My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Ooga is lifting various rocks to train. He plans to show that he is the strongest and become one of the highest in his tribe. Also, he found a tiny dinosaur with even tinier wings and named it Bob, and is now keeping it as a pet.
*Would dragons in this era be historically accurate?*
*no magic or magical creatures in general, so unfortunately no*
*Without the breath weapon and any other magical things to it? I would say just a big winged dinosaur that can fly isn't too unrealistic. Even if it's wings are too small to get it's fat little body off the ground, it can probably fly anyway, because Bob doesn't care what humans think is impossible.*
*well yeah I guess but the nerdy scientist in me wants to say that no dinosaur before birds could fly. Maaaybe it’s like a Quetzalcoutlus?*
*(Points to pterosaur)
They technically aren't dinosaurs, but they're very closely related to them.*
*indeed, I just suggested it could be a pterosaur, in the Quetzalcoutlus.*
*I now want my character to learn to ride one!!*
*maaaybe they could join the newly formed Rosetta tribe! It consists of two people so far but soon much more, and they’re all gonna be about domesticating animals!*
*AAAAA I WANNA JOIN*
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
The muscular man follows the woman back to her cave, spear by his side. He looks around curious and cautious, his hunting instincts keeping him alert.
She leads him to the cave, entrance covered by vines. It’s enormous on the inside, enough for 30 people at least. Decorating every inch of the walls are red and green cave paintings, of animals, of people, of the stars and of the moon, surprisingly intricate compared to most art of the age. Each drawing is often accompanied by swirling, Smokey patterns, and when illuminated by the light of the fire in the center of the cave, it gives it an almost ethereal feel. There is a large, simple campfire, and next to it are some meats, spare animal skins, and many, many berries in various stone bowls. There’s also a red and green stained mortar and pestle.
”Here’s the fire. Take some of it.” She hands him A large branch to light on fire and bring back with him.
"Hm...how did you make this...fire? It doesn't aways stay even when I feed it." He asks.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Ooga is lifting various rocks to train. He plans to show that he is the strongest and become one of the highest in his tribe. Also, he found a tiny dinosaur with even tinier wings and named it Bob, and is now keeping it as a pet.
*Would dragons in this era be historically accurate?*
*no magic or magical creatures in general, so unfortunately no*
*Without the breath weapon and any other magical things to it? I would say just a big winged dinosaur that can fly isn't too unrealistic. Even if it's wings are too small to get it's fat little body off the ground, it can probably fly anyway, because Bob doesn't care what humans think is impossible.*
*well yeah I guess but the nerdy scientist in me wants to say that no dinosaur before birds could fly. Maaaybe it’s like a Quetzalcoutlus?*
*(Points to pterosaur)
They technically aren't dinosaurs, but they're very closely related to them.*
*indeed, I just suggested it could be a pterosaur, in the Quetzalcoutlus.*
*I now want my character to learn to ride one!!*
*maaaybe they could join the newly formed Rosetta tribe! It consists of two people so far but soon much more, and they’re all gonna be about domesticating animals!*
*That will be my eventual kingdoms/lineages claim to fame. An army of armored Quetzalcoutlus and other dinosaurs with mounted flamethrowers. I will make my own dragon rider's guild come heck or high water. XD*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The muscular man follows the woman back to her cave, spear by his side. He looks around curious and cautious, his hunting instincts keeping him alert.
She leads him to the cave, entrance covered by vines. It’s enormous on the inside, enough for 30 people at least. Decorating every inch of the walls are red and green cave paintings, of animals, of people, of the stars and of the moon, surprisingly intricate compared to most art of the age. Each drawing is often accompanied by swirling, Smokey patterns, and when illuminated by the light of the fire in the center of the cave, it gives it an almost ethereal feel. There is a large, simple campfire, and next to it are some meats, spare animal skins, and many, many berries in various stone bowls. There’s also a red and green stained mortar and pestle.
”Here’s the fire. Take some of it.” She hands him A large branch to light on fire and bring back with him.
"Hm...how did you make this...fire? It doesn't aways stay even when I feed it." He asks.
“Took a long time to be good at it. It needs gaps in wood. It needs to breathe, and it needs to eat. If it can’t breathe, it can’t live. It can’t be wet. It is very delicate, I keep it safe. It still goes sometimes. It takes a long time to bring it back.”
The muscular man follows the woman back to her cave, spear by his side. He looks around curious and cautious, his hunting instincts keeping him alert.
