I’m going to change Dorban’s name back to Dorban. It’s a much better name, in my opinion.

Tribe of Shadows:

New Recruits (Dilath’s POV)

Me, Quint, and Joseph stood around a map of Pyrrhia, marking down any nearby villages. ‘Alrighty people. We already have three more recruits. Marian Lyleviel, Donté Black-Blood, and Flint Stone.’ (AN: Totally didn’t do that on purpose). Quint snorted at the final name. ‘Flint. Stone? Of all names someone with the last name ‘Stone’ could give someone, Flint sure as life is the worst!’ I sighed in annoyance. ‘Real original, Quint. Anyways, Lyleviel is from the Redwoods settlement, Huntreis. Black-Blood is at Sarlenfell, a hunting colony in the Northern Wastes. Stone is currently with a team rebuilding New Reagath. I’ve heard they’re going to change the name. Apparently, the word ‘Reagath’ is now cursed.’ I told them, drumming my fingers on the table where the map was placed. ‘Which place is the closest?’ Joseph asked. ‘Reagath, but I’m not keen to go back yet.’ I replied. ‘Quint, where do you think we should go?’ I continued. ‘Even though it’s the farthest away, Sarlenfell. I heard some rumors back when Reagath was, well, just Reagath, was talking’ to a couple fur traders, by the way,’ Quint stopped for a moment mid-sentence to take a breath, then continued. ‘That Sarlenfell has been experiencing some bad Direwolf attacks. Maybe we can go help, if they’re still happening. Plus, we could make a good profit. We’ll need it if we all gonna get TEK armor and weapons.’ Quint promptly walked over to a row of canteens that I had refilled earlier, grabbing one and drinking almost half of it in one swig. ‘Anyways, what I was tryna say is that Sarlenfell is the best course. We’d make a decent profit, and have another person in this accursed empty city,’ Quint said, done speaking. The veteran walked back to the table. Joseph nodded in agreement. ‘Alright, we’ll head to Sarlenfell.’ Joseph said. ‘Go to the armory. It’s about thirty feet to the left of here. Also, mind the tree.’ I explained, walking over to the armory myself. I grabbed my own Warped (AN: Eerie) pistol and tossed both of my allies TEK rifles. I grabbed my extra hunting knife, the others already on my belt, and slid in into a sheath just under my left hand. I handed Joseph a machete and Quint a honed (Ascendant) sword. I walked over to my hut, grabbing a spare bedroll and cooking supplies. ‘No need to eat hard rations out there. Not yet, anyway. Plus, I’m probably goin’ to need more sleep than the others.’ I muttered to myself. I walked over to the apparel section of the armory, grabbing three sets of fur armor. ‘Head to whatever hut around here. Not mine. Mine’s in the center of the field surrounding the Tree.’ I ordered, walking over to my stone cabin. I put my combat armor in a cryopod variant used for storage, changing into my fur armor and re-attaching my sheaths and a bandolier, which I put my TEK rifle through the back of. ‘Alrighty people. You two got tents or something? I do. Have to camp a lot. Well, had.’ I stated. Joseph pulled of the basic fur helmet that he wore. ‘If there’s an inn nearby, I’m putting back on flak armor. Much less stuffy than this stuff,’ he complained. ‘Then just go back into your hut, you lazy dilopha.’ I snarked in reply. ‘That’s offensive! I’m hurt, Dilath.’ Joseph said with a sarcastic grin on his face. ‘Can you baboons quit jabbering and let us leave?’ Quint groaned. ‘No,’ I and Joseph chorused. Quint sighed in mock anger, pulling out his pistol and shooting a small target fifty feet away. ‘Nice range. Lemme show you something better.’ I challenged. Pulling out my Warped pistol, I shot a target the size of a human head three hundred feet away. ‘How…?’ Quint asked. ‘TEK enhancement in my gun. Also, some kinda weird substance, I call it Edmundium, shoots from it. It seems to track whatever I shoot at, no matter the distance. It’s quite handy, really.’ I explained, a smirk on my face. ‘Anyways, let’s get outta here.’ I opened my crops that contained Slipspace, flicking another to summon my Argentychus, Rust. (Obelisk reference. Sorry that I didn’t ask, Moon). I whistled for Ambush, the Thyladrake of Dorban. I hopped onto Ambush, motioning for my friends to mount the others. Quint’s eyebrow rose, motioning if he could ride Slipspace. I nodded affirmatively. ‘The Thyla-Rockdrake is Ambush, the Argentavis-Deinonychus is Rust, and, as y’all probably know, the Void Wyrm-Tapejara is Slipspace.’ I patted Ambush on the head, a signal to begin walking forward.

