Stalker
You're a raptor of roughly human size - coming in at about six feet in height and twice that in length, weighing about a hundred and thirty pounds. You are covered in a pelt of brown feathers, with darker brown, dagger-shaped markings along your flanks. The longer pinions on your arms and the back of your neck are a ruddy, earthen red. However, your neck and muzzle remain naked. Much like a modern vulture, you would be loathe to have gore crusting any feathers covering your mizzle - these could lead to infections. You hunt with your mate, and with his/her help, are able to take down prey twice your size - but if a larger predator is attracted to your kill or scavenge, best watch out. You inhabit a conifer forest of varying density - there are sunny clearings, and dark gullies full of fungi where the sun never shines.

Utahraptor.

Harrier
One of the smaller varieties of raptor, you have an average human's height in length, and your shoulder would only come up to the knee or thigh of such a creature. You are a plains-dwelling, pack-hunting predator with leathery hide the colour of dead grass, and long feather crests adorning your forearms, crown, and neck of a slightly darker brown, with white-and-black stripes nearing their tips. These have a rather expansive range of movement, as they serve to communicate with your pack. This pack consists of your sire and his harem of three adult females, as well as your three siblings - the only surviving chicks of the last generation. When the next clutches of eggs come around, your parents will drive you off. Working as a group, you and your family will be able to take down prey many times your size - just remember one thing. As one of the younger members of a pack headed by healthy, vital adults with many breeding years ahead of them, you are expendable, and even a moderately-sized predator could make short work of you and your siblings if given the chance.

Oh, you should also choose a gender.

Shall we begin?

P.S. This is my first quest - please, be gentle.

>>9022912
That would be a Reaver. Gonna wait for a bit of a consensus, though.

T-Rex

Philosopher
You're a raptor comparable in size to a tyrannosaurus rex, dwarfing tiny women, cars and log-cabin houses. You're without pelt or adornment, possessing only a thick, scaly orange skin with brown stripes. You have urbane tastes and tend to have a cooler head, often serving as a voice of moderation to your more excitable friends. You once had an ill-advised homosexual dalliance with the T-Rex.

Harrier.

Lead a Raptor Regiment and conquer great things.

>>9022943
I see what you did there.

>>9022943
Don't care that this probably isn't a choice.

I still want this one to win.

One for Harrier, one for Reaver. Like, three more minutes.

>>9022986
I can do a Philosoraptorquest.

Later. D:

>>9023001
Okay, your plea has been answered.

Harrier and Male. There you go.

Please Sir : Harrier.

>>9023017
It should be female. We could name her Harriet.

stalker

female

name: Clever

Male Harrier it is!

A noise awakes you. Flicking nictitating membranes over your eyes to clear the dust, you peer out from the heart of your nest. The long, scarred muzzle of Biggest protrudes into the circle of light that is the entrance to the long, low subterranean warren. The largest and oldest of your father's harem (you are unsure of who your mother is, and it is a matter that makes no difference to you) continues her loud chirping - a noise that is strangely like squealing metal to have come from a small, warm-blooded creature. Around you, your siblings also wake, and you begin to disentangle yourselves from the warm tangle of limbs you have made in the night. You shake away some tuftfs of shed baby-down that made your bed, and stand up.

How do you proceed?

I'mma bump this once. If /tg/'s not feeling it, that's okay - just want to see if there's any interest.

>>9023152

I proceed *smugly*.

>>9023152
snap at your siblings to show dominance, and rush outside.
Preferably bumping into Biggests legs on the way out in a rather rude fashion

once outside, flash our tailfeathers at the nest and go find daddy to hang out with and be the most favorite of the brood

>>9023381
You strut out of the den - smugly bobbing you head and flaring your crests. Your three siblings who have no names but that you label mentally as Fast, Angry and Strange follow suit.

Upon exiting the den, you find the harem waiting for you. The den is simply a dug-out burrow underneath a rather small hillock in the thick of a wide, grassy plain. Biggest cocks her head at you and then reaches out with her long-fingered hands, quickly combing them through your crests - a bit of maternal cleaning. The other two adult females, who you have long ago dubbed Hungry and Loud, rise from their prostrated positions and quickly clamour over your siblings, doing the same quick preening regimen. A metallic shriek from behind the hillock pierces the morning air, and Biggest and Loud run off after it. You recognize the shriek as Father's, and for the first time, you recognize the stink of blood. What do?

have u been playing dino run or something?
http://games.adultswim.com/dino-run-twitchy-online-game.html

>>9023580
Dart towards location of shriek in a curious manner

>>9023497
Biggest, despite Father's shriek and the blood-scent, seems very calm. Angry, seemingly oblivious to them, hisses in a (relatively) playful fashion at you, raising his crests. You do the same, tired of his usual antics, and then up the ante by lunging and nipping at his neck. His crests flatten and he shrinks low. That's his way - always testing the boundaries, and then becoming a picture of submission after going too far.

