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WH40k: New Frontiers and Promised Lands - A Rogue Trader Adventure

May I recycle the character from the other RP that sadly didn't live that long?

The Morrison Trail - (A Western Oregon-Trail-based RP with Dinosaurs)

@Scarlet Loup Congratulations!
Hope quarantine didn't damper the significance of the moment.

The Morrison Trail - (A Western Oregon-Trail-based RP with Dinosaurs)

Morgan had traveled well over six hours with Shelly, having only recently passed through Talonwood on his way West. The sun was well up in the blue sky when the boredom struck him unexpectedly."Darn...maybe shoulda brought mah mandolin or ah book or somethin." The farmer said to himself as the ankylosaurid plodded along the trail. Admittedly the start of any adventure wasn't exciting. He's almost sure that his wasn't any different. He let out a sigh and decided that maybe he'd just buy something in the next town or something. But then a lantern lit up inside his head as he realized something.

He could try singing without an instrument accompanying him.

"Shelly, I'm a genius." He says to the Euoplocephalus that seems to rumble in response. "Ey! Ah don't want no sass from ya." Morgan says playfully before he clears his throat and starts humming a tune of a song he heard a number of times the local band sang in the saloon whenever he visited before starting to sing the song with a voice as sweet as chocolate.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Edward Marsh

---

As expected it was awkward to swing it around like a baseball bat. Unless he could evolve into a bigger form, or at the very least a stronger one, his plan on using the great club like a baseball bat would be improbable. But at least he figured out a semi-functional method for him to attack with it, so it was a technical win in the ratman's book. After another three sets of modified swings, he would take a break from swinging his club. He maintained his focus on breathing to help keep the blood flowing and prevent cramps as he looked to where they had came from, and from seeing the smoke he could assume that the villagers were up and about by this time. Though the memory of the smoke caused his eyes to drift toward the rolling hills. Maybe the little shack and bonfire they saw yesterday was the camp gnome talked about? It was in the same area described by the earth creature. Though as of now they could only speculate where the bandit camp was in the area. "After we train more and get more used to these, I suppose it would be a good time to scout for the camp and learn what we can. Remember the shack we passed by yesterday? The one with the recently put out campfire? I think that's a good guess to where the bandits are staying"

Stats

LVL: 7
HP: Healthy
SP: Rested
MP: Full

Effect/s:

SKILLS:

Unspent Skill Points: 0
Current Skills:
Monster Analysis (1.25)
Magic Analysis I (1.0)
Overwork (1.3)
Dynamic Eye I (1.1)
Rabid Fit II (2.0)
Smash I (1.3)
Focus I (1.0)
Beast Sense II (2.75) (PASSIVE)
Mental Resistance I (1.0) (PASSIVE)
Alert I (1.15) (PASSIVE)
Harder I (1.0) (PASSIVE)
Faster I (1.05) (PASSIVE)
Stronger I (1.65) (PASSIVE)
Muffle II (2.275) (PASSIVE)
Dexterous I (1.1) (PASSIVE)
Use Light Equipment (--) (PASSIVE)
__________________________________
<UNUSABLE SKILLS>
SKILL PROGRESS:
Material Analysis (0.5)
Warcry (0.7)
Tremor Sense (0.05)
Telepathy (0.1)
Mana Shape (0.7)
Shield (0.5)
Mana Shell (0.4)
Soil Manipulation (0.7)
Crafting (0.6)
First Aid (0.1)
Meditate (0.4)
People Sense (0.3)
Plant Analysis (0.2)
Swift Swimmer (0.4)
Charm (0.025)
Repel (0.025)
Stealth Kill (0.3)
Blunt Resistance (0.1)
Prehensile Tail (0.5)
Mana Strike (0.6)
Minor Heal (0.05)
Iron Gullet (0.4)
Taming (0.1)
Suppress Presence (0.5)
Use Medium Equipment (0.4)
Inspire (0.2)
Point Strike (0.3)
Strengthen (0.3)
Pierce Resistance (0.2)
Double Skill (0.1)
Deception (0.2)
Lucid Dream (0.2)
<UNUSABLE SKILLS>

Inventory:
- Vine Belt (Shoddy Quality) x 1 [Equipped]