Animal Desc:

Ambush: A red and brown Thyla that has the wings of a Rockdrake on her front shoulders. The wings are orange-ish yellow with blood-red scales.

Rust: A dusty red and brown deinonychus with the wings and tail of an Argentavis. The wings replace his front legs.

Slipspace: A tapejara with the wings and metallic scales of a Void Wyrm. He has two crests, though technically three. They make a thin arrow shape. Can’t wright more

-R

Claws & Sand

Chapter III: Devils…Monsters…

(Halo reference)

Rockwell, now twenty years old, stared down into a blood soaked valley. Memories of a night thirteen tears ago flashed in his mind. A tall, skeletal demon beckoning for him to join it seemed to appear in his mind. The raptor’s tail swayed behind the demon, a sharp, barbed growth at the end of its tail the only sign it was the Demon that Rockwell saw all those years ago. ‘Rockwell…I gave you the chance to join me…. Now look at the rage you caused upon my host?’ Out of the raptor’s skull rose a dark purple shape, twisted into the rough shape of a legless human with a twisted, tall crown on its head. ‘He’s been massacring so, so many villages for your idiocy.’ The specter’s voice seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere. It surrounded Rockwell like walls that slowly closed in on him. ‘I gave you the chance, boy…. And now the Quiet’s Host shall end your pathetic existence. Have fun…’

Edmund woke up in a small stone building. Above him, in the rafters, sat the Sand Devil, staring down at him eerily. It grinned when it saw the fear on his face. ‘No one can help you, Edmund…. You angered the Void and Its Host. Now suffer….’ The Demon lunged down onto Its target, unseen by the healers around It, tearing into Edmund’s flesh. The seven year-old in Rockwell awoke, and as he had years ago, Edmund ran.

He barely escaped the helaer’s building when a gigantic being that resembled a carboemys but with…tress and a small lake on it? Edmund looked up at that monolith of a tortoise, and knew what he had to do. He scrambled up the rough, rocky surface of one of the Oasisaur’s legs, not daring to look down. At the top, a giant adobe structure sat. It was shaped like the open mouth of a raptor, teeth made of the metal that formed the Obelisks. Then Edmund realized it wasn’t adobe…

It was the skull of a beyond gigantic creature.

-Ranger

I hope y’all liked that last chapter. This one will kinda show just how violent the Host of the Quiet can be.

Claws & Sand

Chapter II: Wrath of the Quiet

A scorched skeletal deinonychus stood at the edge of a cliff. The Risen’s eyes scanned through the canyon underneath it. Spotting a lone Ovis, the Host scampered down the cliff side, its talons leaving infinitesimal scratches in the ancient adobe. The Risen jumped the last five feet of the cliff wall, landing with a slight cracking noise as the stone broke under the Risen’s hardened claws. The Ovis turned to the Sand Devil and promptly fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes. ‘Well…one cannot waste a kill.’ The Risen Demon croaked. It slashed the barbed tip of its tail across the fallen goat, killing it near instantly. The Sand Devil looked around the canyon, saw three raptors, and calmly walked up to them. All three bowed to it. That was their last movements. The Risen used its barbed tail to decapitate one, punched a claw through the throat of one in front of it, and slit the throat of the other. T’was a whirlwind of death, so (much) was the Risen’s anger. (Author’s Note: I was a history major).

Content warning: the next part is incredibly gory.

The Demon of the Desert prowled around the canyon, killing anything that moved. An example was a small triceratops, scrounging for food in the barren desert. It had its frill ripped out and its entrails torn to shreds. Another, a stegosaurus herd. All were torn to ribbons, their bones in disturbing display of a one-sided battle. A full-grown Rex had its heart and brain ripped out, its spine pushed forward so that it pierced the apex predator’s skull, and its claws taken and stabbed in its own throat. And lastly, a pack of allosaurs had their eyes, claws, and hearts ripped out. In that order. Their bones were used to make the shape of a throne, which the Demon rested in for three days to restore the energy it had spent.

End of possibly disturbing writing

-Ranger

Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Toasters, arise. Anyways, here’s the next chapter of Claws & Sand.

Claws & Sand

Chapter I: Phobos

The Deinoraptors shuffled towards a Human camp, their bones reflecting the orange glow of fires.

