I was taming one and it got stuck on land and I can’t get her of.
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I tamed one of these named Diana. She was super fast but kind of stupid: always getting stuck on something. Diana and I formed somewhat of a relationship as time went on. Our bond strengthened she was able to beach a shark for me to kill it. Diana soon became one of my best friends... but nothing lasts forever. As I was leading her back to base via SS Dodo, I noticed a large figure swimming rapidly towards us. Diana made the fatal mistake of not paying attention to her surroundings. I helplessly fire arrow after arrow at it, but it was so filled with rage that they had no affect. I had to watch as MY Diana was ripped to shreds by an oversized fish. That is why my base is now called Fort Diana in honor of the brave soul. Thank you for your time.
Always put a tracking device on your ichthy. I once had an ichthy called mini on mobile, mini was a good tame, she never failed when I needed her, she was the first way I got to herbivore island, she could take me to all the best hunting beaches, but then one day I thought 'hey mini's such a good tame let's see if I can go around the whole island on her' so I tried I was doing well, I'd already got from my home in the footpaw to the sandspit near the red obelisk, but then mini started to get hungry, I went and looked for food for her and found a moschops, but it didn't give me much meat so I decided to go after a gallimimus it escaped, but when I got back to where I left mini she was gone, no death message no gap in my tame list just gone, for months I searched that sandspit for mini, but to no avail, one day a year after I'd lost her I was running low on tame slots, I knew I had to unclaim her, even now when I visit that sandspit I think I see her but I never do. RIP Mini 🐬💗
Ultimus Chapter Twenty: Introductions
Andrew watched slightly concerned as Paul cooked the meat over the fire on some parts of a car’s grill. He wasn’t sure if it would be safe to eat if it was being cooked on a car’s grill. But he was the guest, and he didn’t want to be a picky guest. He watched as Paul meticulously watched and flipped the meat on its side. The smell of the meat was far better than anything he had cooked before. He watched his surroundings and noticed the dark-haired woman exited one of the tents and walked over to them.
“Mm, what are you cooking Paul?” She asked,
“Lamb Chops, haven’t had one of these in years. If you want one, sit down and I’ll make you one.” He said, she shrugged as she sat down. They waited there patently there for a moment before Andrew broke the silence.
“I’m sorry to ask but what is your name? I know Paul wanted to wait until Sylas came back, but I at least to know your names.” He said, the woman looked at him with soul-piercing eyes.
“Erica, Erica Stevens.” She said,
“Nice to properly meet you, Erica.” Andrew said, she nodded. She still didn’t trust him but he was slightly indifferent to this for the time being.
A few moments later, Paul came over to Andrew and Erica. Setting down a plate in front of each of them.
“Here you go. Hope it's good, wish I had more seasonings than salt. But it should be better than the food I had to live with. Almost everything we cooked in my time was boiled.” Paul said, Andrew switched off his vest and then his gloves to eat. As he did, Erica and Paul looked at Andrew with slight concern seeing this. Andrew was kind of confused by this, what was so concerning about this?
“Are you okay? You're not sick or anything?” Erica asked, Andrew looked at her confused by this, then looked at himself and realized she was talking about how pale he was. Since he didn’t have much sunlight where he lived and that he never took the armor off when outside of his property. His skin had become extremely pale underneath the armor compared to his tanner neck and face.
“Oh, no. I am fine. I just don’t get much sun out in a forest where it is always dawn or dusk without ever knowing.” Andrew said, Erica raised her eyebrow.
“Still I think I should check you for any medical needs or issues. Yer lookin’ very Peely Wally.” Paul said,
“Are you a doctor?” Andrew asked,
“Aye, I am.” Paul said
“Where do you live?” Erica asked, interrupting the original conversation.
“Camacho International Forest.” He answered. Erica nodded,
“Dusk.”
“Excuse me?”
“The Earth rotates counterclockwise, Camacho’s East, North East of Sanctuary. It’d be constantly dusk.” Erica continued. Honestly surprising Andrew. For both why he didn’t know that or why he never researched into it and that he finally had an answer of what time of day it was for him. He smiled and nodded his head
“Thank you.”
And with that, they continued eating, Paul had made an excellent meal out of the mutton. And after some time, Sylas returned from cleaning up. He wore a beige tee shirt but similar pants and shoes to the others. Except they were dyed and painted up with strange symbols and some familiar-looking logos.
