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“Do I look good Briar? Is there anything on my crest? Do I look like a fool? Gosh, I hope we make a good impression.” “You look fine Faire, don’t worry. Tonight will be fun. Just keep in mind everything we’ve learnt.”   Faire and Briar stood fussing over each other outside large ruins, ...

“Tonight, there is to be a feast.” Boomed a mighty voice. The Tapajara trio had found themselves in service of Sela, an Iguanodon and member of the Atlantean court. Her coat was sleek and well-maintained, her status clear to see. “If you wish to earn the favour of the court, you may assist in setting up for tonight. There is much work to be done, and nimble wings like yours can be put to good use.” She instructed. Mac, Briar and Faire bowed ...

Wolf’s pack had been very busy lately, embracing thievery with a staggering confidence. This very confidence gave them the push they needed to plan out their biggest heist yet.   “We’re going straight for the royal treasury this time.” Wolf announced to Nina and Honey, as they stalked through the Atlantean undergrowth. Nina huffed out a hal...

It was the perfect night for a raid. Atlantis was in a state of unrest, and in Wolf’s eyes there was no better time to strike. The pack had spent the last couple weeks hiding out in one of the many undersea tunnels that connected the islands to Atlantis; this particular one was decrepit and clearly not in use often. The ideal place to scheme.   W...

With the Queen’s decree now known, MacMac, Faire and Briar found themselves with a predicament.   Join the Queen and save Atlantis, but risk throwing the world they’ve known into chaos? Or stand up to preserve the islands, while risking all Atlanteans in the progress?   ...

The day was pleasant and warm, the perfect day for lazing about. This peace was quick to be broken by raucous Tapajara chattering. “Mac! Mac! Have you heard? Have you seen? The Oviraptors!” An excitable grey Tapejara squawked, poking at the yellow Tapejara draped over tree branches beside her. Another tan Tapejara was perched to his other side, nudging him awake as well. ...

A biting cold chill swept across the expansive highlands of Isla Kela. What was usually lush green pastures was now a patchy mix of dying grass and drifts of snow. For Arugala, this was a sign. Time to move on.   His herd was small, consisting of only a handful of Parasaurolophus. Despite that these large hadrosaurs had voracious appetites, and the last bits of vegetation holding on for dear life as the winter...