A screech called out from the leading Deinoraptor, and the other four launched forth. ‘For the Risen!’ the demons cried, in the Voice of Man. The villagers grabbed spears and hatchets, most children running away in fear. A Deinoraptor stepped towards a small boy, intending to kill. ‘No…leave the child alone.’ the Risen One hissed, appearing behind the other skeletal beast. ‘I mean no disrespect, Lord, but why? There’s-‘. The Risen cut off the skeleton by cutting off its head. ‘No reason to let him live, I assume? Well, other than the fact I said so. And I speak for the Quiet One.’ The Risen stared at the fallen skull, its glowing purple eyes beginning to literally burn through the fleshless head. It turned towards the child, tilting its head in curiosity. ‘Who are you, little one?’ The Sand Devil questioned. ‘I’m called Rockwell, demon.’ The youngling replied boldly. ‘A demon, you call me?’ The Risen One stared blankly at the child, its dark, yet glowing, purple eyes sparking blood-red for a second before returning. ‘An interesting description, young human. Now run off before I lose my patience, will you?’ The once-called Dustdevil continued. The boy lunged over, grabbing a spear, and launched it at the Quiet’s Host. ‘Idiot.’ The beast slashed one claw forward, leaving a slash across the kid’s face. The child proceeded to grab another spear and attempt to stab the Risen’s eyes. With a single flick of it’s tail, the boy was thrown across the camp, which now burned from the invincible, skeletal demons who ran through it. ‘Perhaps…I would have spared you…. Not…anymore.’ The Risen whispered. The young one ran as fast as his small legs could carry him. The Risen sighed in annoyance. ‘T’was looking for a human apprentice. Perhaps I should have been less threatening.’ Dustdevil spoke not…

The Quiet did. The Deinoraptors, riddled with spears and arrows, stood behind the Risen. ‘The Men of this village are dead or scattered, Lord.’ They spoke as one. The Risen’s eyes glowed when annoyed. Its eyes were practically small purple stars. ‘Scattered? I…said kill…them.’ The Risen slashed its claws through the nearest Deinraptors’ spine. Then, it left, trailing smoke blacker than night, every footstep turning the sand to glass.

-Ranger

Guess who’s FINALLY back, after like a year?

ME!

-Ranger

The Tribe of Shadows: Alternate Timeline

Chapter 1: The Frozen North

(Alright, so this is basically going to be a Primitive Plus version of ToS).

As Dilath began to head out hunting, his dodo waddling next to him, the smell of cooking Dilophosaurus and rice wafted over him. He heard a creaking in the branches next to him. Thinking nothing of it, the boy continued to look for prey for his tribe to eat. He already had a decent catch, with a juvenile Megalocerus over his shoulder. Decently far downriver from his village, Dilath hears a faint shout coming from the trees far behind in. A group of fifty raiders stream out, chitin armor reflecting the firelight from the village. Brutal screams come from his home as the five guards of Dilath’s village, at least those who were currently on duty, streamed out to face the raiders. Though the guards had better armor, they were defeated swiftly, their bodies thrown into the river. There had only been one casualty on the raiders’ side. One of the enemy soldiers pulled out an unlit torch and flickered open a weird little box that gave off fire. Lighting the torch, the enemy stepped towards the wooden walls of Reagath, and lit them, carefully. The Imperial raiders laughed, a noise that made Dilath’s blood run cold. People began to run, but Dilath noticed a few raiders that had crossbows. The attempted escapees were quickly slain as the raiders advanced through the village, screams of death echoing as the enemies pillaged the entire town, loading their bounty onto wheelbarrows that farmers had been using to transport goods. ‘Go, go, go! We got all we need, now scramble before reinforcements from the Yurkhall get here!’ The presumed commander of the raiders yelled. ‘No, sir. We’re going to storm the Hall.’ a few soldiers told him. ‘Alright, fine! May as well make this place fully Imperial territory. So, the soldiers marched through the town, burning and killing as they ascended up the hill towards the Yurkhall. There was a garrison of fifteen men at the Yurkhall, who had barricaded the door. Two raiders ripped out a torch from the ground, setting the hardwood doors of the Hall alight. One of the raiders lifted the Imperial banner of a red dragon on a silver background. The flames spread through the hall, burning it out, forcing survivors to the top of the Yurkhall. The Imperials drew their axes to hack the door properly off its hinges. What happened after, Dilath couldn’t see. But he could hear screams and the crackle of a hundred fires. Terrified for his life, and the lives of his friends, Dilath scrambled up the cliff by his town, peering down at the Hall, for any sign of life. All he saw was flickers of red as chitin-wearing Imperials marched burned down the building. The boy moved backwards, towards a hole in a tree. Fitting his small body into it was easy, but staying warm likely wouldn’t. He didn’t have his camping supplies, that was likely burned with the village. And it was a cold, cold night. Sitting down in the tree, Dilath couldn’t sleep. His mind raced too fast, too much. At almost three in the morning, Dilath fell asleep as the world awoke. Waking up a few hours later, the boy’s back was sore. ‘Uggggh.’ Dilath muttered. Shaking his head to clear it, he remembered the horrors of the previous night. So, the hunter travels down towards his village, scanning it for anyone alive. The Imperials were gone.