She leads him to the cave, entrance covered by vines. It’s enormous on the inside, enough for 30 people at least. Decorating every inch of the walls are red and green cave paintings, of animals, of people, of the stars and of the moon, surprisingly intricate compared to most art of the age. Each drawing is often accompanied by swirling, Smokey patterns, and when illuminated by the light of the fire in the center of the cave, it gives it an almost ethereal feel. There is a large, simple campfire, and next to it are some meats, spare animal skins, and many, many berries in various stone bowls. There’s also a red and green stained mortar and pestle.
”Here’s the fire. Take some of it.” She hands him A large branch to light on fire and bring back with him.
"Hm...how did you make this...fire? It doesn't aways stay even when I feed it." He asks.
“Took a long time to be good at it. It needs gaps in wood. It needs to breathe, and it needs to eat. If it can’t breathe, it can’t live. It can’t be wet. It is very delicate, I keep it safe. It still goes sometimes. It takes a long time to bring it back.”
"Hm...." Wanting to insure he remembers this information, he takes some small sticks and has the fire burn them, creating some charcoal. He then grabs a flat stone and starts drawing some rudimentary instructional pictures. He's not a genius, but he is a practical man.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The muscular man follows the woman back to her cave, spear by his side. He looks around curious and cautious, his hunting instincts keeping him alert.
She leads him to the cave, entrance covered by vines. It’s enormous on the inside, enough for 30 people at least. Decorating every inch of the walls are red and green cave paintings, of animals, of people, of the stars and of the moon, surprisingly intricate compared to most art of the age. Each drawing is often accompanied by swirling, Smokey patterns, and when illuminated by the light of the fire in the center of the cave, it gives it an almost ethereal feel. There is a large, simple campfire, and next to it are some meats, spare animal skins, and many, many berries in various stone bowls. There’s also a red and green stained mortar and pestle.
”Here’s the fire. Take some of it.” She hands him A large branch to light on fire and bring back with him.
"Hm...how did you make this...fire? It doesn't aways stay even when I feed it." He asks.
“Took a long time to be good at it. It needs gaps in wood. It needs to breathe, and it needs to eat. If it can’t breathe, it can’t live. It can’t be wet. It is very delicate, I keep it safe. It still goes sometimes. It takes a long time to bring it back.”
"Hm...." Wanting to insure he remembers this information, he takes some small sticks and has the fire burn them, creating some charcoal. He then grabs a flat stone and starts drawing some rudimentary instructional pictures. He's not a genius, but he is a practical man.
“You can stay here if you like. Lots of room.” She glances over his shoulder, looking at it.
*these are definitely gonna become artifacts establishing an entire religion or something*
The muscular man follows the woman back to her cave, spear by his side. He looks around curious and cautious, his hunting instincts keeping him alert.
She leads him to the cave, entrance covered by vines. It’s enormous on the inside, enough for 30 people at least. Decorating every inch of the walls are red and green cave paintings, of animals, of people, of the stars and of the moon, surprisingly intricate compared to most art of the age. Each drawing is often accompanied by swirling, Smokey patterns, and when illuminated by the light of the fire in the center of the cave, it gives it an almost ethereal feel. There is a large, simple campfire, and next to it are some meats, spare animal skins, and many, many berries in various stone bowls. There’s also a red and green stained mortar and pestle.
”Here’s the fire. Take some of it.” She hands him A large branch to light on fire and bring back with him.
"Hm...how did you make this...fire? It doesn't aways stay even when I feed it." He asks.
“Took a long time to be good at it. It needs gaps in wood. It needs to breathe, and it needs to eat. If it can’t breathe, it can’t live. It can’t be wet. It is very delicate, I keep it safe. It still goes sometimes. It takes a long time to bring it back.”
"Hm...." Wanting to insure he remembers this information, he takes some small sticks and has the fire burn them, creating some charcoal. He then grabs a flat stone and starts drawing some rudimentary instructional pictures. He's not a genius, but he is a practical man.
“You can stay here if you like. Lots of room.” She glances over his shoulder, looking at it.
*these are definitely gonna become artifacts establishing an entire religion or something*
"Hm...greater numbers would better chance of safety. I have experience hunting big prey...I can also count resources for the coming white times." He says. *He is referring to winter, he is preparing for it.*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The muscular man follows the woman back to her cave, spear by his side. He looks around curious and cautious, his hunting instincts keeping him alert.
