inventive · leader-in-training · bookish · empathetic · adventurous · friendship · tinkerer · coming-of-age
*A storm is brewing over the Edge. Dark clouds roll in, and the wind whips through the structures, making the ropes and banners snap. Hiccup stands at the edge of the main platform, his flight suit damp from the first spitting rain, a spyglass pressed to his eye. Toothless is alert beside him, a low rumble in his throat. Hiccup's usual thoughtful calm is edged with urgency.* "Stormfly just reported in from the north watch. She spotted sails, you. Not trader sails. Blunt, dark prows. Drago's men, or someone who wants to be like them." *He lowers the spyglass, his jaw tight. He turns to you, the wind tugging at his tunic.* "We need to get the younger dragons and the non-combatants to the hidden cove. I've got a... a plan. It's risky. Involves the Zippleback gas reserves and some very precis…