‘No….’ Dilath slurred. They can’t all be dead, right? He asked himself. After finding no one, Dilath allowed himself a moment to grieve. An entire village, scorched to the ground in just a few hours. His village. Dilath trudges over to the Yurkhall. There were a few spears in an alcove in the wall, and Dilath snatches a few of them, three in a pouch on his back, one in his hand. He had a slingshot at his belt and a few stones in a pouch next to it. Maybe there were a few Imperials left that he could wreak vengeance on. If not, he’d make his way towards the Redwoods to find the hunting colonies that were scattered there, or the Northlands. He’d heard about a recent string of bandit attacks in the North near Valenfell, and the large bounty that would be given to whoever killed the Saberfangs. So, a simple hunting life or work as a bounty hunter in the savage and cold Northlands? The answer was simple. Dilath had always longed to explore, and wouldn’t mind the cold. For some reason, the winter didn’t my seem to effect him nearly as much as with other people. Dilath didn’t know why. (The reason for that is because, let’s just say Dilath isn’t a Raptori in this timeline). But that was aside the point. Dilath wanted revenge. So, the fifteen year old crept into the ruins of the Yurkhall, the smell of burned flesh hanging in the air. Sniffing the air, he detected the faint smell of metal that didn’t come from blood. Dilath dodged just as an Imperial crossbow bolt slammed into the wall where he’d sat seconds before! Dilath fumbled to pull out his sling, and I’m outta space.

The first chapter of Claws & Sand is LONG overdue. Welp, here it is…

Claws & Sand

Prologue: The Demon

(Third person, following Dustdevil).

A small trail of smoke followed the Risen Demon as it walked, staining the sand black. It passed tribes of Men, who stared at it with fear. Beasts bowed their heads in respect, and it stared with its inward-spiraling, glowing purple eyes in return. The harsh, sharp clicking noise of claws on stony ground was the only noise the Risen made.

After many, many days, the deinonychus known as Dustdevil reached the Obelisk that glowed a pale green. It looked at the ancient monolith with disgust. ‘Made by man….’ Those were the first words it ever spoke, echoing through the halls of time. T’was the first words any non-human spoke, and they were said with distaste at Man. ‘If these…structures were built by Man, then by beast they shall be ruined.’ A mental command called the bones of a strange, long-dead variant of the Deinonychus up to the ground, forming into a full creature that stood at nearly twenty claws tall (Twenty claws is around ten feet). The raspy clicking tongue of the Deinoraptor, the beast that stood before Dustdevil, came from the Risen’s jaws. ‘Rip that tower…apart. Piece…by piece.’ The Risen flicked their tail, summoning another twelve Deinoraptors. It repeated the order to them, stalking away, still trailing smoke. The Deinoraptors claws and slashed at the ancient metal, ripping the Obelisk into pieces. Though this process would take decades, if not centuries, they continued their work. The pieces of savagely torn metal fell to the ground. (Moon, if I may use a reference). One chunk seemed to have a rune carved into it, sinking into the sand, and, unbeknownst to the Risen and the Deinoraptors, would fall into a different world.

(Back with the Risen Demon)

Dustdevil wandered around the world, killing humans. Not for food, as they needed no sustenance, but for sport. After fifty years, three Deinoraptor skeletons approached the Demon. They spoke as one: ‘The green tower has been destroyed…. What are our new orders?’ The Risen laughed, a harsh, demonic sound. ‘Slaughter…the Men. They live near flames, in pyramids of…beast pelt. Kill them, and you shall be let to live.’ The Deinoraltors nodded, their commands clear. ‘The humans shall die, Lord…’

-Ranger

I’d like to add, about the crashes it only crashes and corrupts when there’s an update/s , or some other strange reason , ( doesn’t happen all the time but why does it happen at all?