She leads him to the cave, entrance covered by vines. It’s enormous on the inside, enough for 30 people at least. Decorating every inch of the walls are red and green cave paintings, of animals, of people, of the stars and of the moon, surprisingly intricate compared to most art of the age. Each drawing is often accompanied by swirling, Smokey patterns, and when illuminated by the light of the fire in the center of the cave, it gives it an almost ethereal feel. There is a large, simple campfire, and next to it are some meats, spare animal skins, and many, many berries in various stone bowls. There’s also a red and green stained mortar and pestle.
”Here’s the fire. Take some of it.” She hands him A large branch to light on fire and bring back with him.
"Hm...how did you make this...fire? It doesn't aways stay even when I feed it." He asks.
“Took a long time to be good at it. It needs gaps in wood. It needs to breathe, and it needs to eat. If it can’t breathe, it can’t live. It can’t be wet. It is very delicate, I keep it safe. It still goes sometimes. It takes a long time to bring it back.”
"Hm...." Wanting to insure he remembers this information, he takes some small sticks and has the fire burn them, creating some charcoal. He then grabs a flat stone and starts drawing some rudimentary instructional pictures. He's not a genius, but he is a practical man.
“You can stay here if you like. Lots of room.” She glances over his shoulder, looking at it.
*these are definitely gonna become artifacts establishing an entire religion or something*
"Hm...greater numbers would better chance of safety. I have experience hunting big prey...I can also count resources for the coming white times." He says. *He is referring to winter, he is preparing for it.*
The muscular man follows the woman back to her cave, spear by his side. He looks around curious and cautious, his hunting instincts keeping him alert.
She leads him to the cave, entrance covered by vines. It’s enormous on the inside, enough for 30 people at least. Decorating every inch of the walls are red and green cave paintings, of animals, of people, of the stars and of the moon, surprisingly intricate compared to most art of the age. Each drawing is often accompanied by swirling, Smokey patterns, and when illuminated by the light of the fire in the center of the cave, it gives it an almost ethereal feel. There is a large, simple campfire, and next to it are some meats, spare animal skins, and many, many berries in various stone bowls. There’s also a red and green stained mortar and pestle.
”Here’s the fire. Take some of it.” She hands him A large branch to light on fire and bring back with him.
"Hm...how did you make this...fire? It doesn't aways stay even when I feed it." He asks.
“Took a long time to be good at it. It needs gaps in wood. It needs to breathe, and it needs to eat. If it can’t breathe, it can’t live. It can’t be wet. It is very delicate, I keep it safe. It still goes sometimes. It takes a long time to bring it back.”
"Hm...." Wanting to insure he remembers this information, he takes some small sticks and has the fire burn them, creating some charcoal. He then grabs a flat stone and starts drawing some rudimentary instructional pictures. He's not a genius, but he is a practical man.
“You can stay here if you like. Lots of room.” She glances over his shoulder, looking at it.
*these are definitely gonna become artifacts establishing an entire religion or something*
"Hm...greater numbers would better chance of safety. I have experience hunting big prey...I can also count resources for the coming white times." He says. *He is referring to winter, he is preparing for it.*
“Good. Need stuff from your old cave?”
"Yes, have some stones with writings about things I've discovered and a few other items."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The muscular man follows the woman back to her cave, spear by his side. He looks around curious and cautious, his hunting instincts keeping him alert.
She leads him to the cave, entrance covered by vines. It’s enormous on the inside, enough for 30 people at least. Decorating every inch of the walls are red and green cave paintings, of animals, of people, of the stars and of the moon, surprisingly intricate compared to most art of the age. Each drawing is often accompanied by swirling, Smokey patterns, and when illuminated by the light of the fire in the center of the cave, it gives it an almost ethereal feel. There is a large, simple campfire, and next to it are some meats, spare animal skins, and many, many berries in various stone bowls. There’s also a red and green stained mortar and pestle.
”Here’s the fire. Take some of it.” She hands him A large branch to light on fire and bring back with him.
"Hm...how did you make this...fire? It doesn't aways stay even when I feed it." He asks.
“Took a long time to be good at it. It needs gaps in wood. It needs to breathe, and it needs to eat. If it can’t breathe, it can’t live. It can’t be wet. It is very delicate, I keep it safe. It still goes sometimes. It takes a long time to bring it back.”
