So once I was carrying a baby deinonychus in a procotodon when I ran into a lvl 37 allosaurus and my baby fell out the pouch never to be seen again 1 up = 1 salute

So. I tamed a carchar yesterday.

Nothing else to report though. Can’t think of what to write honestly.

-Ranger

Once open a time…ah forget it.

So I had a bunch of deinonychus eggs (like 9) I got them all from using a bait technique so I hatched them all

Turns out I suck at being a parent because only 1 survived *-*

I named it snowy and it died to a raptor the next day.

I just got 3 new eggs and I named the babies Denise Deborah And Destiny. They died to a raptor as well. I just got 2 eggs and one had triplets. I lost them all today. I still have 1 egg to hatch.

God I suck at being a parent.

1 up = 1 R.I.P to those who have not made it past childhood T-T

A lonely rock drake walked into The crowd moving to the Abberation Trench on Valgrueo. They arent allowed to come, so he snuck in. The crowd walked and finally came to there. They moved in just as a baby raptor was born. Said raptor loved to adventure, so the little raptor and his siblings from across the map walked to the trench. The other two died fighting a giga (they grew up along the journey) but the little clever female escaped. She walked and saw the trench, and went in. As she was clever, she escape bigger predators. She walked into the mushroom forest and saw a rock drake, a male who looked sad. They talked and apparently the rock drake, named Zoomer, had lost his family before hatching. The humand took him but dropped him whilr they were fighting something. The raptor, named Cinder, told him about how she and her sibs were adventurers, but they died coming here. They became friends, and then mates. Zoomer died fighting off a bunch of karkinos and defending the nest. Cinder escaped with the eggs and made it to the White Cliffs, settling in and hatching the eggs. They turned into deinonychus and lived across the map. The spirits of them lived on and watched as their descendants killed every last survivor venturing in their territory.

-Seasnake

I had managed to snatch an egg that had level 140 parents had was excited to hatch my first Deinonychus and took it back to my house and then put down a bunch of standing torches to warm the egg. I went to drop the egg in the middle of the torches and looked and saw the egg had not been dropped. Then I heard a heart dropping munching sound and realized that I had eaten the egg! Moral of the story: make sure you press Left trigger and not Right trigger on console when dropping eggs you plan to hatch!

Tribe of Shadows: Alternate Timeline

Chapter IV: Bounty Hunting 101

Quint leaned against an empty note board and rose his eyebrow at Dilath. ‘Took you long enough, kid.’ The man said, a faint smile on his face. Dilath grinned. ‘Nice to see you, brother.’ The hunter replied. ‘So, how’d you get away from the Imps? I didn’t see you in the Yurkhall.’ Quint asked. Dilath retold his tale of the last few days, and Quint nodded. ‘And speaking of getting away from those idiots, how’d you escape?’ Dilath himself asked. ‘Well, I swiped a sword from one of their guards, killed him, and jumped out the window. Swam for a few minutes until they lost track of me, and ended up near the Redwoods. I got here yesterday. Thought you were dead, Dilath.’ Quint replied. ‘Then, I did that bounty, and got this Rex-scale armor.’ Quint continued, pulling away a part of his cloak to reveal a gray Rex-scale cuirass. ‘Anyways, I assume you came here for the bounties, and to destroy the Imperials, as well?’ Quint concluded. Dilath nodded. ‘Well, you’re gonna need better arms and armor. You’re more of a ranged fighter, so a longbow and obsidian arrows would work. And a short-sword or something.’ Quint muttered, scrawling the words down on a piece of parchment. ‘And maybe some hardened leather armor? Definitely gotta get steel for your thylacoleo, though.’ The bounty hunter said, writing down the last of his list. ‘Quint?’ Dilath said. ‘What happened to Joe and the others?’ Quint turned to him. ‘Joe was the first guard to fall. A couple of our guards escaped, though. Killed a good few of Imps, too. Most of ‘em are here with us, continuing their jobs as guards. Some hired themselves out as mercenaries.’ Quint replied, his smile fading at the mention of Joseph. ‘I killed the raider commander.’ Dilath replied, drawing his dagger. Quint’s grin returned, a savage satisfaction in his eyes. ‘Good.’ The former Head of Guard replied, drawing his own sword. ‘The Imperials shall fall!’ The crowd around them cried, most of them drawing swords and axes, though one person raised their fork in the air.