>>9023580
ensure we are the first of the youngsters to get to the kill
share with Fast

>>9023606
>>9023641
You race around to the back of the hillock, and thus chastised, your siblings follow. Biggest pads slowly after you.

What meets your eyes is Father, bigger even than Biggest, with his two consorts, surrounding a maimed animal. It has roughly the same body-shape as you, but with a smaller head, more powerful legs, and a wobbling, herbivore's gut. It is bleeding from several wounds on its flanks - obviously from Father's claws - and its left leg is a mangled, fleshy mess. Also, its muscular forearms are tipped with three long, bladelike claws. Your three parents are surrounding the wounded creature, a juvenile in fact, and catch you and your siblings' eyes in a meaningful manner upon your entrance. They have circled the thing, blocking any avenue of unlikely escape, but upon your arrival they begin to back off, still maintaining eye contact with you, all the while rhythmically flaring their crests.

Time for a hunting lesson.

>>9023762
Approach the prey carefully, eyeing it to spot a weak point.

>>9023762
go for the throat as close to the head as possible. Bite, squeeze, and hold on.

If we can, get our siblings to tear at it's anus (this is usually the softest part of an animals hide).
Stay clear of the claws above all else, but don't hesitate in going for the kill.
It's better to get scratched up now when we have a family to take care of us.

coolest ? really ?

>>9023827
Seconding this

>>9023827
Likewise

>>9023827
I say we claw its eyes out and then rip it's front leg off. We then beat it to death with its own leg.

>>9023789
You begin to approach the wounded beast - it makes a few lame swings at you with its talons, but you easily dance out of the way. You keep eyeing its throat, its long, vulnerable throat, waiting for an opening. Fast, seemingly unable to wait any longer, dashes in, her fangs seeking the throat just as yours wish to.

The wounded prey swats at her with its claws, and she is sent flying several feet, trailing blood and feathers. Your jaw drops and nictitating membranes flicker in a gesture of surprise and fear, and you shrink back slightly. You, Strange, and Angry now circle the beast, slowly. Slowly.

>>9023827
You catch Strange's eye. You then stare at the throat, and raise your head-crest. She clucks, an affirming sound in your rudimentary hunting-tongue. Angry seems perplexed, too focussed on the prey, unresponsive to your qeues.

With a shriek, you and your sister lunge at the beast from two different directions - she aiming for the flanks, you going for the throat. The prey's focus is split and it cannot land a hit on either of you, and hot blood fills your mouth as its leathery hide tears between your teeth. It makes a long, loud lowing sound, and tries to make good with its claws now that you're in grappling range.

Quick! Roll a d20!

rolled 15 = 15

>>9023988
I'd like to use my legs too,now that I got a grip on its throat.

>>9023977
Before the melee can truly begin, you rake one of your forearms across its muzzle. One of its eye-sockets gives, and a jelly-like substance spills into your hand, though your sight is firmly fixed on the creature's neck as you tear into it.

(This will have some weight on whether or not it will be able to hit you!)

I'm just getting caught up here, but questdude, this looks AWESOME but I'd suggest that you don't need to work in everyones' requests, generally just the most popular and/or the ones that make the most sense get done in quest threads.

>>9024020
Excellent, the prey is weakening, its lifeblood draining away. It makes some feeble swipes at you and your sister, but both fail to do any damage. You engage your strong hind legs, digging your sickle-claws into the prey's soft underbelly. An putrid stench, as of rotting vegetation and acid rises above the sweet tang of blood and its entrails begin to spill.

Without warning, Angry slams into the beast, almost dislodging you. His muzzle shoves against yours as he frantically begins to chomp down on the prey's neck - simply lacerating it rather than properly trying to collapse its windpipe, as you were. The two of you vie for province over this ideal point as Strange contnues her bloody work, littering the ground with more of the creature's entrails, spilling black, steaming dung from its bowels across the ground.

The prey is dead. But Angry doesn't notice! He's overcome with a hunting fury, still rabidly gnawing at the dead beast's neck, still scrabbling with his forearms. Shit! He almost spilled -your- guts with his sickle-claw!

What do?

>>9024088
easy, it's his first time. He'll find what works for him in time.

>>9024088
>the ones that make the most sense
That's a dangerous road. Often leads to railroading.

Anyway, OP seems well-intentioned, so we oughtn't to worry.

>>9024116
>>9024115
Both true. It just seemed like he might be trying to work in some conflicting actions here with the combat.

rolled 19 = 19

>>9024112
Back off and hiss.
Then start eating at the rear end.

>>9024112
SPINNING TAIL SLAP

seriously, slap him with the flap of our tail across his nose to get his attention. Follow IMMEDIATELY by puffing up to our fullest potential and rippling our feathers in an aggressive and dominant way.