“You guys ate without me?”
“Well, what else were we going to do while we waited for you to clean up.” Paul said,
“You could’ve at least saved me some.” Sylas said sadly. Paul pointed to a covered plate on the table. Sylas’ eyes widened with happiness. He tried running to the table before he was stopped.
“Let’s do proper introductions first before you eat.” Paul said, Sylas quickly turned to Andrew and began blurting out quickly
“The name’s Sylas Fennec, there. I smell meat, come to Papa!!” He tried rushing for the food again before being stopped by Paul again.
“Come on lad, let’s do this properly.” Paul said, “It’s fine if he wants to eat, he already introduced himself to me earlier.” Andrew said cutting in,
“No, I think we should do proper introductions. It’s not fair that we asked you and you gave us a full introduction and we didn’t. So would you mind Sylas?” Paul asked with a smile. Sylas whimpered and sighed.
“Alright. But I need to eat after I give mine. I haven’t eaten all day.” Sylas fibbed, he just really wanted to eat the cooked meat before Jonathan tried to claim it.
~
The four walked toward the center of the base camp with Sylas talking Andrew’s head off with questions and references while Erica and Paul hung back. Paul looked at Erica who looked a little flushed. Something to be on her mind and it was worrying her.
“You alright Erica? Do I need to check you out too?” He asked quietly, she looked over at him realizing that he noticed her.
“No, I am fine.” Erica said,
“Ya sure about that?” Paul asked.
“Yes, I just don’t like getting into personal things about me.” Erica stated, Paul smirked.
“You think now, huh?” He said sarcastically, she glared at him slightly before sighing.
“It makes me vulnerable, I don’t like leaving myself vulnerable.” Erica answered,
“Look, I know ya, but we barely know ya ourselves and we have opened our feelings and past to ya. It makes you hard to trust but from our experience with. You are trustworthy… Just tell him what ya feel comfortable telling, but I would like to let him know that we trust him and let him trust us.” Paul said, Erica nodded as they walked.
“Alright, but just this once. And I am only giving him a bit.” Erica said, Paul smiled.
“That’s all I am askin’ for Erica. That’s all.” Paul said,
The group got to the edge of the campsite, nearly outside of the building. Freya stood there wearing her Fur/Flak combo while holding the prod in one hand and having her axes strapped to her belt. Jonathan was also there, covered in material dust and next to a Doedicurus and Ankylosaurus. He was covered in material dust from scraps and stones. Paul sighed, he hoped that the introductions went well.
~
Andrew stood there awkwardly as he was surrounded by people he didn’t know. It was a strange feeling, he became very self-conscious of himself. He was really young the last time he interacted with others. He was awkward with people even then, though this was more learned from his father who didn’t like public events. Probably why he he wanted to work on the remote side of the Terran’s project. Paul was talking to the others as he stood alone there for this moment. Andrew while feeling awkward felt kinda relieved being around people. However, at the same time, he wanted to go insane if he didn’t have a proper conversation with something he would normally talk to. This made it stranger that he would rather talk to an animal and pretend it would talk back to him than talk to someone who could actually talk to him. He just wasn’t used to it yet. He hoped anyway. Paul turned around smiling at Andrew. Andrew smiled back out of kind manners.
“Alrighty, so we’ll start off with me and work on our way through everyone in our group and then back to you. Don’t feel obligated to say more than you're comfortable saying.” Paul said, Andrew nodded lightly.
“That’s fine, and I hope none of you feel that you are obligated to tell me everything about yourselves.” Andrew said, Paul nodded and smiled.
“Alrighty, so my full name and title is Dr. Paul Murdock Riddley, leader of our small band of survivors. Born in the year of our LORD, 1912, in Peterhead, Aberdeenshire, Scotland though raised for a large part of my childhood in Dover, Delaware. I went to New York University for a degree in medicine before being called to arms and drafted into the US Army in 1942. The last date I fully remember was July 10th, 1954. I am 42 years old.” Paul said,
“Nice to properly meet you, Dr. Riddley.” Andrew said, Paul smiled and looked at the next person in the line. That being Erica, she looked at Paul with an awkward, concerned look. He stared at her in a serious tone and she gave him a look back.
