So when I started this game I tamed a GORGEOUS pink iguanodon and naturally I had to name him Juan, but like all favorite Ark pets, Juan went missing (I never saw him die so I’m still searching 🥲). While looking I came across a vibrant green iguanodon and since I can’t find Juan I decided to name this one in honor of my beloved Juan. I named her Juan Two Three 😌 hopefully I find Juan so I can mate them, pray for Juan The Original 🙏
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I.... I LOVE my iguanodon. I’ve had him since I was a lvl 17, he followed me round everywhere, we sailed round the entire island together, and when I got him a saddle, we became even closer. He had gorgeous yellow spots and a lovely orangey-red skin tone, so I called him Spottius Yellowus. He is only a lvl 24, and I am a lvl 53, as of now, and I’m writing this from the swamps. We were hunting carno’s together, like the best buds we were, when a baronyx jumped me. I knew Spottius could take raptors, packs worth even, but I thought we were good as dead by then, but he just kept head butting the bary like it was nothing. His health had gone down 400 times before the baronyx called it quits and ran, but no matter the whistles, he chased that bastard down. I am nowhere near as fast as Spottius, and he belted it over hill and through river, following that baronyx to the ends of the earth if he had to. No predator had escaped Spottius before. It wouldn’t happen now. With incredible vigour, he caught up and lunged at the bary. It squealed in pain, attracting a nearby theri and arousing a close carbonenemys from its grazing, and they all sandwiched Spottius in, bashing and chomping and stamping. His health was rapidly depleting, but he didn’t bash an eyelid. Instead, he just looked at me, helpless. I wouldn’t stand for it. He COULDNT die. Not now. If I have my way, not ever. I broke into a full sprint towards the mob, disregarding my life and safety, and lunged into the mess. With my master raft sword, I slashed and stabbed, and I took the theri, on full health, the bary, on half, and the carbonenemys, who was head butting Spottius dreadfully hard. We finished him off together, and my iguanodon is now on 73 health. He is a trooper.
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Iguanadons are lifelong companions. They are fast as raptors but have infinite stamina and can hit just as hard.
I tamed my Iguanadin at level 16 and we were very close. She was a beautiful white with multicolored specks down her spinal ridge. I named her Orangespeck. I guessed for her saddle as soon as I unlocked it. She was always there when I needed berries or simply to explore a new area on foot.
I play on console, and there are events. One night, I was harvesting berries on my trike, Goldenstreak. I was about to obliterate a berry bush when a 'Super Turkey' that was level 250, ran under my feet. At that moment I knew Goldenstreak was gone. The turkey hit Orangestreak instead. She was on Neutral. She hit one. I dismounted from my trike and desperately tried to flee on Orangespeck. She died while I tried to run.
R.I.P. Orangespeck. I hope where ever you are now is a better place than the island.
I still never got over her death. One Up = One F
-SilverWings
Iguanodons are amazing..
I was riding my iguana through the compact and dangerous forests, fighting off mobs. I hopped off my iguana to harvest a few plants when out of nowhere a dilopho came out of nowhere. It spat me, blueing my vision and started chomping me while my torpidity was quickly rising. My health was depleting at rapid speed until— a grey flash came and the dilopho laid there dead. Blood splashed as I heard a loud roar. I started to shake, feeling the urge of death until.. I saw a head poke out of the top of my screen. I recognized the figure, though my vision still remained blurry, and I saw that Dippy was protecting me. He sat there, keeping me safe until my torpidity was down and I woke up. I hugged Dippy and she gave me a thumbs up. I challenged her to a thumb war after she saved me.
“Wait-NEVERMIND NO THUMB WARS
..ow! dippy stop—
-RIP Human 2091
The Obelisk
-Chapter 58-
“Ow!”
“Sit—sit down already!”
“I told you, I’m fine.”
“T e l l me all you want, but this is my home, and you have a broken leg. Now sit.”
Coal winced as Bramble placed another wad of cobwebs onto his leg, but slowly complied and set himself down into the bed of ripped up ferns. Bramble gave a satisfied grunt and carefully checked to the see if the wound was still bleeding.
Forest sat in the corner of the burrow, curling his tail around his legs. He was glad they could finally get some real rest.
“I can’t believe this,” Coal was muttering. “The Terror birds have lived in that stronghold for ninety years, and it never showed any signs of weakness. It wasn’t supposed to fall for another hundred!”
“It’s not destroyed,” Bramble reassured. “It’s just lost a few stones. I don’t know why parts of it went down, but—“
“Maybe it was a sign,” Coal wailed, looking tortured.