• [Empty]
• Flame touched crystals x 2
• Short Cudgel (Unknown Quality) x 1
• Sturdy Stick (Unknown Quality) x 1
• Stone Knife (Unknown Quality) x1

- Wood Breastplate (Unknown Quality) x 1 [Equipped]
- Straw Sandal (Unknown Quality) x 2 [Equipped]
- Black Dyed Robe (Shoddy Quality) x 1 [Equipped]
- Battered Wooden Shield (Unknown Quality) x 1 [Equipped]
- Great Club (Unknown Quality) x 1 [Equipped]
- Grass Packroll (Unknown Quality) x 1 [Dropped]

• Healing Herbs x 1
• Nullven Cone x 1
• Flint and Striker x 1
• Tainted Crystal x 1
• [Empty]

- Assorted Insect Parts x 1 [With Asteria]
- Hobgoblin Meat x 10 lbs.

Action Summary

-Swings the great club ten times per set three times.
-Takes a break but keeps his breathing focused.
-Looks to the village smoke and reminds him of the little shack with the campfire yesterday.
-Thinks that going to it would be a good start for their scouting mission.
-But prioritizing their training and getting used to their new equipment.
-Tells Asteria his plan and explain that the shack is a good starting point for the investigation.

The Morrison Trail - (A Western Oregon-Trail-based RP with Dinosaurs)

Morgan was up and awake this morning earlier than any other morning he could remember. Hell, he was awake when the farm's dodo crowed to alert them that it was the crack of dawn. For someone who was about to live-out their lifelong dream, he had an awful lot of butterflies in his stomach. The farmboy paced across his room a number of times as he ran a hand through his hair before taking a deep breath and releasing it with an even quicker exhale. "C'mon Morgan, yer a big boy. Bein a yellah belly sittin in tha dark an doin nothin ain't yer style...no ifs or buts." The large man tells himself as he shakes his whole body in an attempt to remove the feeling of fear, doubt, and anxiety. He felt a little braver now but his heart still hammered in his chest. With a determined look on his face, he grabs his favorite hat and scarf from the wooden end table beside his tidied bed and dons them. Now he felt a lot better now he had them on his person. Taking his pack, the redheaded farmer headed down the second floor of the farmhouse.

Much to his surprise, his family was already up and about. His mother and sister-in-law were finishing whipping up some breakfast. His older brother and father were setting the table. And his niece and baby sister were playing with Bobo the Microraptor, the family's house pet. All of them paused what they were doing when they saw Morgan. "What's everyone doin up so early?" His father was the one to speak up and answer his question. "Well, we can't say goodbye ta ya if we didn't, now can we?" Morgan was moved. Only a couple of nights ago they were arguing and yelling at each other regarding the letter but now they were acting as if nothing happened. He could feel his eyes water a little as he kept going down the flight of stairs before setting down his pack beside his usual spot at the table and taking a seat. His family followed in suit. They had prepared his favorite foods for his farewell breakfast as this may as well be the very last time he would be sharing a meal with him for a very long time. They would share stories, memories, and laughter that would soon devolve into barely held back sobs and whimpers as they finished their meals.

With a heavy heart, Morgan grabbed his pack and stood up from the table. His mother was wailing into his father's shoulder as he tried his best to console her through his own tears. His brother was keeping a convincing brave face but he could see a tear or two running down ol' Henry's face. His niece and baby sister, however, were bawling their eyes out and clinging onto Morgan for what seemed for dear life. They would be the straw that would break the proverbial camel's back as Morgan broke down into a blubbering mess as he hugged them both tightly and promising that he'd send letters as much as he can while traveling Westward. The rest of the Whittaker clan failed to resist giving the youngest son and brother one last hug and followed in suit to join the messy noisy goodbye. So much for him steeling himself to make things a clean and quiet exit...he was almost sure they'd wake up the dead with all the racket they caused. The initial plan of leaving before his family knew he was gone crashed and burned magnificently in a mess of tears, wailing, good food, and near incoherent goodbyes, well wishes, and words of affection.

The farmer may have left a little later and a lot more disheveled than he would like to admit, but he also left feeling more confident than ever and even more driven to succeed in his endeavor to the West.