“My name is Erica Stevens, second in command here. Born in 2354, Arat Prime. Worked for the URE on the Ark Initiative for seven years in the year 2379, which was the last time I remember anything before arriving on the Ark. I am 25 years old. That’s all I have to say.” Erica said,
“Nice to meet you, Erica.” Andrew said. Eric looked to Sylas who smiled excitedly.
“How do you do, My name is Sylas Archibald Fennec. I was born in 2025, in Phoenix, Arizona. Became one of the youngest billionaires in the world, and moved to Silicon Valley. The last date I remember was the Fourth of July of 2050. Once I reached the Ark, I was enslaved by a madman and held hostage for three years. I am 28 years old.” Sylas said,
“Nice to be properly introduced Sylas.” Andrew said smiling. Jonathan took a step forward and cleared his throat.
“Bonjour, je m'appelle Jonathan Ducasse, je suis né en 2164 dans la ville de Marseille, en France. J'ai obtenu mon diplôme de Sciences et Lettres à Paris avec une maîtrise en Zoologie et Paléontologie en 2189. La dernière date dont je me souviens avant d'être bloqué sur l'Arche était le 12 janvier 2190. J'étais coincé sur l'Arche pendant un an à étudier sa vie avant de rencontrer ce groupe de nemrods. J'ai 36 ans. Et je ne pense pas que je vous aime.” He said fluently, however, Andrew didn’t understand a word he said.
“I’m sorry, but what did he say?”
“Que veut-il dire par là ? Est-il stupide ou son implant est-il défectueux ?” He said,
“No, Jonathan neither. He doesn’t have an implant. He’s never been on the Arks before.” Paul said,
“Oh, et bien, très bien. Alors je peux dire ça sans le blesser. Je le déteste, je le déteste beaucoup. Je vais le tuer, je le tuerai avec du venin de Titanoboa jeudi prochain. Je ne sais pas quand c'est, mais appelons-nous demain jeudi prochain. Ça te semble bien ? Super !” Jonathan said, Paul and everyone else except Andrew glared at him.
“No, Jonathan. That’s not okay.” Paul said annoyed
“What kinda sicko are you?” Sylas said agitated.
“What did he say?” Andrew asked,
“Nothing.” Erica said faster than light.
“Très bien, si je ne peux pas le tuer, alors sais-tu quelle langue il parle ?” Jonathan said irritatedly,
“English. Right, Andrew?” Sylas asked, Andrew nodded.
“Fine, if he can only understand English. Then I will use it-” “Woah, wait a minute. You can speak English?” Sylas interrupted. Jonathan glared at him. “Yes, why is this important?” Jonathan asked.
“I don’t know, maybe because it wouldn’t hurt our brains trying to listen to you speak when your mouth doesn’t move a the same time!!!” Sylas yelled, Jonathan glared at Sylas for a moment longer before ignoring his last statement and looking back at Andrew. “Hello, my name’s Jonathan Ducasse. I am a Paleontologist and Zoologist and I am really tired of speaking so I shall abide my farewells.” Jonathan said in a more broken English as he walked passed Andrew.
“Hey, get back here!! You and I have a lot more to talk about now!!” Sylas said to Jonathan before turning around to Andrew.
“Again it was nice meeting you.” He said before going up and hugging Andrew and then running after Jonathan
“Well, it was, oh. It was nice to meet you too.” Andrew said. Leaving Freya as the last one to introduce herself. And as she began to speak, Erica translated what she said.
“Hello, I am going to keep this nice and simple. My name is Freya, Daughter of Jorgan the Peaceful. I do not know of what these numbers are or what ‘dates’ are. All I know is I was born during a new moon. Before coming here or the place we left before here. I was a general and trainer for a tribe that adopted me and called me an angel of their village. I am sorry to leave abruptly but I am going to go tame something and I don’t want to lose track of it.” Erica said translating Freya. Freya smiled wide at Andrew and began speaking again.
“It was nice meeting you and I am sorry if I scared you earlier.” Erica translated. Andrew smiled.
“It’s alright, and it was nice meeting you too!” Andrew answered, she smiled once again before leaving camp and going off into the abandoned city. Andrew thought for a moment as Erica and Paul talked to each other. He thought he heard Freya’s name before from a history book he read several years ago, something out of Norse history but he wasn’t entirely sure. He wasn’t even sure how it was possible for all of these people from different and even far points in time from each other to be here in front of him. It was confusing to him all around and he wasn’t sure how it worked.
