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Hey Moon! Congratulatmations on getting to 95 chapters! Well done. So, in your opinion, who is your favorite character so far?
Anyways, I thought I may as well release a new chapter so,
Chapter 9
Dilaths’s POV
The skies seemed to become stained with blood as the sun began to sink beneath the Peak of Dragonridge. A dagger held in both of my hands, I study Fort Solsith. Rather foolishly, I turn to examine the flat plains around me, I remember to a day almost two years ago now.
Sorry guys, I don’t got enough time. Just realized a deadline on one of my essays is tomorrow
Bye,
-Ranger.
Author’s Note: Sorry I haven’t updated this in a while. Hope you like it!
-Ranger
The Tribe of Shadows
Ch 9: Betrayal
As I turned, I saw someone almost 200 feet behind me, in camouflage, lying in sniper position with a rifle aiming right at my skull. Whoever it was saw me turn and dashed away. I ran toward where they had been, looking for some sort of clue. All I found was a note, saying
Find my apprentice. Kill him, and report back to me at Fort Deepwood. If you are seen, tell me immediately. Keep a walkie on hand. If Dilath sees this note, all is lost.
-Blackmoon
I snarled, my eyes flashing to glowing green with slitted pupils. “You will pay for this treachery, Blackmoon. I will find you, and SKIN YOU ALIVE!” I screamed, my voice echoing across the valley. I stood up, my black TEK armor, which I now used when attacking hostile forts, flaring with energy. I launched myself into the air as I let out a piercing whistle. I landed perfectly on the saddle of my Argentavis, Cloud, and flew off towards the Redwoods, where Fort Deepwood was located.
After close to two hours, I reached the fort. Dropping down silently, I drew the dagger Blackmoon gave me. He would be slain by his own gift. Now inside the walls, scanned the area for enemies. Seeing none, I creeped towards what looked like the keep. Suddenly. Blackmoon’s voice boomed across the courtyard. “Ah, Dilath. You REALLY thought you could attack my fort alone? I would never have expected such… Idiocy from my own apprentice. Now drop the knife, and let us talk. Unless you want a bullet through the skull. Stand up, boys.” Immediately, almost fifty men, each with TEK rifles, stood up from the bushes. By the Overseer! How did I miss them? But as I thought this, I felt a tearing pain across my body, like a sword was slashing it. I felt my vertebrae grow out into spines on my back. My head lengthened, becoming raptor like. Dark gray scales grew over my skin. My eyes glowed green, slitted pupils staring daggers at Blackmoon. A long whiplike tail grew from my back, my teeth lengthened, and my fingers grew claws. I was no longer human. I was like Aemosa. Like my father. This was, IS my birthright. I let out a roar, summoning a hundred or more Deinonychus. “You will pay, Blackmoon. Destroy them, my legion,” I said, my voice like thunder. Immediately, all hell broke loose. I sprinted towards Blackmoon, who was trying to mount an Argentavis, warped to human form and leaped onto his back, my dagger slashing through his TEK armor. “Die,” I whispered. The blade plunged through his spine. I jumped off, allowing the Argentavis to fly off, his slowly dying body still on it’s saddle. General Aemosa stepped out from the shadows. “Well done, brother! You won against an enemy much more powerful than yourself, slaying your own former master with his own gift to you. Poetic, really,” he said. “But now brother, you must recruit people into your Tribe of Shadows. You will take over Pyrrhia. And then, you shall slay the Overseer,” he continued. I nodded, pulling out my map. “Can you mark any nearby settlements?” I asked. He did so. There was a village very close nearby. And apparently, my old township was being rebuilt. One day, I shall return there.