"Hm...." Wanting to insure he remembers this information, he takes some small sticks and has the fire burn them, creating some charcoal. He then grabs a flat stone and starts drawing some rudimentary instructional pictures. He's not a genius, but he is a practical man.
“You can stay here if you like. Lots of room.” She glances over his shoulder, looking at it.
*these are definitely gonna become artifacts establishing an entire religion or something*
"Hm...greater numbers would better chance of safety. I have experience hunting big prey...I can also count resources for the coming white times." He says. *He is referring to winter, he is preparing for it.*
“Good. Need stuff from your old cave?”
"Yes, have some stones with writings about things I've discovered and a few other items."
The muscular man follows the woman back to her cave, spear by his side. He looks around curious and cautious, his hunting instincts keeping him alert.
She leads him to the cave, entrance covered by vines. It’s enormous on the inside, enough for 30 people at least. Decorating every inch of the walls are red and green cave paintings, of animals, of people, of the stars and of the moon, surprisingly intricate compared to most art of the age. Each drawing is often accompanied by swirling, Smokey patterns, and when illuminated by the light of the fire in the center of the cave, it gives it an almost ethereal feel. There is a large, simple campfire, and next to it are some meats, spare animal skins, and many, many berries in various stone bowls. There’s also a red and green stained mortar and pestle.
”Here’s the fire. Take some of it.” She hands him A large branch to light on fire and bring back with him.
"Hm...how did you make this...fire? It doesn't aways stay even when I feed it." He asks.
“Took a long time to be good at it. It needs gaps in wood. It needs to breathe, and it needs to eat. If it can’t breathe, it can’t live. It can’t be wet. It is very delicate, I keep it safe. It still goes sometimes. It takes a long time to bring it back.”
"Hm...." Wanting to insure he remembers this information, he takes some small sticks and has the fire burn them, creating some charcoal. He then grabs a flat stone and starts drawing some rudimentary instructional pictures. He's not a genius, but he is a practical man.
“You can stay here if you like. Lots of room.” She glances over his shoulder, looking at it.
*these are definitely gonna become artifacts establishing an entire religion or something*
"Hm...greater numbers would better chance of safety. I have experience hunting big prey...I can also count resources for the coming white times." He says. *He is referring to winter, he is preparing for it.*
“Good. Need stuff from your old cave?”
"Yes, have some stones with writings about things I've discovered and a few other items."
“I can help move them here.”
"Thank you, that would be helpful." He would take her back to his camp and gather his supplies. He has several flat stones with charcoal notes he has take over the years since learning about the wonders of fire. Most of it is about what is good to hunt and not hunt, the best ways to take down certain types of prey, and what berries and plants are safe and not safe. It's too extensive, but they have been very helpful for his survival.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The muscular man follows the woman back to her cave, spear by his side. He looks around curious and cautious, his hunting instincts keeping him alert.
She leads him to the cave, entrance covered by vines. It’s enormous on the inside, enough for 30 people at least. Decorating every inch of the walls are red and green cave paintings, of animals, of people, of the stars and of the moon, surprisingly intricate compared to most art of the age. Each drawing is often accompanied by swirling, Smokey patterns, and when illuminated by the light of the fire in the center of the cave, it gives it an almost ethereal feel. There is a large, simple campfire, and next to it are some meats, spare animal skins, and many, many berries in various stone bowls. There’s also a red and green stained mortar and pestle.
”Here’s the fire. Take some of it.” She hands him A large branch to light on fire and bring back with him.
"Hm...how did you make this...fire? It doesn't aways stay even when I feed it." He asks.
“Took a long time to be good at it. It needs gaps in wood. It needs to breathe, and it needs to eat. If it can’t breathe, it can’t live. It can’t be wet. It is very delicate, I keep it safe. It still goes sometimes. It takes a long time to bring it back.”
"Hm...." Wanting to insure he remembers this information, he takes some small sticks and has the fire burn them, creating some charcoal. He then grabs a flat stone and starts drawing some rudimentary instructional pictures. He's not a genius, but he is a practical man.
“You can stay here if you like. Lots of room.” She glances over his shoulder, looking at it.
*these are definitely gonna become artifacts establishing an entire religion or something*
"Hm...greater numbers would better chance of safety. I have experience hunting big prey...I can also count resources for the coming white times." He says. *He is referring to winter, he is preparing for it.*
“Good. Need stuff from your old cave?”
"Yes, have some stones with writings about things I've discovered and a few other items."
“I can help move them here.”