‘I have enough gold to buy the armor and weapons, but you’re on your own with the thyla’s armor. Sorry, kid.’ Quint said, sheathing his blade. ‘Meh. The guards said I’d probably get enough money to rent a room in the inn. Could probably get armor for Jumper, too.’ Dilath said, indicating the silent thylacoleo next to him. Jumper chose that moment to yawn loudly and climb up the walls of a warehouse nearby. ‘It’s gonna take a long time to get him down.’ Dilath said, speaking from experience. ‘I’d guess that. Now, shall we go get your arms and armor?’ Quint replied, waving his arm at the weapon store literally just across from them. ‘Thank you, Captain Obvious.’ Dilath said with a snort. The bounty hunter indicated the sword at his side. ‘You want this sword up your nasal cavity? Then shut it.’ Quint said, dark gray eyes showing his words were a joke. ‘Tell the Federation Commander that you killed the captain of those Imperials. I’ll get the armor for you and your thylacoleo.’ (Sooner or later, I’ll make another Alternate Timeline where Dilath joins the Imperials). After around thirty minutes, Dilath returned with a large-ish bag of eight hundred Gold Tycroni, the currency of Valenfell, hidden under his cloak. (Roughly equivalent to around 6000 dollars). Dilath kept his dagger, but had managed to buy a two quivers of twenty-four obsidian arrows, a recurve bow, and a durable steel sword. Quint walked by shortly after, carrying a backpack with Dilath’s armor, a set made of durable, yet flexible and lightweight, spinosaurus scales. ‘Thanks, Quint.’ Dilath said while strapping one of the two quivers he had bought on his back. The dagger was still sheathed on Dilath’s chest, and the sword hung at his side, as with Quint. The former Reagath guard snickered. ‘I knew you were more of a long-range guy!’ Dilath rolled his eyes. ‘I do both, you old man.’ the hunter said, jokingly punching Quint on the shoulder. ‘Oh, I’M old? You’re the one with the gray-lookin’ hair!’ Quint retaliated. ‘Alright. I’mma get a room at the inn, you go back to whatever hole you crawled out of.’ Dilath said with a slightly mocking look of superiority that Quint would’ve given him before the raid. The bounty hunter snorted and walked away with what little dignity he had left, while Dilath stepped inside the inn, tossed a few coins on the counter, and walked into one of the empty rooms.

Jumper sat outside in a stable designed for thylacoleos; three large trees connected by branches, still keeping watch.

-Ranger

Bro right now no joke microraptors came out of nowhere and knocked me off my deinonychus and a carno came out of nowhere and killed me and my dienonychus, fluffy sad times

The Obelisk

-Chapter 28-

Jethezzar stepped back.

“Wrath,” he called.

A black Ravager stepped forward. “Yes, sir?”

“Find this…. Needlesss,” He ordered her. “Start a search by where he fought Ripper.”

“Yes, sir!” She said. She scampered away to the others.

“And make sure he meets the same fate as Peeri,” Jeth snarled. He paused. “In fact, find ALL her followers. Every single carnivore that believes and trusts in this prophecy of hers. And don’t stop until there are none left who breathe.”

Wrath stood up on her back legs and howled wildly, and the rest of them howled in unison. One after another, the Ravagers ran for the exit of the cave.

You think you’re so smart, Peeri.

We’ll look at where you are now.

Who’s laughing this time?

***

All acrossed Fjordur, creatures are dying.

Carnivores are slowly disappearing. Bodies are found acrossed the lands, and badly scarred Ravagers are caught fleeing the scenes.

Are the Ravagers taking over? Are they planning on overrunning the Terror birds?

If so… why are they killing innocent creatures, who seem to have nothing in common?

Carnivores are whispering to one another…

Are these targeted carnivores? Or just random victims?

Or is something more sinister going on here?

Short story shorter I never met a deinonychus

I legit randomly hatched twin females while hatching a bunch of eggs in a single player world. I chose to name them Meep and Bleep. I love 'em to bits

-Chaos Goblin

Tribe of Shadows: Alternate Timeline

Journey to the Northlands: Part Two

Day Six

Sixty-Seven Miles North East of the Ruins of Reagath

It was the dead of night. The wind howled like a rabid wolf as a lone rider mounted on his Thylacoleo, Jumper, traveled across a faded path while snow fell all around him.

Dilath gave a sigh of relief as he saw the bonfire that burned in Valenfell. He was bitterly cold, and hadn’t eaten in almost two days. Turns out that Jumper needed to eat a lot more than he did, and his rations had run out quickly. Dilath had caught a few stringy ovis, but he had given them to Jumper as to keep him going.

