Contest: Holiday Creatives

Hey, Dragon Lords! Are you a creative type? Do you love the holiday season and dragons? This contest is the contest for you! Even if you’re not artistically inclined, there are so many other forms of creativity that you can do.

What do I need to do to participate?

  • Create something that mixes dragons and the winter holidays. Examples include: dragon holiday cookies, drawings, songs, short stories, etc.
  • Entries should be placed within this thread.
  • Entries will need to be submitted as uploaded images to the forum, links to IG/FB/Twitter, links to Youtube or Vimeo, and PDFs
  • Only 1 entry per player

Who will be judging the entries?
Entries will be judged by the War Dragons Team.

How long will this contest run? When will winners be announced?
This contest will run from today, December 8th, to Friday, December 22nd. Winners will be announced on Friday, December 29th.

What can I win?
Prizes will be as follows:

  • 1st Prize: a War Dragons Swag Bag (the one featured on our Atlas Launch Stream), a poster, and 3000 sigils
  • 2nd Prize: a War Dragons Mug and shirt (also featured on our Atlas Launch Stream), poster, and 2000 sigils
  • 3rd Prize: War Dragons Shirt, poster, and 1000 sigils

You may see some posts from our team pop into this contest as well (we can’t be actually entered to win).


Will be interesting to see the entries :eyes:.

Are they supposed to comment on this thread or create a new post? Seems like that would create a lot of traffic and become annoying.

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@Arelyna Will prizes be sent internationally? (asking for international teammates)

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Commenting here with a link to your submission would probably be best! That way we can avoid double threads for the contest, as well.

Just to be clear: winning sigils will be Wintertide Sigils, and anyone who places will receive at least 1,000 Wintertide Sigils as part of their winning gift. :slight_smile:

Good luck, everyone!


I can’t wait to see some of the entries :+1:t2:


Yes, they also send prices to austria :grin: no limit for pg

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Here is my entry, sung to “Jingle Bells”

Dashing through the snow
In a one-dragon open sleigh
O’er the hills we go
Laughing all the way
Flames from dragons bring
Making peasants cry
What fun it is to fly and sing
A slaying song tonight

Jingle bells, jingle bells
Slaying all the way
Oh what fun it is to fly
In a one-dragon open sleigh, hey
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Pillaging all the way
Oh what fun it is to fly
In a one-dragon open sleigh

IGN ChargerRT1969


Aww man. Going to be good

We will ship internationally. We do for many winners of our contests with swag.

Thanks for being the first entry ChargerRt1969!

I am so excited to see what everyone comes up with! I will also be adding something in when I get a chance. :slight_smile:


You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen,
you know Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen,
But do you recall
The most famous dragon of them all
Rudolph the Red-Flamed Dragon
Had a very bright flame
And if you ever saw it
You would even say it glows
All of the other dragon
Used to laugh and call him names
They never let poor Rudolph
Join in any dragon games
Then one foggy Christmas Eve,
Santa came to say,
Rudolph with your flame so bright,
Won’t you guide my sleigh tonight


Hoping this works, : )

WinterTide_1.pdf (1.4 MB)

My humble submission as Orin meets the death of WinterTide

Orin tried to pry open his eyes from sleep, but his lashes were frozen together and it took him a moment. As he roused from his slumber, he remembered the stories passed down from old. His grandfather would place the child Orin on his lap on the coldest of Winter days, and retell the story of WinterTide, as the hearth would blaze beside them and keep the chill at bay.
“You’ve never known such cold as the WinterTide” he had said. “A man’s ears would snap off if he was outside without protection for more than a minute. Fingers blackened from frostbite in mere moments, and many men and beasts alike died in the frigid grip of this seldom seen cold.”
“But the cold was the least of our worries; because what the cold brought with it on its biting winds from the North was much, much worse”.
“DRAGONS” he had said. “But not the type we know. Not the dragons we train, and war with, and call our own, but a magical and fierce type. A breed apart which normally lived at the arctic pole, but came south during the epic cold in search for food. And to these dragons, everything was food. Including us”.
“We would bring our hordes of war dragons to fend them off, but more often than not we were defeated by a mere few. They burned our homes. They ate our flocks, but also our friends and families”.
Orin sat up in his bed of furs and wondered if today would be the day they came, or if it had just been an old story told by old men.