He felt like he could take on the world and actually win.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Edward Marsh

---

"Good to know our options. Thank you, gnome." The ratman says to the earth spirit as he thinks about where would be the best place. He considered going back to the myrminors but remembered how much of a danger they were in larger numbers...and those were just workers and scouts. Ed perished the thought of encountering a swarm of soldier myrminors. The goblin tribe beyond the town seemed too far but would likely warrant investigation in the future. Laketown's sewers would have been a fine option if they didn't look like monsters and the fact that it's a place where newbie adventurers go; meaning the likelihood of them getting killed would be far greater than he was comfortable with. That left the bandits at their camp and the mongrels. Both had pros and cons in hunting them but, after some consideration, the bandits would be a good quarry for them. Closer to the base to boot. If the bandits he and Asteria helped kill earlier were part of that group, it would mean they were down five members. Dealing with them now would also likely help them in the long run and maybe afterward they can go deal with the mongrels or myrminors. First things first though, they needed to practice and get used to using their new gear before they formulate a plan of action.

Ed would then excuse himself if Asteria and the earth spirit were not yet done conversing with one another and return the [Flint and Steel] back to the Grass Pack Roll before retrieving his [Great Club] and heading outside to begin practicing with it. It was like practice back in high school...but with the bat being an oversized weapon designed to destroy armor. Beginning with a few basic warm-ups to prepare his body for physical exercise. Then he would begin to swing the club with as much force as he could muster and try to keep his balance and footing after the swing itself. While doing this, he would also focus on his breathing to help circulate blood better, prevent cramps, and increase the time he can keep going without getting exhausted. He would repeat the process until failure, wherein which he would take a break but still focus on his breathing exercise to hopefully recover his stamina faster.

---

At some point, Asteria would exit the barrow and see Ed as he was just getting warmed up for his impromptu batting practice with the great club. She asked him which group would he prefer to take on first. "Bandits, preferably. Also, careful. I'm not used to swinging this thing yet. I don't think we want any accidents happening." He would pause to finish up his first set of warm-ups. "If the five we helped kill were part of the bandits gnome mentioned, it would make the bandits are weaker by five. Including a caster and a bowman. Though we can't be completely sure. So I suggest we go scout the place out first. See how many there are and identify the defenses. Possibly even find out patrol routes and rotations. Only then we can formulate the most optimal attack plan."

Stats

LVL: 7
HP: Healthy
SP: Rested
MP: Full

Effect/s:

SKILLS:

Unspent Skill Points: 0
Current Skills:
Monster Analysis (1.25)
Magic Analysis I (1.0)
Overwork (1.3)
Dynamic Eye I (1.1)
Rabid Fit II (2.0)
Smash I (1.3)
Focus I (1.0)
Beast Sense II (2.75) (PASSIVE)
Mental Resistance I (1.0) (PASSIVE)
Alert I (1.15) (PASSIVE)
Harder I (1.0) (PASSIVE)
Faster I (1.05) (PASSIVE)
Stronger I (1.65) (PASSIVE)
Muffle II (2.275) (PASSIVE)
Dexterous I (1.1) (PASSIVE)
Use Light Equipment (--) (PASSIVE)
__________________________________
<UNUSABLE SKILLS>
SKILL PROGRESS:
Material Analysis (0.5)
Warcry (0.7)
Tremor Sense (0.05)
Telepathy (0.1)
Mana Shape (0.7)
Shield (0.5)
Mana Shell (0.4)
Soil Manipulation (0.7)
Crafting (0.6)
First Aid (0.1)
Meditate (0.4)
People Sense (0.3)
Plant Analysis (0.2)
Swift Swimmer (0.4)
Charm (0.025)
Repel (0.025)
Stealth Kill (0.3)
Blunt Resistance (0.1)
Prehensile Tail (0.5)
Mana Strike (0.6)
Minor Heal (0.05)
Iron Gullet (0.4)
Taming (0.1)
Suppress Presence (0.5)
Use Medium Equipment (0.4)
Inspire (0.2)
Point Strike (0.3)
Strengthen (0.3)
Pierce Resistance (0.2)
Double Skill (0.1)
Deception (0.2)
Lucid Dream (0.2)
<UNUSABLE SKILLS>

Inventory:
- Vine Belt (Shoddy Quality) x 1 [Equipped]