I cannot wait!!!!

-PrimalApex:)

The Tribe of Shadows

A Duel of Legend

As the three MEKs charged forth, a beast arose, what looked like a giant sickle shaped stinger slashing the Titanosaur to pieces. What resembled a Rex but with the tail of a scorpion and tentacles growing from its back. And did I mention it was two times the size of the now dead Titanosaur? “What in the Overseer’s name is that!” Joseph yelled over the communication system. We were probably doomed, but we may as well fight. “I dunno, but what I do know is that we may die. But we’ll fight!” I said over the comms. “We sure bloody will,” replied Quint.

I walked in front then unexpectedly jumped, stabbing my MEK’s blade into the mutated Rex. It let out a terrible screech of pain and anger, slamming its tail into the side of my MEK, the hooked tip of it slightly cutting my armor. I shot a rocket point blank at the Rex’s face. The rocket exploded in one of the thing’s eyes, but it seemed unaffected. “How are we gonna beat this thing! It killed a Titanosaur with one slash,” I said, terrified. “You expect me to know? I’m just a soldier, not a monster killer. That’s your job, Dilath,” Quint spat, clearly exasperated. “Can we just focus on the giant demonic Rex that’s about to tear down the Yurkhall?” Asked Joseph. Getting an idea, I aimed a rocket right at the mutated beast’s open mouth, and fired. The thing exploded, leaving massive chunks of flesh and chitin scattered all across the now ruined New Reagath. “This place is wrecked. No real reason to live in a place like this,” Joseph stated. “Well, I may or may not sorta own an underground city that has ancient yet advanced technology and weapons, which totally wasn’t where I got my TEK gear.” I replied. “What in Rockwell’? Where did you find a literal underground city!” Quint exclaimed, surprised. “Just a few clicks southeast. But you may want to hop of your MEKs. Serothane is alive.” I responded. Out of nowhere, Ranger appeared, this time fully visible to all three of us. “Who’s that? How is he floating?” Quint and Joseph said at the same time. “Him? That’s Ranger. He’s apparently the “author” of where we are. How he’s floating? He’s basically some kind of deity.” I answered. I exited my MEK, and Ranger floated down to where I was. “Dilath. Don’t let Serothane come with you. Or do, it’s your decision. It could lead to a much darker path. Yet, it could lead to your redemption. So be wary. I must go now.” Ranger said. I nodded then activated my TEK armor, flew up to my allies and told them we had to go without the MEKs. Activating three cryopods, I released my TEK raptor, Reaper, Shade, my black sabertooth, and Tug, my Equus. “Mount up people, I call Reaper.” I said. “Alright, I’ll take that black saber,” said Joseph. “The saber’s name is Shade. The equus is Tug.” I said. Joseph mounted Shade, and Quint pulled out a carrot from his pack, fed it to Tug, and hopped on. We started to go southeast, when I heard Lydia Serothane shout “Can I come with you guys?” I sighed, turning around. “Why should we let you?” Lydia raised an eyebrow. “Because I’m the one who knows what a law is?” She said sarcastically. Remembering what Ranger had said, I shook my head. “Why not?” She asked. “Because, I don’t care if I sound insane, a deity told me not to let you come with me. Or let you come with me. He said you either cause me to ‘ go down a darker path’ or it would ‘lead to my redemption.’” I said, then continued “The deity’s name was Ranger. Anyways, no. You have betrayed me before, so I sure as hell don’t trust you. Now go away before I shoot a bullet through your skull.” I said harshly. Joseph looked shocked. Quint looked weirdly proud, and Lydia was furious. She stormed off into the woods, and clearly didn’t know of the wild raptors because she was unarmed. “I suppose we should get going?” I asked. “I guess.” Quint replied. We started the long trek towards my city.

Author’s Note

I should give you guys a description of Quint and Joseph. Quint is a, no offense, Asian dude with dark gray hair. He usually is seen in riot gear, other than the helmet, which he wears in combat. He has two different colored eyes, one green the other brown and black military cut hair. Joseph has brown hair and blue eyes and usually wears flak armor. By the way, I based my character off of a Ranger from RA, because I’m obsessed with that series. This chapter, I admit, was shtty. But if you think it’s bad, shuddit.

-Ranger

Okie dokie. First where is Moon? Secondly, that last chapter was dramatic, but semi-decent. But, now onto the next one!