“Hey Andrew, why don’t we get ya a tent and a bed and you tell us where you want it.” Paul said, Andrew smiled as he looked to the ground.
‘These people have been so kind to me so far, is that enough to trust them though?’ He thought to himself. ‘No, but it doesn’t mean I can’t stick around a bit longer’
“Sure, let's do that.” He said, he still was awkward and nervous around them but he still wanted to give them a chance to earn his trust. Which at this time was coming on its way.
Once upon a time, there was a level 60 player
Desperate for EXP and asking for prayers
He picked a pursuit he never picked before
To tame a fish called “Ichthyosaur”
He jumped on his Baryonyx and went for the tame
He looked around and around, but nobody came
But one day, he found the fish on a beach at the West
He squealed with excitement, despite getting no rest
He offered the last stack of meat in his hand
A few minutes later, the Ichthyosaur was at his command
He built the little fish a home right in a jiffy
Gave him stacks of meat and called him Flippy
He obtained a saddle and rid him around
He tamed many other fish and made a little fish town
The player started using little Flippy for larger and harder quests
Poor Flippy had a struggle staying at his best
But then the player had a stupid idea, never before thought by the dumb
He tried to tame another fish called Liopleurodon
He jumped on his new argy and headed for honey
Rexes were everywhere and they ran like a dummy
He got home and jumped on his fish
He never knew poor Flippy would end up on a dish
They found the Liopleurodon sparkling like magic
It went successfully, then awfully tragic
He left Flippy for the newly tamed Dino
Then proceeded to get chased by Megalodons like rhinos
Despite being abandoned, Flippy came to the rescue
He sped as fast as he can, but then failed too
Flippy died because of the owner’s stupidity
The Liopleurodon’s luck gave him enough oxygen to request his Angler named Angsty
The owner, with a broken scuba tank swam off in a pigsty
To heal, he ate a lot of eggs, around fifty
Then made a tombstone for little Flippy
R. I. P. Flippy the Ichthyosaur
2021 - 2021
You may be missed
Protectors of Pandora
Chapter 50! 🥳 ~Fang-peak~
Moleandre led the group through the mines, it wasn’t a very interesting tour.. it was a mine.. “when will this end!” Trickster said in an exasperated tone. “Hopefully soon..” Sir Charles said. Moleandre couldn’t hear them, the purlovia was explaining how they collected geodes carefully as to not break them. “And then we put them on the mine-carts and off they go! Up to our buyers.” Moleandre said enthusiastically. “Wow.. how interesting.” Wan said sarcastically. “Moleandre, their friends are ready to go, the wolf will have to go easy on his leg though.” A deodicerus said. “Alright Cobble, we’ll meet you at the surface when I’m done with the tour.” Moleandre said. “NO Cobble, take us with you…” Trickster said dramatically. “Good luck..” Cobble said running away.
The tour lasted another three and a half hours, and Moleandre would’ve continued if they hadn’t told him they were really short on time and had to go urgently. When the arrived on the surface Richard said, “what took you so long?!” “Sorry, that purlovia wouldn’t shut up.” George said. “So, what do we do now?” Evelyn asked Ron. “Well the mine was a bust, guess we should try to find the secret prison instead.” Ron said. “Alright well let’s—” Charles stopped speaking because the sky had started to glitch, they could see Caesar, but the image kept glitching. “R—Nash—ng,—Sea-cale, I don’t know if your hearing this but in case yo—Jaxz and the gigantop—landed on a desert ark cal—a month ago and we are trying—I wish—but regardless, we believe the—are the key to finding each other, if we can—we should be able to access our—from there we should be able to— Salizar—your listening, I want you to hear—We—and we will return to Pandora. surrender—this.” Then the skybox returned to normal. “Your friend is alright!” Charles said. “Would’ve been nice if we could’ve heard what he said.. stupid fake sky.” Richard said. “If the Captains alright others could be too, we’ll have to wait and see if he contacts us again, but for now there’s nothing we can do but try and find Khar and Alfred.” Ron said. “What about Rich, he can’t walk.” Lee said. “Don’t call me Rich… and I’m fine! I can-” he started walking and fell. “No you can’t, don’t worry we’ll figure something out.