We don't want to hurt him, but we have to establish ourselves.

>>9024177
>with the flat of our tail

damnit, can't type when the cocaine makes my fingers are squirrely

Goddamn, Angry is a complete and utter idiot. He's gonna get us killed if we don't get rid of him soon.

>>9024177
Deleted my post to support this one instead - this seems like our chance to establish ourselves.

>>9024088
(Valid advice! I just want to remain as inclusive as I can.)
>>9024115
(Also valid! Gotta find my stride. But no worries, I think 088 has a point.)
>>9024116
(I'll try not to railroad, promise.)

>>9024163
You take two steps back from your first kill, which you notice Strange has already abandoned - she's gone already to sit by Loud.

Angry is still attacking that which has no need to be attacked. You rock back onto your haunches, raise your crest, rattle your arm-pinions and let out a long, sticky, and rather menacing hiss. Angry slowly stops, removes his blood-slicked muzzle from the ruin that was the prey, and faces you. You continue the hiss. Something passes over him, some presence leaves, and for now the brother you played tug-of-war using a piece of half-rotten hide with is back. He chirps at you, and your crests settle.

The parents' sides lack the concavity of a hungry raptor - they have obviously already eaten. This prey is yours - all yours. As Strange begins one of her many daily regimens of feather-cleaning, you dig in.

For those of you not familiar with the hunting behavior of dinosaurs: small raptors like velociraptor may have been able to bring down small prey like what you just did, but against larger prey, raptors would most likely jump onto their sides, sink in as many claws as they could, and let gravity drag them down the flank of the animal, making as many long cuts as possible. This would be repeated for as long as necessary to bleed out the target.

So basically, tear out their throat if it's your size, if it's bigger, coordinate group pounces onto its flank (it can't hit you with its tail, head, or forearms from there) and let it bleed out. Be patient, if you kill a four ton animal your family won't have to eat for a week or more.

Oh, and don't pass up carrion.

Let Angry do what he wants, hopefully he'll choke on the damn entrails. Just eat.

rolled 8 = 8

>>9024211
No, that's good. We'll need him to distract a bigger predator, someday.

>>9024332

Or he tries to attack something large and nasty all by himself, and instead of properly dying like evolution intended leads it and all its large and nasty friends back to our camp. HURF DURF I BROUGHT FOOD GUISE JUST NEED TO KILL IT.

>>9024288
trust this guy, he's a doctor

>>9024288
You can tell all that just from skeletons?

>>9024378
Evolution is about challenges. Maybe thanks to that stupid one we'll learn to make traps and ambushes.

>>9024412
I'm not a doctor, but I guess so. No bite marks on the cervicals, claws marks on the ribs.

>>9024378
that's what parents are for

Personally, I'm more concerned with gaining the attention and approval of the MIGHTY BROOD-LORD, FATHER.

Establishing dominance amongst our siblings is just the first step.

Also, stupidity has it's uses . . . . .

Oh, how delicious flesh that hasn't been regurgitated by one of your parents tastes...

That was good. That was REAL good. You lie on your side, in a torpor. Angry is by your side, as is Strange, who took the time after she deemed herself clean enough to eat her fill. This is the life, lying in the sun with your siblings.

Fast lies in the sun, too, but her sides do not rise and fall in languid, contented breath. For Fast, the race is over.

Time passes. You raise your head. Father is gone, and so are Loud, Biggest, and Hungry. Where could they have gone?

>>9024477
Drag fast back to nest/other safe place. The scent will attract weak predators to possibly eat, and having a sibling be eaten by barbaric predators isn't desirable.

rolled 16 = 16

>>9024459
Not sure daddy cares.

>>9024477
Smell the air.

>>9024477
aw damnit, not fast. Speed is an essential skill in pack hunting.

Anyway, gather our siblings and head back to the nest to see if the adults are their. If not, scent them and track them down.

>>9024288
Also, a proper raptor runs away as soon as a big predator is in the neighbourhood.

Even superior numbers don't help against armoured hide, tough thick skin, a very strong constitution, a giant mouth and some heavy claws and tail.

>>9024533
You sit back on your haunches, puffing your crests up and down, unsure of what to make of Fast. This is weird. Fast is fast. Fast is not still.

Strange seems to have a better understanding. She pads over to her sister, dips her muzzle down to the small, ruined body, plucks a feather from her crest. Fast was fast, Strange is still... strange. Your sister shakes her head violently, setting the feather on a breeze. She turns her head over her shoulder to you and Angry, and makes a coarse cawwing noise - much like one of your mothers would when you acted up as a chick. She takes Fast's arm in her mouth, and begins to drag her in the direction of home. Getting the idea, you and your brother push the little body with her.