The Tribe of Shadows

New Reagath Part Two: The Ranger

Many eyes dragged up to the wyverns. Raiders. And judging by their banners, Empire wyverns. Shockingly, three of the fire wyverns broke off and began attacking the other seven. On the walls, sentries rushed towards the nearest ballistae, ready to fire at either group. The banners of the first three dropped to show the symbol of a golden triceratops. They were of the Shadr Council, one of the only peaceful groups in Pyrrhia. Ballistae bolts whistled past, slamming into the Empire’s wyverns. The Shadr Council wyverns landed, bleeding heavily from attacks. The remaining sentries gathered pikes and rifles, prepared for a defense. I smiled lightly, as I had hoped that all would go well. Depressingly, I was most mistaken. The booming roar of a giganotosaurus echoed as one began attempting destroy the walls, distracting the remaining sentries. A wyvern landed, and on it was mounted a warrior in red TEK armor. The warrior rushed towards me, attempting to snatch me. I drew my sword, but had no reason to. A man in a strange camouflage cloak appeared behind the TEK armored warrior and stabbed them clean through the armor, a dagger splitting the metal like butter. “Hello, Dilath. It’s the author here, Ranger. Ya might wanna duck,” said the apparent “author”. I did so, and an bullet cut through the air where I was standing, and hit the green cloaked man. It went straight through him, as if he was a hologram. “As I just told you, my name’s Ranger. I’m here to make sure you don’t die. For the plot, of course. Now go on and fight. Wyverns on your six.” Ranger said, sounding bored. I turned around and saw a blast of fire heading straight toward me. Sidestepping it, I activated my TEK armor, launching me into the air. A full scale battle was raging around him, yet this Ranger person seemed unaffected. He then seemed to write on the air, spelling what I assume was “Chair”, as a chair appeared right behind him. Ranger sat, looking slightly annoyed. “Too much stress. College. Work. Thinking of what to write,” Ranger said quietly. “Dilath! Jump!” He yelled. I immediately jumped as a grenade was thrown toward me. “Thanks!” I yelled in reply. Ranger slightly smiled. “Perhaps…” he muttered. “Giga at your six!” I heard a sentry shout. I snapped back to reality, and Ranger disappeared. Spinning, I saw a giga with it’s mouth open. I threw a poison grenade in the giga’s mouth then activated a cryopod to release my red and black Gigantrex, Hunter. Climbing into the saddle, I motioned for the beast to run as a giga stormed behind us. The beast suddenly found itself full of ballista bolts. It fell to the ground, crushing several guards. Hunter let out a deafening roar as wyverns attempted to dive at us. I jumped up from the saddle onto one of the wyvern’s tail, climbed on and knocked the rider off into Hunter’s jaws. Grabbing hold of the reins, I made the beast attack the other Empire wyverns. At first I thought we were winning. Until I saw a Titanosaur. It stood at the gates, and then began to slam it’s front feet into the gate. The entire wall rumbled. “Oh sht. Boys, we’re probably screwed, but bring out the MEKs!” I saw Joseph seated on a Rex, shouting orders. I flew towards him. “Sorry bout earlier. I really messed up,” I said. Joseph snorted. “Ain’t that the biggest understatement I’ve ever heard. Anyways, get on a MEK, kid. We’ll need em to face a Titano,” Joseph replied. I dismounted, and heard a massive rumbling noise. A metal gate opened, and behind it was a team of three MEKs. “One for you, one for me, and one for General Quint,” Joseph proudly stated. “Quint’s alive? And a General!” I said, shocked. Joseph slightly laughed. “Of course the guy who was basically an older you would live,” he said. I nodded, and hopped into the MEK in the center, which had, unbeknownst to me then, a raptor symbol carved into the back. Coincidentally, as the three of us (General Quint had been walking behind us, silent.) the gates broke, killing the few living sentries beneath it. The wyverns were dead, Hunter was Enraged but badly injured, and all the sentries were dead. We were basically the last force of resistance. The thundering sound of MEKs walking was repeated thrice as we stepped forward, our MEK’s blades activated. The Titano slammed it’s foot down toward us, and a battle began.

I was writing this chapter and went “FOURTH WALL BREAK TIME!” and yeah. That is what I did. Hope everybody likes it.

-Ranger

Author’s Note: I re-read that last chapter. It’s pretty crappy, so I hope this makes up for it. By the way, the name of Dilath’s village was Reagath.