"Thank you, that would be helpful." He would take her back to his camp and gather his supplies. He has several flat stones with charcoal notes he has take over the years since learning about the wonders of fire. Most of it is about what is good to hunt and not hunt, the best ways to take down certain types of prey, and what berries and plants are safe and not safe. It's too extensive, but they have been very helpful for his survival.
She helps move as many of them as she can, which is a lot.
He sees Ooga nearby, lifting rocks. "Ooga train. Ooga become big strong!"
“Oof, HI!”
He slowly turns around. Bob the potential dragon potentially not dragon also turns around. Ooga waves. "Hi! Me Ooga. Who you?"
“Stix.”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
The muscular man follows the woman back to her cave, spear by his side. He looks around curious and cautious, his hunting instincts keeping him alert.
She leads him to the cave, entrance covered by vines. It’s enormous on the inside, enough for 30 people at least. Decorating every inch of the walls are red and green cave paintings, of animals, of people, of the stars and of the moon, surprisingly intricate compared to most art of the age. Each drawing is often accompanied by swirling, Smokey patterns, and when illuminated by the light of the fire in the center of the cave, it gives it an almost ethereal feel. There is a large, simple campfire, and next to it are some meats, spare animal skins, and many, many berries in various stone bowls. There’s also a red and green stained mortar and pestle.
”Here’s the fire. Take some of it.” She hands him A large branch to light on fire and bring back with him.
"Hm...how did you make this...fire? It doesn't aways stay even when I feed it." He asks.
“Took a long time to be good at it. It needs gaps in wood. It needs to breathe, and it needs to eat. If it can’t breathe, it can’t live. It can’t be wet. It is very delicate, I keep it safe. It still goes sometimes. It takes a long time to bring it back.”
"Hm...." Wanting to insure he remembers this information, he takes some small sticks and has the fire burn them, creating some charcoal. He then grabs a flat stone and starts drawing some rudimentary instructional pictures. He's not a genius, but he is a practical man.
“You can stay here if you like. Lots of room.” She glances over his shoulder, looking at it.
*these are definitely gonna become artifacts establishing an entire religion or something*
"Hm...greater numbers would better chance of safety. I have experience hunting big prey...I can also count resources for the coming white times." He says. *He is referring to winter, he is preparing for it.*
“Good. Need stuff from your old cave?”
"Yes, have some stones with writings about things I've discovered and a few other items."
“I can help move them here.”
"Thank you, that would be helpful." He would take her back to his camp and gather his supplies. He has several flat stones with charcoal notes he has take over the years since learning about the wonders of fire. Most of it is about what is good to hunt and not hunt, the best ways to take down certain types of prey, and what berries and plants are safe and not safe. It's too extensive, but they have been very helpful for his survival.
She helps move as many of them as she can, which is a lot.
”you made all of these? Very good.”
"Yes, helps with remembering. Many things are dangerous out there, so knowing things is good for surviving." He says as they set up his stones someplace in her cave.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The muscular man follows the woman back to her cave, spear by his side. He looks around curious and cautious, his hunting instincts keeping him alert.
She leads him to the cave, entrance covered by vines. It’s enormous on the inside, enough for 30 people at least. Decorating every inch of the walls are red and green cave paintings, of animals, of people, of the stars and of the moon, surprisingly intricate compared to most art of the age. Each drawing is often accompanied by swirling, Smokey patterns, and when illuminated by the light of the fire in the center of the cave, it gives it an almost ethereal feel. There is a large, simple campfire, and next to it are some meats, spare animal skins, and many, many berries in various stone bowls. There’s also a red and green stained mortar and pestle.
”Here’s the fire. Take some of it.” She hands him A large branch to light on fire and bring back with him.
"Hm...how did you make this...fire? It doesn't aways stay even when I feed it." He asks.
“Took a long time to be good at it. It needs gaps in wood. It needs to breathe, and it needs to eat. If it can’t breathe, it can’t live. It can’t be wet. It is very delicate, I keep it safe. It still goes sometimes. It takes a long time to bring it back.”
"Hm...." Wanting to insure he remembers this information, he takes some small sticks and has the fire burn them, creating some charcoal. He then grabs a flat stone and starts drawing some rudimentary instructional pictures. He's not a genius, but he is a practical man.
“You can stay here if you like. Lots of room.” She glances over his shoulder, looking at it.
