Before the Game Started:

Deep within the jungle of the southern continent lies the only Weyr left on Pern, Last Hope Weyr. Having been forced to combine themselves after a deadly plague (which also killed riders and dragons as well as holders) was blamed on them, the dragonrider's moved south to live peacefully. And so they did for a time.

The last Queen, the gray and fading Corath laid a golden egg. Pern was hopeful, at least the dragonriders were. Dragons and their riders had become the most hated beings on Pern. Even tunnelsnakes were more welcome. But something went wrong at the hatching. The golden egg did not hatch. The Weyr weeped.

Turns passed, and Corath kept rising despite her age. Her species being on the brink of extinction urged her on. But her clutches were weak, with only blues and greens to fill the ranks. Then the ground shook, crumbling Southern Weyr, the dragonrider's refuge. There was but one final option, to find another Weyr.

Thus Last Hope was founded, for if Pern were to survive this Weyr had to succeed. Corath rose, but there was but one bronze to chase. This bronze had long ago been in his prime, but at this stage was a far cry from what he had been. One bluerider, Perone and her dragon Wrath, took it upon herself to challenge the bronze, and against all odds came out victorious.

It did not go over well with the remaining riders, especially when Corath laid only a single egg. When green Truth was hatched Perone declared her the Green Queen of Pern.

Whats Happened Since:

The Green Queen lived up to her name. After many doubts about the dragon's fertility, Truth rose and produced a meager clutch of ten eggs. Amoung them was a queen egg. At long last it looked as if Last Hope's luck had changed. But few dared to put too much faith in the golden shell. None had forgotten Corath's last golden egg, and how the dragonet inside had failed to break shell.

Their fears were soon put to rest, all ten eggs hatched. Gold Delphineth Impressed to Mhari, a young weyrbred healer. All of Pern's attention turned to her. What would she do? Would she re-establish the natural order to the Weyr? Or would she be content to live in a Greenrider's shadow, and even if she was would the Gold? Could Delphineth ignore the instincts that told her to lead?

Before the world could learn the answers to these questions, Pern learned of an old nemesis in a most tragic fashion. Dying and covered in threadscore, a rider with Weyrleader knots and his bronze crashed into the Weyr Bowl. The dragon died upon impact, and the rider soon after surcumbed to his injuries despite the noble efforts of the weyrhealers. It was later discovered that the rider was no other the Last Hope's own T'zer and bronze Sraddhath, only from some future time where the thread they though gone forever was terrorizing Pern again.

Whispers echo through the corridors of Last Hope Weyr, when was the thread to come...and would they be ready?.