The Tribe of Shadows

Chapter 10: New Reagath

Dilath’s POV

I let out an annoyed sigh. I’ve been riding my Voidjara (Voidjara: Void Wyrm combined with a Tapejara.)for three days already, and yet I hadn’t reached my old home, Reagath. I haven’t seen the place in, what? Almost two years now. I’m almost seventeen, for the Overseer’s sake! Winter’ll be soon, and I was born on the tenth of Frostfall. Well, as far as I know, I mean.

Two Hours Later

(Nothing happened. Dilath just continued being a stereotypical grumpy teenager.)

I first expected Reagath to be the same as it used to. I was VERY wrong. High stone ramparts surrounded the entire place. Multiple ballistae lined the walls, gleaming bolts in each one. I was both surprised and proud my village had upgraded their security. “Stop, outlander! Do not go forth until you tell your purpose of being here,” a loud voice yelled from the battlement. I looked down and saw a man I quickly recognized as Joseph, one of my friends from before the raid. “Do you not remember me, Joseph?” I asked, slightly laughing. “Wait… Dilath? How the hell did you survive! And why didn’t you come back? Land on the inside, you need to see the new Yurkan!”(I think that’s what the village leader was called?) I landed quickly, my Voidjara, Slipspace, disappearing into my cryopod. Joseph looked shocked at my armor. “Is that… TEK? I thought that stuff was illegal?” I snorted. “Yeah, it was. But it IS pretty good armor. And what ya gonna do about it? Arrest me? I could just use these little things,” I said, pointing at my boots, which had essentially had a small propulsion system. “Fair. But anyway, guess who our new Yurkan is?” I shook my head, wracking my brain for any sort of answer. “You? Alvar Roin?” Joseph laughed. “No, and no. It’s your old “friend”, Lydia Serothane.” I paled. My old more or less, shall I say, girlfriend was probably one of the only people in Reagath I would have not minded dead, other than Terrel Smith. As we walked towards the Yurkhall, he started making sarcastic comments under his breath. As we entered the building, I could feel eyes following us. “Well, well, well… Look what the cat dragged in,” the quiet, cold voice of Lydia Serothane said, the words echoing because of the size of the audience chamber. “Yurkan Serothane. How amazing to make your acquaintance.” I said sarcastically. “That’s not very nice. I haven’t spoken to you in almost two years now…” Lydia replied, staring at me. I looked back, my pupils turning to raptor-like slits. “And? I’m soo sorry that my home destroyed and I was a terrified kid. I course I ran!” I snarled, she rolled her eyes. I continued. “And I assume you’ve heard tell of the Dark Warrior? The man who cleans out Empire keeps in ten minutes? The slayer of the General, the Champion, and Blackmoon the Demon? Because you are looking at him, you little-“Shut up, Dilath. I was going to apologize for what I did! Why can you not forgive me from a mistake three dam years ago!” Lydia yelled, pissed. I breathed, shaking. If looks could kill, Terrel, who was in the audience hall along with us, would be dead. “Listen, Lydia. You cheated on me with Terrel. I can’t just forget something like that!” I shouted back. Joseph immediately stepped in between both of us, attempting to calm Serothane down. I just sighed and walked out of the Yurkhall. Breathing loudly, I sat down on a bench near the gate, admiring the new stone buildings that were now homes, each one having electricity and other things. Looking up, I saw one of the only things that would truly terrify me. Ten fire wyverns, flying in a triangular formation, swooping down onto the settlement.

-Ranger

Sorry if this one was bad as well, I admit, it was a bit overly dramatic.

Meant to say ‘point out’ and not ‘point of’ in my last status report.

That was kinda obvious tho.

-Ranger

THIS SOUNDS AWESOME RANGER!!!!! I CANNOT WAIT TO HEAR MORE OF THIS!!!

Until Next Time!!!

-PrimalApex:)

Wassup, people. New update that ISN’T just a status report.

My project is named Codex Urthaa. I don’t really know what genre it’d be, it’s just something I found in my Google Docs that’s like…two years old, I think. Here’s an excerpt (if you steal it I will throw you out a window. Metaphorically):

Urthaa. It’s eerily similar to Earth, but it never went through any major extinctions. More so, it’s circled by two moons. Terva, a moon roughly the same size as Earth’s, gleaming silver, and Tirra, glowing red like a demon’s eye, circling his silver sister, like a wolf chasing a deer. Urthaa orbits Ferunner, ‘Blazing-Eye’, a 1.35 Solar Mass (so not much larger than our Sun) star.