*these are definitely gonna become artifacts establishing an entire religion or something*
"Hm...greater numbers would better chance of safety. I have experience hunting big prey...I can also count resources for the coming white times." He says. *He is referring to winter, he is preparing for it.*
“Good. Need stuff from your old cave?”
"Yes, have some stones with writings about things I've discovered and a few other items."
“I can help move them here.”
"Thank you, that would be helpful." He would take her back to his camp and gather his supplies. He has several flat stones with charcoal notes he has take over the years since learning about the wonders of fire. Most of it is about what is good to hunt and not hunt, the best ways to take down certain types of prey, and what berries and plants are safe and not safe. It's too extensive, but they have been very helpful for his survival.
She helps move as many of them as she can, which is a lot.
”you made all of these? Very good.”
"Yes, helps with remembering. Many things are dangerous out there, so knowing things is good for surviving." He says as they set up his stones someplace in her cave.
“Another thing, big bird. Dinosaur, lives near pond. I’m going to try making friends with it. But might be dangerous for now.”
The muscular man follows the woman back to her cave, spear by his side. He looks around curious and cautious, his hunting instincts keeping him alert.
She leads him to the cave, entrance covered by vines. It’s enormous on the inside, enough for 30 people at least. Decorating every inch of the walls are red and green cave paintings, of animals, of people, of the stars and of the moon, surprisingly intricate compared to most art of the age. Each drawing is often accompanied by swirling, Smokey patterns, and when illuminated by the light of the fire in the center of the cave, it gives it an almost ethereal feel. There is a large, simple campfire, and next to it are some meats, spare animal skins, and many, many berries in various stone bowls. There’s also a red and green stained mortar and pestle.
”Here’s the fire. Take some of it.” She hands him A large branch to light on fire and bring back with him.
"Hm...how did you make this...fire? It doesn't aways stay even when I feed it." He asks.
“Took a long time to be good at it. It needs gaps in wood. It needs to breathe, and it needs to eat. If it can’t breathe, it can’t live. It can’t be wet. It is very delicate, I keep it safe. It still goes sometimes. It takes a long time to bring it back.”
"Hm...." Wanting to insure he remembers this information, he takes some small sticks and has the fire burn them, creating some charcoal. He then grabs a flat stone and starts drawing some rudimentary instructional pictures. He's not a genius, but he is a practical man.
“You can stay here if you like. Lots of room.” She glances over his shoulder, looking at it.
*these are definitely gonna become artifacts establishing an entire religion or something*
"Hm...greater numbers would better chance of safety. I have experience hunting big prey...I can also count resources for the coming white times." He says. *He is referring to winter, he is preparing for it.*
“Good. Need stuff from your old cave?”
"Yes, have some stones with writings about things I've discovered and a few other items."
“I can help move them here.”
"Thank you, that would be helpful." He would take her back to his camp and gather his supplies. He has several flat stones with charcoal notes he has take over the years since learning about the wonders of fire. Most of it is about what is good to hunt and not hunt, the best ways to take down certain types of prey, and what berries and plants are safe and not safe. It's too extensive, but they have been very helpful for his survival.
She helps move as many of them as she can, which is a lot.
”you made all of these? Very good.”
"Yes, helps with remembering. Many things are dangerous out there, so knowing things is good for surviving." He says as they set up his stones someplace in her cave.
“Another thing, big bird. Dinosaur, lives near pond. I’m going to try making friends with it. But might be dangerous for now.”
"Big bird dinosaur? Befriending would be useful. Maybe befriend with food."
*Making a world were instead of us domesticating wolves we domesticate dinosaurs.*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The muscular man follows the woman back to her cave, spear by his side. He looks around curious and cautious, his hunting instincts keeping him alert.
She leads him to the cave, entrance covered by vines. It’s enormous on the inside, enough for 30 people at least. Decorating every inch of the walls are red and green cave paintings, of animals, of people, of the stars and of the moon, surprisingly intricate compared to most art of the age. Each drawing is often accompanied by swirling, Smokey patterns, and when illuminated by the light of the fire in the center of the cave, it gives it an almost ethereal feel. There is a large, simple campfire, and next to it are some meats, spare animal skins, and many, many berries in various stone bowls. There’s also a red and green stained mortar and pestle.
”Here’s the fire. Take some of it.” She hands him A large branch to light on fire and bring back with him.
"Hm...how did you make this...fire? It doesn't aways stay even when I feed it." He asks.
