Cleveraptor

After the Fold [Cleveraptor & Ara]

The marketplace wasn't terribly busy. Drake could smell meat being slow-roasted over a fire, hear people discussing different things. Transactions, the weather, family life. It was all very mundane, though there were pauses at the sight of a one-ton dinosaur carrying bags and baskets. Drake hitched Titus to a post and browsed the marketplace.

He first stopped at the booth selling food. A small theropod about the size of a chicken was being roasted. It was remarkable how similar its anatomy was to birds'. The stout woman on the other side of the table offered a smile. "What can I do for you?" she asked.

"Well I have some cured meat that I need to sell," Drake answered. "Juvenile Dryosaur. Nice and tender. I'd rather trade it before it goes bad or I get raided by someone or something looking for a meal." The woman nodded.

"Ah, I see," she said. "You could try Jon. Big guy. Buys and sells different foodstuff for travelers."

"Thank you," Drake said. "How much for a drumstick?"

"Have any nine millimeter rounds? Those tend to be a stable thing to buy and trade with around here." Drake nodded, digging out a small pouch of ammunition. He didn't need pistol rounds, but collecting them whenever possible was always a good idea for trade. He dug in the pouch, sorting the rounds by size. He figured out which were the nine-mil rounds and set them on the table. The woman examined them before nodding. She used a knife and a bit of tugging to free a drumstick from the roasted dinosaur, and Drake nodded in appreciation. "Pleasure doing business with you."

Drake made his way down the line of vendors. He was looking for a big man, huh?

After the Fold [Cleveraptor & Ara]

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In what was once northern California, a small settlement was nestled among the redwoods. Drake had come through this place often enough, and the people knew him well enough. At the very least, they didn't have someone with a crossbow keeping an eye on him anymore. Then again, not many people wanted to get close to someone who walked around with a dinosaur the same way people used to lead horses or cows.

Titus was a sweetheart though. His species was much smaller than the species made famous by Hollywood, standing around six feet at the tallest, and weighed in at just over a ton. But those bull-like horns weren't for show, and people kept their distance to avoid getting poked… or gored.

He made his way to the market. Drake had supplies he needed to sell or barter off. Better than that, he hoped that the people here had information about what was happening in the area. Information was key to staying alive outside the walls. What predators were in the area? What were the herbivores doing? Were there hostile groups nearby? Any and all information was crucial.

After the Fold [Cleveraptor & Ara]

Name: Drake Halsey
Age: 24
Appearance: Drake stands just shy of 5'8", and is of an average build. He has different scars on his body from dinosaur attacks, as well as one particular scar on his back from a stab wound.
Backstory: Drake was a teenager during the Fold, and grew up learning about the new world alongside his mother, who taught him how to hunt and fish. He studied the dinosaurs whenever he could, observing their behavior and learning what makes them tick. Unfortunately his mother caught an illness five years ago, and passed away. Since then, he's been keeping himself emotionally distant from people.
Equipment: Sword, spear, shotgun (as ammo is scarce, he saves it for emergencies)
Other information: Works as a guide, helping people travel from settlement to settlement; has a "tame" (more or less) Nasutoceratops named Titus who helps carry belongings and the occasional passenger

After the Fold [Cleveraptor & Ara]

Reserved for field guide.

After the Fold [Cleveraptor & Ara]

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In the year 20XX, the fabric of space and time folded in on itself, bringing prehistoric creatures and parts of their world into the present. While these were initially easy to contain, the creatures brought with them ancient diseases that mankind was unprepared for. The prehistoric viruses and bacteria whittled away at mankind until only small pockets of civilization remained. Those who live outside the safety of settlement walls are considered eccentric. But those who need help have no choice but to turn to them for help...

How high can we count before a mod gets involved?

20

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Cleveraptor's Not So Cleverly Named Interest Check

Oh hi, Mark.

Cleveraptor's Not So Cleverly Named Interest Check

Added a new plot idea.

Plot Idea - Helping a Rookie Adventurer

YC is a new adventurer with big ambitions of becoming a legend. However, for one reason or another, people don't like partying up with her, and she hasn't been able to get as far as she would like as a result. Sulking at the bar, she's approached by a higher-level adventurer (MC) who offers to help YC out.

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I've separated this from my other adventurer plot because it's fairly specific. I would love to play opposite a female character who's stubborn and hard-headed (bonus points if she's a tsundere!), and doesn't do well in adventurer parties. Basically I want a good mix of humor, drama, action, and romance!