• [Empty]
• Flame touched crystals x 2
• Short Cudgel (Unknown Quality) x 1
• Sturdy Stick (Unknown Quality) x 1
• Stone Knife (Unknown Quality) x1

- Wood Breastplate (Unknown Quality) x 1 [Equipped]
- Straw Sandal (Unknown Quality) x 2 [Equipped]
- Black Dyed Robe (Shoddy Quality) x 1 [Equipped]
- Battered Wooden Shield (Unknown Quality) x 1 [Equipped]
- Great Club (Unknown Quality) x 1 [Equipped]
- Grass Packroll (Unknown Quality) x 1 [Dropped]

• Healing Herbs x 1
• Nullven Cone x 1
• Flint and Striker x 1
• Tainted Crystal x 1
• [Empty]

- Assorted Insect Parts x 1 [With Asteria]
- Hobgoblin Meat x 10 lbs.

Action Summary

-Thanks gnome and thinks about the options given to them and which to choose.
-Concludes that the best course of action was to choose the bandits or the mongrels.
-Decides bandits assuming that the five they helped kill was part of the encampment.
-Ed excuses himself if Asteria and gnome are yet to finish conversing with one another.
-Returns the flint and steel to the pack and retrieves the great club for training.
-Goes outside to limber up and begin swinging practice with the great club.
-While doing so, also focusing on his breathing to help blood circulation, prevent cramps, and prolong his stamina.
-Will do this until failure, wherein which he would take a break but keep his breathing in check to help regain stamina faster.
-[edit] Told Asteria his preferred target between bandits and mongrels.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Edward Marsh

---

Ed smirked and nodded slightly to Asteria's questions and the gnome's answers as he finally settled with the fact that he was comfortable with talking with the earth spirit and guardian of the barrow. It seemed like it was amused by them so he tried to entertain the gnome some more. "Well...think microorganisms impossibly small creatures that live on almost anything. Some are useful but a majority of them are harmful. An example would be yeast, that's the stuff that makes bread rise and be fluffy and not hard and flat like stone...uh no offense." He paused a bit to think of the best description of culinary arts. "Culinary Arts isn't exactly related to medicine...though there are foods that do function as an aid as well as food that serves as food to soothe emotional pain. I can go on and on about this but I don't think that it answers your question. Well Culinary Arts, in a simpler term, is the study that makes you into a chef. And before you ask the difference, a cook can be literally anyone who knows how to use heat to prepare food in a variety of things. A chef, however, is a professional that has been trained to the point of proficiency in all aspects of food preparation but often expertise in a cuisine...erm...a style a culture prepares and makes food." The ratman pauses for a moment as the savory aroma of roasting hobgoblin meat became nigh unavoidable in the room. "If you add a little bit of salt, pepper, veggies, couple cloves of smashed garlic, aromatic herbs, and some butter and it'd be as good as gold...but would likely be more costly than gold if my history teacher was right about how herbs and spices were in the medieval times." Now that he'd been exposed to the cooking of the gnome, he realized how much he missed his kitchen...or cooking in general.

He would stay silent for a while to think about his life and reflect on it. Letting Asteria and the gnome discuss whatever they needed before he would once again talk when gnome asked why they wanted to train.

"Well majority of the creatures we encountered were hostile and I don't think humans or the like would treat us any better considering how we look. Kill or be killed, you know? Given that, we need to get stronger so we can defend ourselves effectively and keep alive in this world long enough to make sense of it all before we get our answers." Ed pauses a bit to think. "Hey, gnome. Weird question but would you know of a hunting or foraging ground close by?"

---

"W-wow. Thanks, Asteria." The ratman said with genuine appreciation in his voice as he blushed slightly and scratched the back of his head. "Unlikely as it may be, but I think it would have been nice to meet you while we were still back on Earth. I think we would have been good friends there too." He said with a warm smile on his face before they returned to gnome to see the results of the test Asteria did.