“You did the right thing, helping us escape.” Spark said to him.
“Maybe destroying my home and breaking my leg was the universe telling me it wasn’t,” Coal said.
“No,” Forest joined in. “Not a sign.”
“We thank you for everything,” said Spark.
Coal closed his eyes with a sigh. Bramble stood up and went to the other end of the burrow, before carefully digging up a few odd-looking roots. He yanked them out and padded down another small tunnel, the roots hanging from his jaws.
“Tell us more about this Jethezzar,” Spark said to the Prince after a moment.
The Terror bird opened his eyes slowly, lifting his head a bit. “What do you want to know?”
“Everything.” Crimson said.
“Alright,” said Coal softly.
Bramble entered the room, along with a few more cobwebs and leaves. Prince Coal began.
“I’ll start from the beginning. A hundred years ago, the first Terror bird Emperor, my great-grandfather, got tired of his kind traveling acrossed Runheimr for scraps. Gradually he began to claim the territory tree by tree, until he had enough land for all the Terror birds to live freely. He discovered the stronghold shortly after, and used it for his closest friends and family to live in. Everyone else dwelled where they wanted to. Runheimr was ours.”
He continued on. “Twenty years later, he had a son named Carrion. Carrion was the next Emperor after his father went missing, but Carrion was greedy, and of course he wanted more. Carrion tried to take—OWW!”
“Sorry,” Bramble rumbled, pressing several dark red fronds against Coals wound. “Should have warned you. Here, swallow this.” He held out a small pale colored leaf.
Coal regarded the herb for a moment, blinking. “You want me to… eat that?”
“It’s a plant. Get over it.” Bramble said. “Now eat.”
Coal exhaled slowly and took the leaf, chewing a moment before gulping it down. “Let me finish. Carrion tried to gain even more power over Runheimr. He killed a lot. I won’t get into detail, though. And eventually, he got wanted he wanted. More control. Finally, many years later, my father hatched. He had many friends, and many siblings, but he was the most kind and just. I’m very lucky he found my Mother and claimed the throne after Carrion died.” The Prince took a deep breath. “One day, when he was much older, he met a young Wyvern—Jethezzar—at a lake, about seven years ago. Jethezzar told my father that he could help us rise to a higher purpose. And, with him as our ally, we could rule more than just Runheimr. My father accepted. It was good deal.”
“I can’t believe he fell for it,” Bramble broke in. “Nobody would just graciously help another kind steal territory. I bet you anything that Jethezzar’s plan was to help you as much as possible, and then demand his share. Whether it’s some of the territory for himself, food, treasure—“
“Treasure!” Coal barked, making Nyx jump. “We don’t have any treasure! We’re only where we are now because of our strength in numbers! We don’t have jewels, we don’t have gold, we don’t even have a scrap of element, for Fjordurs sake! If Jethezzar is planning on demanding any kind of wealth, I’ll tell him he can go eat his own tail!” He tried to stand up, but yelped and fell back, hissing.
“Hey, Calm down. Rest.” Bramble ordered. “Your leg is not gonna heal if you keep moving it around like this.” He pushed Coal back into a laying position.
“Anything else?” Forest asked.
“That’s all I know.” Coal replied. “Rrrrrrgh, that lying snake of a Wyvern. Your probably right. He wants something from us. I don’t know what, and I hope I never do. But whatever it is, it’s probably not good.”
“We’ll make sure you don’t,” Forest said. We’ll stop Jethezzar, he wanted to say. But he wasn’t sure if that would be true. Was Jethezzar the real threat here? Was HE the one the Five we’re supposed to save Fjordur from?
If so, what was he planning to take from the Terror birds?
When I first happened upon the inlet that I now call home, I spent many a day exploring the coast around it. On a particularly sunny afternoon, when the air was full of the sweet scent of ripe berries dangling off their bushes in clumps of color, I walked East, and happened upon an Iguanodon.
It was a noble creature, meandering across the flower-speckled sand with its head held high. It’s hide was a creamy tan, dotted with orange speckles and it’s spine covered in a long dark stripe.
Cautious of the glossy black spikes protruding from the animals thumbs, I sent a bola twirling towards it’s feet. The Iguanodon trumpeted furiously, immobilized, as I moved in with a crude wooden club, intent on striking the dinosaur unconscious.
Foolishly, I stepped within range of the creatures arms, and paid for it with a painful slash across my forearm from one of those wicked thumb spikes.
Bleeding, and a little angry, I dealt several fierce blows to the Iguanodon, and my face split in a triumphant smile as it fell, unconscious, to the beach.
