# How to Train Your Wyvern _<div class="info">✦ Where: [[Apple's Orchard]] ✦ Date: <font color="#81799">08/06/2025</font> ✦ Session: [[Session 7]] ✦ Author: Gallir Gumdrop ✦</div>_ >[!noted] ><center>Olivia is a plucky teenager from the country of Naratan, where fighting wyverns is a way of life. Her progressive views and weird sense of humor make her a misfit, despite the fact that her mentor is head of the Steelbane Knights.</center> --- > [!clue|no-title paper-b] >### Chapter 1 >## First Catch Your Wyvern ><div class="typewriter2"><p align="justify">Long ago, on the wild and windy isle of Wynver, a smallish girl with a longish name stood up to her ankles in mud. Olivia Onerous Ordnos the First, the Hope and Heir to the Clan of the Steelbane Knights, had been feeling slightly sick ever since she woke up that morning. > ><p align="justify">Ten children, including Olivia were hoping to become full members of the Clan by passing the Wyvern Initiation Program. They were standing on a bleak little beach at the bleakest spot on the whole bleak town. A heavy rain was falling. > ><p align="justify">"PAY ATTENTION!" screamed Vemik the Vulgar, the dragonborn in charge of teaching Initiation. > ><p align="justify">"This will be your first military operation, and Olivia will be commanding the team." > ><p align="justify">"Oh, not Oli-via," groaned Alfheir the Abysmal and most of the other children. > ><p align="justify">"You can't put Olivia in charge, sir, she's USELESS." > ><p align="justify">Olivia Onerous Ordnos the First, the Hope and Heir to the Clan of the Steelbane Knights, wiped her nose miserably on her sleeve. She sank a little deeper into the mud. > ><p align="justify">"ANYBODY would be better than Olivia," sneered Yariel Hillbringer. "Even Valtor Junior would be better than Olivia." Valtor Jr had a squint that made him as blind as a jellyfish, and an allergy to reptiles. > ><p align="justify">"SILENCE!" roared Vemik the Vulgar,. "The next child to speak has limpets for lunch for the next THREE WEEKS!" There was absolute silence immediately. Limpets are a bit like worms and a bit like snot and a lot less tasty than either. > ><p align="justify">"Olivia will be in charge and that is an order!" screamed Vemik, who didn't do noises quieter than screaming. He was an almost seven-foot dragonborn with a mad glint in his one working eye and a scales like exploding fireworks. > ><p align="justify"> Despite the freezing cold he was wearing hairy shorts and a teeny weeny deerskin vest that showed off his eggplant-purple skin and bulging muscles. He was holding a flaming torch in one gigantic fist.</p></div> &nbsp; --- >[!cite|transcript]- Transcript >Long ago, on the wild and windy isle of Wynver, a smallish girl with a longish name stood up to her ankles in mud. Olivia Onerous Ordnos the First, the Hope and Heir to the Clan of the Steelbane Knights, had been feeling slightly sick ever since she woke up that morning. > > Ten children, including Olivia were hoping to become full members of the Clan by passing the Wyvern Initiation Program. They were standing on a bleak little beach at the bleakest spot on the whole bleak town. A heavy rain was falling. > > "PAY ATTENTION!" screamed Vemik the Vulgar, the dragonborn in charge of teaching Initiation. > > "This will be your first military operation, and Olivia will be commanding the team." > > "Oh, not Oli-via," groaned Alfish the Abysmal and most of the other children. > > "You can't put Olivia in charge, sir, she's USELESS." > > Olivia Onerous Ordnos the First, the Hope and Heir to the Clan of the Steelbane Knights, wiped her nose miserably on her sleeve. She sank a little deeper into the mud. > > "ANYBODY would be better than Olivia," sneered Yariel Hillbringer. "Even Valtor Junior would be better than Olivia." Valtor Jr had a squint that made him as blind as a jellyfish, and an allergy to reptiles. > > "SILENCE!" roared Vemik the Vulgar,. "The next child to speak has limpets for lunch for the next THREE WEEKS!" There was absolute silence immediately. Limpets are a bit like worms and a bit like snot and a lot less tasty than either. > > "Olivia will be in charge and that is an order!" screamed Vemik, who didn't do noises quieter than screaming. He was an almost seven-foot dragonborn with a mad glint in his one working eye and a scales like exploding fireworks. > > Despite the freezing cold he was wearing hairy shorts and a teeny weeny deerskin vest that showed off his eggplant-purple skin and bulging muscles. He was holding a flaming torch in one gigantic fist.