Stats

LVL: 7
HP: Healthy
SP: Rested
MP: Full

Effect/s:

SKILLS:

Unspent Skill Points: 0
Current Skills:
Monster Analysis (1.25)
Magic Analysis I (1.0)
Overwork (1.3)
Dynamic Eye I (1.1)
Rabid Fit II (2.0)
Smash I (1.3)
Focus I (1.0)
Beast Sense II (2.75) (PASSIVE)
Mental Resistance I (1.0) (PASSIVE)
Alert I (1.15) (PASSIVE)
Harder I (1.0) (PASSIVE)
Faster I (1.05) (PASSIVE)
Stronger I (1.65) (PASSIVE)
Muffle II (2.275) (PASSIVE)
Dexterous I (1.1) (PASSIVE)
Use Light Equipment (--) (PASSIVE)
__________________________________
<UNUSABLE SKILLS>
SKILL PROGRESS:
Material Analysis (0.5)
Warcry (0.7)
Tremor Sense (0.05)
Telepathy (0.1)
Mana Shape (0.7)
Shield (0.5)
Mana Shell (0.4)
Soil Manipulation (0.7)
Crafting (0.6)
First Aid (0.1)
Meditate (0.4)
People Sense (0.3)
Plant Analysis (0.2)
Swift Swimmer (0.4)
Charm (0.025)
Repel (0.025)
Stealth Kill (0.3)
Blunt Resistance (0.1)
Prehensile Tail (0.5)
Mana Strike (0.6)
Minor Heal (0.05)
Iron Gullet (0.4)
Taming (0.1)
Suppress Presence (0.5)
Use Medium Equipment (0.4)
Inspire (0.2)
Point Strike (0.3)
Strengthen (0.3)
Pierce Resistance (0.2)
Double Skill (0.1)
Deception (0.2)
Lucid Dream (0.2)
<UNUSABLE SKILLS>

Inventory:
- Vine Belt (Shoddy Quality) x 1 [Equipped]

• [Empty]
• Flame touched crystals x 2
• Short Cudgel (Unknown Quality) x 1
• Sturdy Stick (Unknown Quality) x 1
• Stone Knife (Unknown Quality) x1

- Wood Breastplate (Unknown Quality) x 1 [Equipped]
- Straw Sandal (Unknown Quality) x 2 [Equipped]
- Black Dyed Robe (Shoddy Quality) x 1 [Equipped]
- Battered Wooden Shield (Unknown Quality) x 1 [Equipped]
- Grass Packroll (Unknown Quality) x 1 [Dropped]

• Healing Herbs x 1
• Nullven Cone x 1
• Flint and Striker x 1
• Tainted Crystal x 1
• Great Club (Unknown Quality) x 1

- Assorted Insect Parts x 1 [With Asteria]
- Hobgoblin Meat x 10 lbs.

Action Summary

-Talks to gnome some more to entertain and inform.
-Gives advice about cooking but realizes it would be unrealistic given the situation.
-Takes some quiet time to think about life and self-reflect.
-Explain why they wanted to train and asks if there is a place nearby for hunting/foraging.
-[edit] Replied to Asteria.

The Morrison Trail - (A Western Oregon-Trail-based RP with Dinosaurs)

Farmboy

Name: Morgan S. Whittaker

Appearance: Morgan is a broad-chested and well-built man standing approximately 1.84 meters tall and weight 80 kilograms. A somewhat controlled mop of ombre ginger hair sits atop his head that flows down to a well kept friendly mutton chops. He usually wears his blue long-sleeved buttoned shirt, suspenders, olive green linen pants, and worn leather gloves and boots. He is almost never seen without his favorite hat and scarf. Has a nasty, but faded, scar on his shoulder when he was bit by a raptor when he was scaring it off his parent's farm during his youth.

Age: 30 years.

Gender: Male.

Mount: Euoplocephalus.

Occupation: Farmer.

Specialized Skills:

• Born With Both Thumbs Green - Give this man a plot of land, a handful of seeds, and water and he can make that barren land flourish with green life. If it grows on the ground, by God, he can grow it.
• Has A Way With The Beast - He has an uncanny way of interacting with Shelly. It's as if he could understand what the dinosaur is trying to convey, and it with what he has to say.