Once the creature had worked up a sufficient appetite, I fed her - for it was a her - a handful of Mejoberries from my outstretched palm.
By twilight she had awoken and was tamed, and as we walked West together, I made up my mind to call her Apricot, after the orange spots that were scattered across her belly and sides.
Since that warm afternoon so long ago, Apricot has been an invaluable friend and mount, full of surprising and incredibly useful abilities. She’s a fierce fighter; I once found the corpse of a wild raptor at her feet and Apricot was completely unscathed.
As I have progressed through my journey on the ARK, I have domesticated stronger and more fearsome creatures, and have not needed to ride Apricot as frequently as I had. As such, I have decided to retire her to a lovely life in a fenced pasture overlooking the sea, and have even found her a mate: a handsome orange and red fellow named Mango.
The house of madness
Chapter twenty one: Guilty, guilty, guilty.
A figure sits, surrounded by darkness. He holds his sword in his hands, running one finger over the cold shiny blade. He wore a black hood and cloak so that his face was hidden in the shadows of his hood. It had took a while but he had found his next target. Someone guilty. Very guilty. The shadowy figure let a small maniacal grin creep across his face. He was mad, that was true but he had enough sense not do anything dumb. People were scrambling everywhere like ants trying to find him, the murderer of so many peacekeepers. Why were they trying to find him? They should be rejoicing that he had gotten rid of those evil ones. Well, some weren’t as evil. But he’d had to get rid of them too. They’d interacted with the targets. He scoffed. Guilty. Guilty, guilty, guilty. They would all receive the punishments they deserved. His finger came to the end of his sword and it cut the tip of his finger slightly. He held the cut finger up to his face and studied the cut with amusement. The guilty were like this cut. A bleeding open wound that people tried to fill but they continued to cut the wound more. There was only one way to close the cut. Get rid off the ones who cut the wound. He slid the sword into its place by his side and took a breath, trying to steady his hands. They were shaking hard. He would make them pay. All of them. Every single little guilty soul. He closed his eyes and began to sing softly in a ominous voice:
“Cruel and cold, like winds on the seas. Will you ever return to me? Hear my voice sing with the tide, our love will never die. Over waves and deep in the blue, I will give all my heart to you. Ten long years I wait to go by…. our love will never die….”
Captain Shortstacks was retired. He lived in a small manor all by himself except for the cook and his maids. He reached down and pulled on his tall boots. He always wore them because as much as he said he was not, he was short. Very short. He had a hard time getting in bed because he was so short. Captain Shortstacks walked into the kitchen. On the table in the kitchen was a teapot filled with fresh hot tea. Shortstacks grabbed a glass cup and poured himself some. He quietly sipped the tea, facing the window. It was stormy outside. Thunder rumbled loudly. “It took a while to find you. You’re a very elusive man for a “famous” British captain.” A voice said behind him. Captain Shortstacks dropped the glass cup in surprise. It shattered on impact with the floor. Captain Shortstacks spun around to see a cloaked figure. Shortstacks reached for his sword but it wasn’t there. Of course it wasn’t! The British officials took it saying something about him becoming a senile old man who didn’t need a weapon. The figure fingered his sword. Captain Shortstacks began to edge his way to the cabinet where the kitchen knives were. "What do you want?” Shortstacks asked, trying to buy time. The figure watched him calmly. “You were the British leader who sent the order to bomb Tortuga which y’all thought was a pirate city.” The figure said. Shortstacks was almost to the cabinet. “Yes.”
“But you knew that if wasn’t a pirate city didn’t you? You just wanted to destroy the island and build something new on top of it, maybe even in honor of your ‘bravery’. ” The figure asked accusingly. Shortstacks blinked. “W-what? How do you know that?” He slipped his hand around the knife drawer’s brass handle and began to pull it open slowly. “I know a lot of things. What you do in the dark when no one is looking never stays in the dark. NEVER.” The figure said. Captain Shortstacks yanked open the knife drawer to see…no knives. “What?!” Shortstacks exclaimed. Where had the knives gone. The figure moved across the room quickly and pressed Shortstacks against the wall, with a sword to his neck. “Any last words?” The figure asked. “Why-why are you doing this?” Shortstacks choked. “Why I thought you knew. The guilty ones always pay. And you good sir are guilty. Guilty, guilty, guilty.” Then Shortstacks vision went black and his head fell to the floor. The figure chucked and wiped the blood of his sword and walked past the drawer that was full of knives. “Guilty, guilty, guilty.”
-SunnyFox57.