-Ranger
Sorry I was unable to upload last Friday, college was messing with my schedule. (And yes, I’m in college), so, this one should be uploaded by this Wednesday. Anyway, I realize that people don’t really like the change in Dilath, but it will probably make sense soon. Anyways, well done, Moon, you’re nearing the 80 chapter mark! But back to The Tribe of Shadows, chapter 8
The Wretched Dilemma
(FIRST PERSON POV)
I stared in pure shock at the creature above me. It had all the qualities of the Wretched, also called Raptormen (AN: or were the Wretched the hybrids, I can’t remember, sorry) The blackish red scales, the glowing white eyes, and a head covered with spikes near the back, creating an almost frill-like structure (AN: Think of the spikes on the Indoraptor). The nearly eight foot tall beast simply stood at the foot of my cot, looking almost… proud. “Hello, child,” whispered a deep, yet also snakelike voice. I, rather disturbed, grabbed the knife on my table. “Who… are you?” I muttered. The creature slowly smiled. “Oh, me? I’m only someone you should know very well. I’m a…family friend, shall I say? I suppose I am. But another thing you could call me…is brother,” the creature replied. “What the… I can’t be related to…” I let the sentence hang. ‘But how?’ I thought. “Well, let me explain. See, your true father, a warrior by the name of Darkstorm, had a child with a human, about, 20 years ago. Well, I mean not be offensive, but, you are the child of a, rather unpleasant event, as our father was, in a term of speech, forced upon, thus causing a child. And that child is you. Ever wondered where your strange ability in that dungeon came from? You bring in that dungeon was a trial, orchestrated by our Grandfather, was to test your abilities. You are a bearer of the strange ability, Beast-speech, that is incredibly rare among us Raptori, as we refer to ourselves as. The human name we are referred to as is rather offensive, and annoying, in our opinion. And you are very powerful, as your actual father, not the one who raised you, was an incredible fighter himself, and those traits have been passed down to you. But that burst of energy…? Well, that’s your power alone. But, Dilath, I may as well properly introduce myself. My name is Grand General Aemosa,” My brother completed. (AN: D@mn, that was a lot of text). I sighed. Another massive amount of information that I had literally no knowledge about. “And why have you come to me?” I mutter. “You’ll know soon, my brother. You’ll know soon…”
TO BE CONTINUED
-Ranger
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
Guns n’ Rexes
Chapter 1: When Past Meets Present
You hear about the dinosaurs, how they died a couple million years ago - give or take a millenia - and how they walked the Earth just as men do now. Only, history must’ve gotten in some kinda pickle cause I’m pretty sure last I checked it was 2021, and my plump rear was plonked in front of the telly with one hand holding the remote and another in a pack of Doritos. Covid kept the door locked and made sure I was unfit, but then… Well, I don’t really remember what happened next but I woke up on some beach in this strange place. Sounds like a Netflix intro, huh? Yeah. Sure as heck seems like I’m in some Netflix show. I mean, how could a fatso like me wake up on a dusty beach after falling alseep on his sofa and then go on to discover that some frickin’ extinct species was just chilling here with me? On this hella-weird cliff place? Yeah. Definately a Netflix show.
Well, it turned out that I wasn’t alone. Some guy, maybe in his thirties, had been round here on some ancient horse ancestor. He must have some issues in his brain cause he thinks he’s from the Wild West. He sure acts, looks and sounds like a cowboy anyway. Somehow I survived for a bit, made some clothes out of leaves and a bow with some vines and a sapling I found but I didn’t know how to make arrows sooo… I just yeeted rocks at stuff that ran at me. It usually worked. He found me, ranted on about some ‘potential’ he saw deep inside me or whatever and then ‘took me as his apprentice’. It meant proper clothes, a decent meal and a friend so I happily said yes.
Fast forward a while and I’m pointing a pistol while on the back of a feathered raptor from Jurassic Park and robbing a convoy while at high speeds- living the best Dino-Cowboy life there is. How did I get to this point? Lotta stories for another time cause this campfire’s gonna run out before I get to Chapter 2. Besides, it’s late and I’m tired.
-Next in Direwolf! Felt like writing another story after a while.
-Nightfall
Protectors of Pandora
Chapter 6 ~A very civilized meeting~
The direwolves were so close to Ron now that he could feel their breath in his feathers, he was terrified, and just as the alpha wolf was opening its jaws they heard; “HEY! HERE PUPPIES.” The wolves all turned to look and they saw Ping, with a flipper full of saber-tooth salmon. “Want some Feesh doggies?!!” He said. All four wolves immediately sat down, tails wagging and tongues sticking out. “whattt—” Ron said. Ping tossed the fish on the ground and the wolves ate very appreciatively, “thank you good sir, we where famished.” The alpha said. “Wait you can talk?” Ron said. “Well of course we can talk, what do you think we are a bunch of savages?” The alpha wolf said. “Well.. kinda, you were about to eat me..” Ron. “Well- a packs gotta eat you know it’s hard living out here.. -uhh sorry where are my manners I am, sir Charles tundra the third, and this is, Alfred, Evelyn and George. And you are?” Sir Charles said. “I’m Ping!” Ping said. “Uh Ron.” Ron said. “Well Master Ping and Ronald thanks again for the meal, now where are you two travelers heading?” “It’s a long story, do you guys have anywhere we could wait out this blizzard?” Ron said. “Of course, our cave is just over there.” Sir Charles said, pointing to the north.