“Took a long time to be good at it. It needs gaps in wood. It needs to breathe, and it needs to eat. If it can’t breathe, it can’t live. It can’t be wet. It is very delicate, I keep it safe. It still goes sometimes. It takes a long time to bring it back.”
"Hm...." Wanting to insure he remembers this information, he takes some small sticks and has the fire burn them, creating some charcoal. He then grabs a flat stone and starts drawing some rudimentary instructional pictures. He's not a genius, but he is a practical man.
“You can stay here if you like. Lots of room.” She glances over his shoulder, looking at it.
*these are definitely gonna become artifacts establishing an entire religion or something*
"Hm...greater numbers would better chance of safety. I have experience hunting big prey...I can also count resources for the coming white times." He says. *He is referring to winter, he is preparing for it.*
“Good. Need stuff from your old cave?”
"Yes, have some stones with writings about things I've discovered and a few other items."
“I can help move them here.”
"Thank you, that would be helpful." He would take her back to his camp and gather his supplies. He has several flat stones with charcoal notes he has take over the years since learning about the wonders of fire. Most of it is about what is good to hunt and not hunt, the best ways to take down certain types of prey, and what berries and plants are safe and not safe. It's too extensive, but they have been very helpful for his survival.
She helps move as many of them as she can, which is a lot.
”you made all of these? Very good.”
"Yes, helps with remembering. Many things are dangerous out there, so knowing things is good for surviving." He says as they set up his stones someplace in her cave.
“Another thing, big bird. Dinosaur, lives near pond. I’m going to try making friends with it. But might be dangerous for now.”
"Big bird dinosaur? Befriending would be useful. Maybe befriend with food."
*Making a world were instead of us domesticating wolves we domesticate dinosaurs.*
Yeah, it’s gonna be awesome. But when the Dino’s die out in the ice age we just need to have birds. The Rosetta tribe is gonna be all about Falconry*
”good idea! It could guard cave while we’re gone. Next day, lets befriend it.”
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"Hm...how did you make this...fire? It doesn't aways stay even when I feed it." He asks.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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*That will be my eventual kingdoms/lineages claim to fame. An army of armored Quetzalcoutlus and other dinosaurs with mounted flamethrowers. I will make my own dragon rider's guild come heck or high water. XD*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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“Took a long time to be good at it. It needs gaps in wood. It needs to breathe, and it needs to eat. If it can’t breathe, it can’t live. It can’t be wet. It is very delicate, I keep it safe. It still goes sometimes. It takes a long time to bring it back.”
"Hm...." Wanting to insure he remembers this information, he takes some small sticks and has the fire burn them, creating some charcoal. He then grabs a flat stone and starts drawing some rudimentary instructional pictures. He's not a genius, but he is a practical man.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“You can stay here if you like. Lots of room.” She glances over his shoulder, looking at it.
*these are definitely gonna become artifacts establishing an entire religion or something*
"Hm...greater numbers would better chance of safety. I have experience hunting big prey...I can also count resources for the coming white times." He says. *He is referring to winter, he is preparing for it.*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“Good. Need stuff from your old cave?”
"Yes, have some stones with writings about things I've discovered and a few other items."
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“I can help move them here.”
"Thank you, that would be helpful." He would take her back to his camp and gather his supplies. He has several flat stones with charcoal notes he has take over the years since learning about the wonders of fire. Most of it is about what is good to hunt and not hunt, the best ways to take down certain types of prey, and what berries and plants are safe and not safe. It's too extensive, but they have been very helpful for his survival.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
She helps move as many of them as she can, which is a lot.
”you made all of these? Very good.”
He slowly turns around. Bob the potential dragon potentially not dragon also turns around. Ooga waves. "Hi! Me Ooga. Who you?"
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
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“Stix.”
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"Yes, helps with remembering. Many things are dangerous out there, so knowing things is good for surviving." He says as they set up his stones someplace in her cave.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“Another thing, big bird. Dinosaur, lives near pond. I’m going to try making friends with it. But might be dangerous for now.”
"Big bird dinosaur? Befriending would be useful. Maybe befriend with food."
*Making a world were instead of us domesticating wolves we domesticate dinosaurs.*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
"Hi, Stix. Me Ooga. What you looking for?"
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
Yeah, it’s gonna be awesome. But when the Dino’s die out in the ice age we just need to have birds. The Rosetta tribe is gonna be all about Falconry*
”good idea! It could guard cave while we’re gone. Next day, lets befriend it.”