Items:
-Durable Traveller's Pack

• Bed Roll
• Mess Kit
• Tinder Box
• 60ft of Durable Rope
• Hooded Oil Lamp
• Water Skin
• Half a Month's Worth of Dried Rations
• Hand Axe
• Spare Clothes
• Personal Care Kit
• Personal Medicine

-Extra Large Saddle Bags

• Numerous Farming Tools
• Various Seeds (Grain, Fruit, Vegetables)
• Half a Month's Worth of Dried Hay
• Four Large Barrels of Drinking Water
• Fire Wood
• Dino Medicine
• Shotgun Shells

- Four Vials of Dino Deterrent (Personal Brew)
- 12ga. Slinged Greener Double Barreled Coachgun
- Dino Saddle

Personality:Morgan is a friendly, polite, well-mannered, and hard-working farmer that don't discriminate none but for their work ethic. A damn good son according to his parents but a little too adventurous for his own good.

History: Morgan is the youngest son of a family of farmers and ranchers. He, along with his brothers and sisters, help around the family farm. May it be as simple as feeding the animals and the dinos, to helping out with the monthly harvests. Life was simple and honest in his hometown. But something in Morgan yearned for more than that simple and honest life. He wanted...no. Needed. To experience what was life outside of Grandmesa. His opportunity came in the form of a letter that had slipped out one of the courier's bags when he had passed by the farm to deliver some packages to his family. He wanted to alert the courier of the dropped letter...but this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Morgan hid away the letter and kept his mouth shut until the courier was well out of the area. He isn't proud of what he did, but what's done is done.

He presented the letter to his family as if it was discreetly given to him while the rest of his family were busy with their letters and packages. At first they were against it, they were almost certain that their youngest son and brother would just die in this fool's errand. But after a night of arguing and bargaining, they came to a compromised agreement. Morgan would be able to chase after his dreams, but he would keep their lifestyle as a farmer. This was a win-win situation in his book. Not only would he be able to go on this adventure, but also keep his family proud of him. The following days were to prepare and make tear-filled goodbyes to friends and family.

With Shelly, a Euoplocephalus he had reared since her hatching five years ago, he was ready to face whatever the frontier had to throw at him...or at least he hoped so.

Other:
-Damn fine singer
-Damn fine cook
-Allergic to Bees
Theme:

Best Dino A Farmer Could Ask For

.

Name: Shelly

Species: Euoplocephalus

Appearance: Shelly is an ankylosaurid that has a dark chocolate scale coloration on her back that fades to a light shade of brown upon reaching the median between her back and underbelly. Her spikes are a near bone-white color with a slight tinge of yellow and brown. She stands roughly 2 meters on all fours and is about 6.5 meters long from the tip of her beak to the end of her clubbed tail. She is a big girl weighing at 2200 kilograms. She has a diamond-shaped pattern of scales on her head in between her eyes and near black in color.

Age: 5 years

Gender: Female

Role: Mount, Beast of Burden, and Companion to Morgan

Stats:

• Size: ▣▣▣▣ - Big
• Strength: ▣▣▣▣ - Very Powerful
• Speed: ▣▣▣▣ - Fairly Slow
• Intelligence: ▣▣▣▣ - Average

Special Abilities:

• Literal Living Tank - She may be as fast as molasses dripping down a tree in winter, but Shelly's natural armor is nigh impenetrable to all but the largest of carnivores and strongest of weapons. Her clubbed tail and charge ain't no laughing matter either...
• Smarter Than She Looks - She may not know how to do fancy tricks nor know how to fetch things like what raptors and dire wolves do, but she is sure smarter than the rest of the dinos back at the farm...well she at least responds to her name and a handful of simple commands. Considerably rare for her species.

Other: Not a picky eater but goes crazy for lettuce, corn, and peaches.

Goblins of the Wilds

Corona is making things hard on all of us but I'm still good to go.

The Morrison Trail - (A Western Oregon Trail-based RP with Dinosaurs)

Farmboy

Name: Morgan S. Whittaker

Appearance: Morgan is a broad-chested and well-built man standing approximately 1.84 meters tall and weight 80 kilograms. A somewhat controlled mop of ombre ginger hair sits atop his head that flows down to a well kept friendly mutton chops. He usually wears his blue long-sleeved buttoned shirt, suspenders, olive green linen pants, and worn leather gloves and boots. He is almost never seen without his favorite hat and scarf. Has a nasty, but faded, scar on his shoulder when he was bit by a raptor when he was scaring it off his parent's farm during his youth.

Age: 30 years.

