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6475: Lego

The Gauntlet was by far the most famous coming of age ritual known to all Atlanteans. Usually reserved for the bravest of Iguanodon adolescents, it was technically open to all species when it came time to choose what way they wanted to earn their place in the court. Generally, Ovis and Euoplos found other ways to make themselves useless and earned their warpaint that way, leaving the grandstanding and pageantry to the biggest species among them. For Lego and Arg...

Kratti hummed to himself as he trekked through the rugged jungle paths towards the main court clearing. There were a few patches of cleared foliage in the jungle of Atlantis that allowed safe habitation, but this one was the largest and where the vast majority of the citizens lived. His mission today was one he had completed several times before, take a group of juveniles out for a survival crash course in the jungle. For the first time, he wasn't in charge of a...

Days were a loose concept down in Atlantis, so Wollemia had no idea how old she was when the guards brought her to the nursery. One of the guards may have been her parent, but having been raised by a revolving door of iguanodons since she hatched she wasn't sure about that either. The ones currently escorting her were both unfeathered and stoic, not giving her any clue of a relationship. She managed to keep pace with their enormous strides by hurrying at a brisk...

The beach was crowded today, it made Wollemia nervous. She was already having difficulty adjusting to the surface world and crowds never made it any easier. Still, Argos and Lego were insistent that she come along with them and she had a hard time saying no to either of them. "So we can head to the water if you want," Argos was saying to Lego, "but there's something close to the trees I wanna check out first."...

The banquet still hummed with activity as Blackmist watched over the proceedings with a sharp eye. So many outsiders were here, eating Atlantean food in such a jovial manner, he felt he couldn't let his guard slip for even a moment. Movement in the treeline immediately caught his eye and he braced for a pack of outsiders to come charging through, but he was surprised to see a familiar pink, feathery head poke through. ...

Their bellies full from the banquet, the raptor trio began to make their excuses. "We can't leave the surface for long." "We have territory to defend!" "We don't want to be any more of a bother."  Eventually their excuses wheedled their way into getting an escort back through the wate...

When Lego pushed her way through a thicket of plants and held it back for the raptor trio, they ducked under her tail in a hurry, not wanting to keep her long. In the rush, Thistle ran straight into what felt like a tree trunk, a warm, fluffy tree trunk. Her head shot up and kept going up until it was craned back to finally see the face of whoever or whatever she had walked into. A black and white dinosaur stood before her, four legs, towering like a Shuno would...

The environment of the Atlantean dome was hostile to fliers, the plants grew too close, the air was heavy and lacked a current. Every flap of the wings was strenuous and it felt like the air was fighting against your wings, not catching and lifting you the way it did above ground. It had gotten to the point where Graupel and Vanta were hopping from tree to tree to avoid having to strain themselves in this hostile environment. ...

The jungle of Atlantis was never silent, some kind of bug was always chirping and singing along to the rustling of the leaves in the artificial breeze. Now though, another noise had entered the soundscape of Atlantis, a faint whisper that you had to strain your ears to hear. It was the sound of rushing water, indicating the fabled waterfall was drawing nearer. The trio of young raptors were following the Euoplo they had managed to befriend with a dramatic displa...