The wolves led the two birds through the blizzard and up the side of a mountain, until they reached a small cave entrance, it was just big enough for the wolves to get through but not much bigger. The inside was just four rock walls and a torch to the right. “This is.. nice.” Ron said. “Oh no no nonono this is just the entrance.” Sir Charles said. He pawed the torch down, and one of the walls retracted, revealing a beautiful dark wood door, two of the wolves opened the double doors and Ron’s jaw dropped at the sight of the room, it was lit with both candles and torches, the far wall and the wall to the left were bookshelves, and the right wall was pushed out a bit like a large cubby and in this “room” were large dog beds and comfy chairs, in the center of the room was a large gold studded table with 12 very fancy chairs, the ceiling was about 15 feet high (about 5 meters) it had a mural of the sky with gold human figures painted on it, along with different creatures and the obelisks. And there was a huge glorious chandelier. “Welcome to our cave.” Sir Charles said.
This is just going to be an unrelated story, so this’ll just be a prologue to chapter VII
A Tribe of Shadows Chapter VII.I
Third POV
Dilath yawned and stretched. It was maybe four in the morning. The reason he got up at such a godforsaken time? It was a mission day. Cracking his neck, he hopped out of his bed, pulled on some clothes and his armor, strapped his two extra swords, Blight and Stygian, to his back. His two pistols at his belt, he walked out from his hut. Blackmoon, or as Dilath called him to annoy him, BM, looked at him with surprise. “Normally takes you nearly an hour to get ready for missions. Why done so fast?” Blackmoon remarked. Dilath gave a slight smile, then stated
“Well, today’s an important mission, plus the enemy camp is maybe an hour away. Had to get up early if I want to get there in time,”Dilath’s mentor nodded in reply. “Okay. Go ahead, but at least get some food first,” he remarked, tossing Dilath a pack of jerky. Dilath nodded. He’d probably need food anyway. “Bye BM!” Dilath yelled as he left the cave system.
One Hour Later
Slipping into the tall reeds, Dilath approached a Imperial Faction military camp. These idiots where some of the worst, constantly destroying villages. Dilath pulled Blight and Stygian from their sheathes, before bolting into the camp. His two blades flashed in the pale light. Two soldiers fell. Then five. Then ten. Then twenty. So many soldiers were slain that within ten minutes it was cleared out. Except for one. The Champion. An incredibly powerful fighter, yet slower than Dilath as he was wearing much heavier armor. The man was nearly two times Dilath’s size. Twin axes hung from the man’s hands. “You! The man who slew Archon! I’m surprised. Pathetic,I expected more of a challenge,” whilst the man was loudly monologuing, Dilath slashed his blades across their knees. “Pathetic. I expected more of a challenge,” mocked Dilath. Then, impossibly quickly, his sword cut through The Champions neck. As he did so, he felt a stabbing pain in his back. Then, he blacked out…
Just kidding! Can’t have a cliffhanger, now can I?
Dilath awoke in a dungeon. Ge still had his armor, but he had to check to make sure that he had his weapons. D@mmit, they’d taken them off him. Then he touched his back. A singular sword remained. Stygian. The blade was made from a strange black metal similar to the Obelisk. Also similar, the sword had a roughly triangular blade, just pulled out. Thankful he at least had a weapon, he pulled it from it’s sheath and spun it around. Suddenly, a loud booming voice announced: “The first Trial is now. Enemy: Reapertors. Survive,” the voice cut off with a slight crackle. Dilath found himself teleported to a large chamber. Almost a hundred Reapertors, hybrids of Reapers and Raptors, streamed from three doors. Pulling out Stygian, Dilath stabbed one clean through the skull. One had popped up behind him, vicious claws stabbing his shoulder, a flare of blinding pain caused him to crumple down. Giving a screech of pain, he launched into the air. Then, he heard voices.
“Why do we have to kill him?” Asked one Reapertor.
“We just have to,” replied another. Dilath struggled, but finally stood up, his grip on Stygian still iron-like. Then, with impeccable accuracy, he threw the sword through a Reapertor’s skull. Dashing quickly, he pulled his sword out from the dead creatures skull. So many voices. SO MANY VOICES! It caused him genuine pain. This was it. Dilath cracked. A burst of dark gray energy exploded from him, throwing all the Reapertors against the wall. Another explosion launched from him, causing the walls to rumble. A final blast launched out from him as his own scream of agony tore through the now silent chamber. The final blast of power settled. As Dilath calmed, he could see the bodies of the Reapertors. Blackened and charred, they were grouped against the walls. A sense of guilt washed over him. That was first time something had happened to him like that since his meeting with the Deinonychus Faction.
Also, I’m just thinking about this, but should I add a, ahem, “love interest?” I don’t know what to feel about doing that, but if any readers want me to, yeah, cool. Of course, they’ll be human. That’s just be weird if they weren’t. Anyway, like the book so far?
Also, should I expand on this? Add more short stories? If so, reply.
-Ranger