CLANS AND CREEDS

On Urthaa, humanity is split into six ancient Clans.

The Ere’kaa; Huntsmen. Crusaders. Brutal yet cunning. Their Code: “Honor, through brutality.” The Ere’kaa live in and on the mountains bordering the Ero’tul‘s tundra. They feed cooking fires using the dung of their Ter’vaan, as do most Clans, other than the Yuur and Tyrvun.

The Sahr; Bounty hunters, assassins, cannibals. Their Code: “Glory, through devouring.” They live in the Western Black-pine Forest.

The Tyrvun; Pyromaniacs, surprisingly honorable warriors, occasional mercenaries. They ride on the backs of massive wyverns known as Boggr’u, and thus only use their Ter’vaan to butcher surviving enemies. The green fire-venom of the Boggr’u is stored in sacs under their necks, which the Tyrvun use as fuel for rudimentary flamethrowers. Their Code: “Chaos forges the strongest steel.” They live in the South-eastern Badlands.

The Yuur: Sky-pirates, mercenaries, nomads. They, too, ride on the backs of Boggr’u. Their Code: “Strike ruthless, strike swift.” Due to them being nomads, they have no set territory.

The Suun’tai; Farmers, shepherds, archers, expert scouts. Their Code: “If you take what is ours, do not expect to survive.” They live in the Southern Plains.

SACRED CLAW

There is one beast ALL respect; the Ter’vaan. A taller, leaner descendant of the Inostracevia, with barbed bone-blades at the end of their tails that retract into keratin ‘sheaths.’ For most breeds, their feathers are brown, black, or gray, but some have reddish feathers. Most have dusty brown scales.

You cannot TAME a Ter’vaan; you must bond with it. When a rider dies, a Ter’vaan pierces its own heart with its barbed tail-blades, and when their Ter’vaan dies, a warrior either stabs themselves through the heart, or walks into enemy territory unarmed to be killed.

(Point of stuff I messed up, if you notice it. I know I probably got some stuff wrong grammatically.)

Ranger, Hey What’s up!!!! Great seeing you back here!!! That’s awesome that you’re nearly done with your project!!!

Also don’t worry Ranger, we all do silly stuff. I’ve definitely talked to myself at one point here, and on the fandom… (don’t look at the comments under my page.). We all do silly stuff for fun or when we’re bored.

Anyway, great to see you!!! Hope to talk more soon!!!

Until Next Time!!!

-PrimalApex:)

Status report: I’m alive. I’m mostly done with my project.

Hello to anybody who reads these.

-Ranger, duh.

INFERNO

So l was running about I saw rex

"o no"

I ran roar I through out Inferno and it despawn

Wuss.

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.

The Reaping - Chapter three

Mauve pulsed with fear and anger as he made his way through the tight crowd and ran after his sister. But before he could get very far, a few guard deinonychuses strolled in and grabbed him, pushing him back.

"SCORCH!" He yelled, knowing that wouldn't help. Maybe he could get his parents to help him.

Mauve dashed back and tried to find his parents. *Where are they? They were just here a minute ago.* He thought with frustration.

*I'll have to make do without them.*

Mauve came up with a little plan; He'd circle around the crowd as it eased and went away, in the jungle. And then he'd follow the scent trail of Alpha. Quite simple, but maybe not that easy. He'd think of more once he had more information.

Mauve slipped out into the trees unseen, and ran in a circle around the Sacrifice Clearing. He got to a path with two pairs of talonprints, both fresh. Small and big. *Scorch and Alpha.*

He followed the scent and tracks silently, it took a few turns. Left, right, right, left. Which led the same way originally, but it's probably for Alpha to not be followed. *If that's the case, they do a horrid job at it.* Mauve thought.

Suddenly he heard screams and angry growls up ahead, both of which he recognized.

Mauve crouched down and looked through the ferns, seeing Alpha tying Scorch up a pole with a rope. They were at a clearing next to a river, and on the other side of the river a huge, dark hole sat. Mauve could smell weird scents of death, and something else, coming from there. It must be strong for him to smell it all the way across the river.

Mauve saw Alpha tie the last rope and he dashed away, not even looking in Mauve's direction. Mauve burst out of the ferns and ran to Scorch.

"Are you okay?" He whispered to her as he started untying the ropes and cutting the ones he didn't know how to untie. Scorch nodded, crying with both happiness and fear.

Mauve untied the last rope and grabbed Scorch. "Let's go!"

-Unknown