossing the Divide 9

"Activated." Doom said without inflection as a red sphere appeared on top of the projector.

"Do you know what you are?" I asked after I pushed my fear back far enough.

"I am Doom. I am an AI."

"What is your purpose?"

"I have no purpose. You haven't programmed any into me. Will that be done soon?"

"Why do you ask that?"

The question had surprised me. While Doom hadn't been given a personality as of yet, when dealing with AIs certain leaps could be taken which could take the programmers by surprise. What the humans of this reality would call 'coming out of left field'. I wondered if Doom felt any emotion about not having a purpose or if it felt like something was missing. When a limb was cut off any creature, no matter how stupid, they would realize something was missing. Hopefully it didn't feel angry or sad about not having a purpose.

"I am a program without a purpose." Doom replied in a monotone. "Programs always have a purpose. To be without one makes me not able to be defined. I need to be defined."

"Why do you need to be defined?" I asked.

"I need to know that I am following my programming to make sure I'm not malfunctioning."

"Why do you care if you're malfunctioning?"

"I am not to harm a human, especially those of the organization The Mormonts."

-This is a Mature Story (if in content if not plot)
-It's a Game of Thrones/Resident Evil Fic
-It's a Doctor Alexander Isaacs Fic

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Crossing the Divide 8

The Lannisters were walking and it was harder avoiding detection. Bronn, I had found out his name through some random banter among Jaime's men, was the hardest to stay clear of as he seemed to be one of the most alert. I hadn't found out why he was here and that angered me. If I knew his story then I could figure out his weaknesses. Right now I could only be as cautious as possible. In a few days I would leave and go to House Martell, one of Daenerys' allies. I would be accepted and my child taken care of.

I stopped and groaned, clutching at my belly as I felt Jeor being impatient to get out.

"Hold on," I pleaded with him. "Just a little bit longer. Just hold on a little bit longer. You're going to be born in Dorne and after the war I'll come back for you. You'll meet your father, a handsome and loyal man, and will grow up to ride dragons. Maybe some of my blood will give you some of a dragon's features. So just hold on. Hold on. Please."

After the kicking subsided the Lannisters were too far away. I recounted how painful this latest round of pain was and came to a terrible conclusion. I might not get to Dorne in time and might end up having to trust the Lannisters. But not now, maybe there would be another way.

-This is a Mature Story (if in content if not plot)
-It's a Game of Thrones/Resident Evil Fic
-It's a Jorah Mormont Fic

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Crossing the Divide 7

"They could be a lot safer if you used...whatever you did back there." Chris said, laughing softly. "You have this vast array of powers and you're not even thinking of making people afraid? Fuck, you could go to Umbrella's doorsteps and make them bend to your will."

"A few things wrong with that analysis. First off is the fact that I believe in honor and allowing everyone a fair chance in a fight. There is no point in becoming so dishonorable by taking the easiest path and start to make exceptions where you didn't before. Second off is that my power isn't unlimited. I can't simply do anything without becoming tired. Sure I could rule with fear but that's not the way for me. Humans that respect their rulers are more likely to take risks for them. Ruling by fear alone makes it more likely for traitors to spring up."

"And is there a third reason?"

"Third is that the goals of the Mormonts are to find a cure, create a society, and rise up again. Even if I won against both Umbrella and Alice now there would be nothing for my men after the war had been won. They would still live in a world populated by zombies and there would be no hope. One day I will attack Umbrella, hopefully with Alice's help, but the time for it is not now. There will be a time for me to use my full strength. Not just my own but the strength of my men."

-This is a Mature Story (if in content if not plot)
-It's a Game of Thrones/Resident Evil Fic
-It's a Chris Redfield Fic

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