Gender: Male.

Mount: Euoplocephalus.

Occupation: Farmer.

Specialized Skills:

• Born With Both Thumbs Green - Give this man a plot of land, a handful of seeds, and water and he can make that barren land flourish with green life. If it grows on the ground, by God, he can grow it.
• Has A Way With The Beast - He has an uncanny way of interacting with Shelly. It's as if he could understand what the dinosaur is trying to convey, and it with what he has to say.

Items:
-Durable Traveller's Pack

• Bed Roll
• Mess Kit
• Tinder Box
• 60ft of Durable Rope
• Hooded Oil Lamp
• Water Skin
• Half a Month's Worth of Dried Rations
• Hand Axe
• Spare Clothes
• Personal Care Kit
• Personal Medicine

-Extra Large Saddle Bags

• Numerous Farming Tools
• Various Seeds (Grain, Fruit, Vegetables)
• Half a Month's Worth of Dried Hay
• Four Large Barrels of Drinking Water
• Fire Wood
• Dino Medicine
• Shotgun Shells

- Four Vials of Dino Deterrent (Personal Brew)
- 12ga. Slinged Greener Double Barreled Coachgun
- Dino Saddle

Personality:Morgan is a friendly, polite, well-mannered, and hard-working farmer that don't discriminate none but for their work ethic. A damn good son according to his parents but a little too adventurous for his own good.

History: Morgan is the youngest son of a family of farmers and ranchers. He, along with his brothers and sisters, help around the family farm. May it be as simple as feeding the animals and the dinos, to helping out with the monthly harvests. Life was simple and honest in his hometown. But something in Morgan yearned for more than that simple and honest life. He wanted...no. Needed. To experience what was life outside of Grandmesa. His opportunity came in the form of a letter that had slipped out one of the courier's bags when he had passed by the farm to deliver some packages to his family. He wanted to alert the courier of the dropped letter...but this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Morgan hid away the letter and kept his mouth shut until the courier was well out of the area. He isn't proud of what he did, but what's done is done.

He presented the letter to his family as if it was discreetly given to him while the rest of his family were busy with their letters and packages. At first they were against it, they were almost certain that their youngest son and brother would just die in this fool's errand. But after a night of arguing and bargaining, they came to a compromised agreement. Morgan would be able to chase after his dreams, but he would keep their lifestyle as a farmer. This was a win-win situation in his book. Not only would he be able to go on this adventure, but also keep his family proud of him. The following days were to prepare and make tear-filled goodbyes to friends and family.

With Shelly, a Euoplocephalus he had reared since her hatching five years ago, he was ready to face whatever the frontier had to throw at him...or at least he hoped so.

Other:
-Damn fine singer
-Damn fine cook
-Allergic to Bees
Theme:

Best Dino A Farmer Could Ask For

.

Name: Shelly

Species: Euoplocephalus

Appearance: Shelly is an ankylosaurid that has a dark chocolate scale coloration on her back that fades to a light shade of brown upon reaching the median between her back and underbelly. Her spikes are a near bone-white color with a slight tinge of yellow and brown. She stands roughly 2 meters on all fours and is about 6.5 meters long from the tip of her beak to the end of her clubbed tail. She is a big girl weighing at 2200 kilograms. She has a diamond-shaped pattern of scales on her head in between her eyes and near black in color.

Age: 5 years

Gender: Female

Role: Mount, Beast of Burden, and Companion to Morgan

Stats:

• Size: ▣▣▣▣ - Big
• Strength: ▣▣▣▣ - Very Powerful
• Speed: ▣▣▣▣ - Fairly Slow
• Intelligence: ▣▣▣▣ - Average

Special Abilities:

• Literal Living Tank - She may be as fast as molasses dripping down a tree in winter, but Shelly's natural armor is nigh impenetrable to all but the largest of carnivores and strongest of weapons. Her clubbed tail and charge ain't no laughing matter either...
• Smarter Than She Looks - She may not know how to do fancy tricks nor know how to fetch things like what raptors and dire wolves do, but she is sure smarter than the rest of the dinos back at the farm...well she at least responds to her name and a handful of simple commands. Considerably rare for her species.

Other: Not a picky eater but goes crazy for lettuce, corn, and peaches.