His grandfather had told him to beware the Winter when the sun itself gave no warmth, because then the WinterTide dragons would come, and bring with them death to all. This was that Winter. A Winter ten times colder than Orin had experienced in his 57 years.
His bones chilled him as he made his way to stoke the fire in his fortress chamber, but before he could arrive to the hearth, he heard a dragon roar. His dragon. He knew the sound better than his own voice, as he had been flying him all of his life. His bonded blood drake. His friend and brother in war.
He grabbed his fur and dragonhide warcoat as he dashed to the eyrie adjacent to his room; lashed the belt holding his battle sword around his waist and flew open the deadbolt of the door. He struggled with the weight of the door as tempest winds beat it back, and as he put his shoulder into it he heard his dragon scream a scream he’d never heard, followed by a strangling gurgle, and then…silence. He finally forced his way out into the biting blizzard roar, and his ears immediately started to freeze to brittle flesh, but he wasn’t even aware; because there in front of him lay his dead and bloodied drake, and towering over his lost friend was an abomination of nature. A dragon twice the size of his own. Flaming steam rising from its scales. A mane of gold outlining its ravenous face. The blood of Orin’s drake dripping from its muzzle and splashing into puddles of crimson ice as it hit the ancient stone of the eyrie.
Its eyes were white…whiter than the snow, but evil through and through, as it lowered its head and began to leer at its next victim. It pulled its lips wide exposing its teeth the size of javelins.
But Orin had other ideas.
WinterTide had come.
It wasn’t a fable.
The reality of it blazed in front of him.
A Tempest dragon of WinterTide.
He drew his sword.
He unlashed a rope from his belt.
His drake was dead.
He would mourn later.
Right now he needed another, and there was one right in front of him. One that would bring fear to Orin’s enemies.
He would have it. That or die.


Here is my entry for the contest (a poem):

           A visit from St. Kinnarus. 

''Twas the night before Christmas and all through my base
My builders were building, upgrading the place
Winter season had started, new dragons to see,
I bought 10 gold chests as a present to me.
My dragons were training, I had piles of lumber,
When all my defenses awoke from their slumber!
I’d been saving up food and the going was tough,
Now someone was coming to steal all my stuff!

First Ferrox, then Durga, Ettin and Nix,
Then Hugin and Lumen, I thwarted all six!

But all of a sudden arose such a clatter!
I scrolled over quickly; what was the matter?
My entire first island had burst into flame!
No doubt in my mind as to who was to blame.
My mages, my cannons, I watched all get destroyed.
This Christmas Eve I was not overjoyed.
I do like the holidays but now I was miffed.
Saint Kinnarus was here and my base was the gift."


You just beat me to it!


‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the den
Not a dragon was stirring, not even Lumen;
The towers were built and the eggs incubated,
In fear as a dragon lord’s raid was awaited;

The builders all cowered, restless in their beds,
While visions of dragon-fire raced through their heads;
And Ash with her staff, and I with my blade,
Stayed awake and alert for the incoming raid.

When out on the base there arose such a clatter,
I sprang forth to go and see what was the matter.
Away near the lighthouse I heard a loud crack,
A sound that I knew to be distant dark flak.

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid day to objects below,
When, what my wandering eyes saw arrivin’,
Was a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny wyvern.

With a muscular driver, I could see through the fog,
I knew in a moment that it must be Grogg.
More rapid than eagles his dragons they came,
And he bellowed, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now, Durga! now, Danzig! Gargula and Necryx!
On, Nosfer! on Noctua! Equestor and Avyx!
Burn down the cannon tower! Burn down the Mage!
(Now cloak for a bit while we build up some rage).”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When dragons meet resistance, defenders die,
So up to my den the war dragons flew,
With mouths full of fire, and a dragon lord too.

And then, in an instant, it all went calm,
Hammer-spamming had saved both the mill and the farm,
As I drew in my hand and was turning around,
The second lord came, this time riding Tarand.

He was dressed all in armour, from his head to his feet,
From his medals I guessed that he paid for elite;
A rather high level, the suggestion unspoken
He’d followed this raid just to earn some egg tokens.

He was powerful and strong, a right fearsome sight,
And I cried when I saw him, this would be no fight;
A quick look at his stats and I thought “Oh darn it!”
I’d just started gold tier; this guy was on garnet.

He spoke not a word, but went straight for the kill,
And torched an ice turret, two farms and a mill.
A shimmering shield round the dragon he rode;
Lethal Barrier’s end saw my base explode;

His dragon flew off, as he heard the fan fare,
My defenders and I just looked on in despair.
But I heard him exclaim, as he withdrew his forces,
“Happy Christmas to all, thanks for your resources.”


Do bot read below. This is my entry…and while im here i wanted to say thx for making this amazing game and for updating it so often it really is an amazing peice of work.


Nice job badgerwar! Great minds think alike:)

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This is good :clap:


Here is my entry for the contest.

On the twelveth day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
12 fireballs flying
11 cannons shooting
10 archer arrows
9 red mage towers
8 ships a sailing
7 dragons stabled
6 hungry dragons
5 island bases
4 lightening towers
3 fire flak towers
2 ice turrets
and 1 unbeatable base!!


I laughed the whole way through you are go creative

This was a really good entry good luck

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