The miners gave them some spare wood and they built a makeshift sled, Charles, Evelyn, and George pulled it, with Richard and The birds riding inside, sometimes the birds would walk so the wolves could rest a bit, but with the slower creatures riding in the sled they moved much faster. They didn’t know where they were going so they asked anyone who would listen if they’d heard anything about a secret prison, a herd of mammoths said it was in the mountains, and a yeti told them he saw a suspicious lone wolf headed towards fang-peak, so they decided that mountain was their best bet. They traveled up the treacherous cliffs carefully, and slowly. Battling long drops and the snow and ice and wind, the road got so narrow that they had to ditch the sled, luckily Richards leg had been healing nicely so he was able to walk. “Wait!” Ron said, they were on a narrow path hugging close to the wall, he had to yell for them to hear him over the wind. “Look! Up ahead! See that crevasse! We can shelter there and wait out the blizzard!” The others liked this suggestion. They somehow made it into the crag in the mountain in one piece. It opened up into a pretty large cave, even though the crevasse was only big enough for a wooly rhino to barely fit, Ping went farther into the cave because he had to go relieve himself, he came back excitedly yelling “everyone! Come look!!” “Ping, for the last time, nobody wants to see your excrement.” Charles said. “No seriously! Come on!!!” He said, they gave in and reluctantly followed.
The Obelisk
-Chapter 57-
Stone bricks fell one by one, collapsing onto the floor of the hall. The first Terror bird soldier snarled and jumped back from the debris—flapping her wings as she scrabbled to get out of the way.
Moonlight poured into the dark halls as the crumbling stone bricks revealed the outside world.
The rune glowed even brighter—and more sections of the hall caved in—falling all around the second soldier, so much that it blocked him from Forest and the others.
This is our chance, Forest thought, glancing around.
More of the hall collapsed, and Forest realized that there was still a way out.
“Go, go, go!” Bramble roared, shoving Forest and Rust down a part of the hall. They fell forward as Bramble pounced passed them, and the escaping group of carnivores ran for their lives.
“Don’t let them escape!” The first soldier was struggling to climb over a wall of collapsed bricks, grappling the stone with her talons and wings. Forest spotted another group of soldiers entering form the the other side of the hall. They screeched loudly and began the chase.
Terrified, Forest ran as fast as he could. Coal and Rust were ahead of all of them, obviously built for speed. Every muscle in Forests body strained to keep up with the rest. Spark was a few tail lengths behind him.
Forest risked a glance behind him, immediately wishing he hadn’t. Several Terror birds were chasing them, getting closer and closer every second.
Suddenly more of the hall collapsed, sending an avalanche of debris in front of three of the soldiers, and they skidded to a stop, blinking rock dust out of their eyes. Two Terror birds jumped over them, their faces set with determination.
Not too far ahead of Rust—Coal slowed down a bit, staring over his shoulder at the crumbling halls, his eyes dull and brokenhearted. Distracted, he didn’t notice the cascade of rocks plummeting down from the ceiling ahead of him, and the stone bricks fell down, down, down, right over the Prince’s head.
Nyx screamed, scrabbling to a stop at the sight of Coal falling underneath the force of several chunks of rock. More parts of the hall broke and fell behind them, blocking all of the Terror bird soldiers from getting any farther.
Forest ran forward, daring not to stop. He jumped ahead, shoved rocks off the Prince, and threw the small Terror bird over his back. Prince Coal yelled in agony, his whole body shaking. Forest saw that once of his back legs were crooked and bloody. “Hold on,” Forest said to him. Coal nodded quickly and clutched Forests feathers with the claws on his wings. Wincing, Forest heaved himself up and kept running.
Bramble ran next to him, pointing with his snout to an area where the hall widened.“There! That must be the way out!”
They entered a large chamber, lit up by several flaming torches. At the end of the room, two giant, weathered doors stood. Forest hastened his speed, running alongside Bramble, and the two rammed their heads into the doors, pushing them open.
“Yeah!” Rust cried.
They burst from the stronghold. The moon was full and bright, greeting them cheerfully with its blue-silver glow. Forest inhaled the scent of fresh leaves and dirt, slowing down.
“This way!” Bramble went on ahead. Forest heard snarls and shouts from inside of the stronghold. They weren’t safe yet.
They quickly followed the Thylacoleo, trying to keep quiet.
Bramble finally turned and slipped through some gorse bushes, leading to large, finely dug burrow. Brambles’ home.
Panting, the group of carnivores crawled inside, ready for this nightmare to finally be over.