‘Sorry, boy. We’ll get you better food at the town, alright?’ Dilath said to his mount, as had become his custom on the long journey. The thylacleo perked his ears in response, a gesture that Dilath translated as “That’s fine. But first, I need to find a tree to sleep in.” The young hunter snorted, patting the thyla’s neck. ‘Alright, Jumper. We’ll stop for the night.’ Dilath muttered, veering a bit off the road towards the woods. Jumper climbed up a pine tree, keeping watch while Dilath set up his camp. There were two pieces of jerky left from his pack, and Dilath ate them. ‘Two more miles to go, boy.’ The hunter said to Jumper. The tree-lion seemingly nodded and stretched himself out on a branch to sleep. Dilath quickly set up his tent and made a small campfire to warm it, yawning as he did so. Dilath slept fitfully, the cold wind piercing through his tent and constantly waking him up. So, Dilath slithered out of his tent, watching the sun rise. The tundra was unforgiving, the hunter had learned, but had a strange beauty to it in moments of peace like this.

Dilath relit the campfire, warming by it for Jumper to return from his morning hunting trip.

Not long after, Dilath saw Jumper padding back to camp, carrying a surprisingly large ovis in his jaws. ‘Thanks, Jumper.’ Dilath said, scratching the thyla behind the ears. The hunter grabbed the axe from his pack and gutted, skinned, and split the ovis in pieces, quickly cooking it as he had learned earlier that, apparently, thylacleo preferred cooked meat. Dilath kept a goat leg for himself to eat, giving the rest to Jumper. The tree-lion, again, seemed to nod in thanks before dragging the dead goat up the tree to eat. (So, basically, the actual thyla acted roughly similar to a jaguar with its prey, dragging it up with it into trees to stop other predators or scavengers from getting it. Just a bit of IRL lore I found on Wikipedia). After eating quickly, Dilath packed up his tent and folded the cloth that made it up, placed it in Jumper’s saddlebag, and slung his pack back over his shoulder. ‘Let’s get going, Jumper. Only two more miles.’

That time passed by like a blur, and within barely forty minutes, Dilath and his tree-lion reached the gates of Valenfell. Two guards, mounted on yutyrannus, looked down at Dilath. ‘I mean no harm. I’m a hunter from down south, Reagath. It got hit by the Imperials a few days back, and I escaped ‘cause I was out hunting and they didn’t notice me. I killed their commander the day after, a man in a skull helmet that carried a bronze pike.’ Dilath said. The guards nodded. ‘Go on through. We are part of the Federation, the anti-Imperial alliance, so we bid you safe passage through the Northlands, huntsman. And you killed an important commander of the Imperials. That’ll certainly get you enough gold to rent a room in the inn for a week or two, and get some food for you and your thylacleo. Just tell the General.’ The guard on the right told him, swinging down from his saddle and unlocking the gate.’ ‘Thank you, sirs.’ Dilath replied. Let me guess, you’re here for the bounty?’ The left guard asked, and Dilath nodded. ‘Well, sorry to say, but that was dealt with by a man named Quint who passed by a day ago. He said he was looking for a man named Dilath.’ The young hunter’s eyes widened. ‘Quint’s here?’ He said, a surprised grin on his face. ‘Alright. So, I take it you’re Dilath.’ The guard on the right said. ‘Yeah. I’m going head to the inn, feed my Thyla, and find Quint. You know where he is?’ Dilath asked. ‘Should be at the bounty board in the center of the market. Can’t miss it.’ the guard said, nodding down the main road of Valenfell. ‘Thanks again. I’ll be heading in now.’ Dilath said, quickly walking in. Jumper silently padded next to him, but that was relatively normal in this city. Dilath heard snippets of conversations ‘…least he didn’t bring a rex. That would’ve been…’ and ‘…never seen a thyla this far north.’ Amid talk of fear about the Imperials full-on sieging them and ‘What’s that big cat thing?’ from a young child to their mother. Clearly, people weren’t as comfortable as they seemed. After a good five minutes of walking, Dilath reached the market, where a dark-skinned man with military-cut hair and a sword hanging at his side leaned against a currently empty note board. And I’m out of space.

Guess what? I graduate from college this May. Great, yes?

-Ranger.

Ranger, you’re new story seems interesting. I wonder what will happen next. Anyways..keep up the good work. Cya!

-SunnyFox57.

I’ve decided to change the name of the desert raptor thingy. It is now named Dustdevil.

Tale of Claws & Sand

Prequel

A raptor dashed across the dunes, and behind it, a massive sandstorm was gathering. The creature was almost able to escape, yet it was too late. The raptor was buried neath thousands of pounds of sand.

The creature awoke. After what felt like an eternity, the raptor could hear a strange voice, that said: “Serve me, in death, and I shall grant you life.” The dromeosaur, having no real option, accepted. At once it began to climb out from the sand, not entirely in control of itself. It surfaced almost twenty minutes later. As it walked towards a nearby river, it could see strange formations that had not been there before. What the creature could once only comprehend as mountains were gigantic obelisks, glowing red, green, and blue. Finally reaching the river, it looked itself in the waters. It looked skeletal, yet running through it was strange smoke that seemed to hold it together. Its eyes were glowing purple, like the sky after the sunset. Like night.

-Ranger

I have an addiction were i'll say just one and them come home with ten and hatch them all.

So I'm trying to hatch this thing and i have insane settings on and I get this thing close to hatching and a brontosaurus walk right next to me so I get on my 20,000 damage parasaur and kill it but I look over and I see the egg hatched and I have like 25 campfires and standing torches and as soon as I claim it and name it deen it dies (I was on fyordor and it was cold there)

R.I.P Deen

I once had a deinonychus named fluffy spikes and it died to a stupid ice wyvern.

R.I.P fluffy spikes (I am currently on fluffy spikes the fourth)

The Tribe of Shadows

An Explanation…Sort Of

(Dilath POV)

Ranger appeared, calmly sitting on a tree branch. ‘Took you long enough,’ he said. I looked at him, annoyed. ‘You’re a pain.’ I said. The Author simply rose an eyebrow, pulled out a book, and looked at me. ‘If you’re going to just insult me, you may as well leave,’ he said in a dry tone. ‘If you control this world, why did you kill Joseph?’ I asked. Ranger sighed and dropped down from the tree, his cloak flaring upward from the wind. It went back once he landed. ‘I don’t really ‘control’ this world,’ he replied. ‘You literally call yourself the “author’. It doesn’t make sense that you-‘ I said. ‘I know it makes no sense, but I’m simply the actual Author’s form in this universe. In another, he is Edmund. In another, he is Pyro. To put it simply, I am one of three ‘Authorn’. The Authorn work as the Author’s system of messengers. In Pyro’s world, the Authorn are called the Scrymblo. In Edmund’s, we are called the Dorban. I built the city that you and Quint live in. I named it after the Dorban because of a rune I carved into the Tree.’ Ranger explained. I was tired of his riddles. I was mad that he had allowed my village to be destroyed. So much was my rage, I threw a dagger at him. In an instant, the Authorn of Pyrrhia pulled out a massive longbow, nocked an arrow, and sent it flying a quarter of an inch above my head. ‘Calm, Dilath.’ Ranger said. The Authorn let out a hiss of pain, as if he had a bad headache. ‘Ruddy timeline messes,’ he muttered. ‘Explain. Why did essentially everyone I knew at Reagath die two years ago?’ I questioned. Ranger looked at me, a devilish grin one his face.

‘It’s called plot, kid.’

Ranger disappeared, leaving me both confused and angered.

-The Author Called Ranger, Not The Authorn In My Book.

Thanks, Moon. I don’t really know, but I would like to ask you.

A crossover chapter from both sides of the story?

That would make a rather interesting chapter. My chapter will be from Dilath’s POV. Basically, the plot line would be…

A strange portal opens at the Green Obelisk of both worlds. All of the Prophecy members along with Dilath feel a strange pull towards the portal. The moment they enter that pass out. They are now transported to a strange, barren desert. Scorched Earth. Eventually, they meet. As Dilath can speak to the dinosaurs (so far he has only discovered Deinonychus), he first meets Rust, then the rest of them. He is curious of the Rock Drake though. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen one. Anyways, after roughly a month on SE, they reach the Manticore Arena. Dilath's intelligence, along with the strength of the others, allow them to defeat the Manticore. They are transported back to their own worlds, but a voice coming from above them said “You’re lucky you escaped my first trial…”

The chapter ends there on a cliffhanger of them reappearing at the top of the Volcanos in their worlds.

Premise idea, finished. If you like it, Moon, please reply.

-Ranger

So I had a deinonychus named Denver and he is amazing, we explored the aberration trench, gone through many caves, and helped me get 3 Allos and one day I was out hunting beaver dams for cementing paste then a yuty came out of nowhere and her carno minions attacking me (yuty was level 145 and the carnos I don’t know) but I took out the carnos and with 2600 health left out of 3100 but then the yuty fear roared Denver and we almost drowned because of the ice lake but we got out and I had 30 health left out of 450 from the fight and lake but Denver is me favorite Deinonychus and alway will be this was on Val