>>9024412
Some skin gets fossilized too. And it seems by far the most logical thing to do. A raptor that size couldn't have the jaw strength to cut efficiently through 1-2 inches of leathery skin and a few more inches of muscle to pull out an edmontosaurus' throat. Sinking a three inch claw through the skin on its side and letting gravity do the work would be a much more efficient use of energy. Attacking the sides also protects you from getting hit by its tail, which would have been getting hit by a small car. Mind you, dinosaurs had hollow bones like a bird, so a velociraptor would have every bone in its body shattered (and most of its body pulped) by such an impact. A hadrosaur would also have relatively dexterous forearms, which wouldn't obliterate a velociraptor, but could still deal considerable harm. Headbutting would also be bad for our young raptor.

>>9024560
That's what raptors did. Maybe we could set a trap and a precedent.

>>9024625
Not against predators of that size. Those are smart. The strategy works on large herbivores because they're stupid and prone to panic.

>>9024608

I KNEW this meme would come in handy someday.

>>9024544
As you move the corpse of your sister across the savannah, many scents fill your nostrils.

A dragon has been in the area. The massive predator's urine-marks are sour and almost scream "STAY AWAY". They waft in from the north, near the treeline.

Walkers, the flat-billed, quadrupedal herbivores that make up the majority of the saurian population are everywhere. Their scent is heavy in the air, and you can see herds of them on all sides, in varying distances. They do nothing about your den because they travel so often - the threat of you and your family will be far in the past for them, even tomorrow.

One more whiff catches you, something you haven't smelt before, and yet one that strikes you as strangely familiar. Again, from the treeline. However, it is very faint, and it is quickly subsumed by the reek of the dragon and the everpresent musk of walkers.

>>9024614
A bit off topic, but why the hell did dinosaurs have hollow bones prior to flight development?

>>9024690
Don't investigate, scary shit possible.

>>9024665
Thank you! Took the words right out of my post.

Remember, you're not some god-like killer like in Jurassic Park.

You might be carnivorous, but to a big carnivore you're just one thing.

TINY. LITTLE. SNACK.

So run, or be eaten.

>>9024742

Investigate! If it's scary, we'll run away. We can do running.

>>9024758
Jurassic Park was pretty accurate, actually.

I mean, really the only predators on the entire island are humans, raptors, and the T-Rex. And we all know what happened when the raptors finally met the T-Rex.
Humans on the other hand are soft, and have no claws or fangs at all. Meat for the table.

>>9024665
We'll have to outsmart them. We only have 40 million years to progress enough to survive into the new era and become the dominant species, ruling over hordes of genetically engineered sapient mammals.

>>9024792
>We have to outrun/outfly them!

>>9024690
Practice rounding up the herd with your family, get used to the way they react in different situations.

>>9024758
More to the point, we're not some god-like killer like in Jurassic park, but those were based off of the sort of predator we might have to deal with. (Despite being misnamed)

>>9024782
We'll have to get Fast to the den first.

>>9024742
Perturbed by the smell of a dragon, you hurry.

Upon reaching your den, you find Father perched above the entrance to its depths, and can smell your mothers inside. Occaisionally, a splash of sandy soil will vomit out of the den-mouth. Someone's doing a bit of digging, or remodelling.

Father jumps down. He's a handsome fellow, mature but still in his prime. The reddish tint to his feathers is very intense, much like yours and Angry's will become. He seems to understand immediately what is wrong with Fast, as he preens each of your head-crests rather affectionately, but ignores the limp body.

In fact, and you cannot help but hop back in surprise, he tears the head off of your dead sister. Strange shrieks, and her posture indicates both fear and anger. Though she stoops submissively, her feathers rattle together in rage. Tossing Fast's head aside, Father drags the corpse ino the darkness of the den.

>>9024852
Make your move now and kill his ass, get strange in on it and it's two to one. Then you have the power of the pack!

>>9024852
No dad, no!

By the way, I'm sorry if this is a taaaad railroady right now, I'm trying to get you guys into a situation where it can be much more freeform. Trust me, you will have the entire savannah as your playground in like, a few minutes.

That means
>>9024817
>>9024782
Will have their fun.

>>9024715
Same reason as birds actually. The average density of bird or dinosaur bones is about the same as a reptile or mammal's. However, if you compare individual bones, it's a different story. A dino/bird's vertebrae are very light compared to other land animals, while their ribcage and legs are very dense. Hollow bones aren't for overall weight reduction, they're for weight *optimization.*

>>9024903
So it's for... balance?

>>9024870
This gesture sets your blood boiling just as it does Strange's. Even Angry, who is generally rather self-concerned is, well, angry. You do not harm Family. Family is Family.

Investigate, or attack?

I would also like to thank Dr.Palaeontologist. I feel his contributions will only continue to help. :)

>>9024903
Meestah Doctor, or anyone else.
Do we know whether raptor pack dynamics were closer to wolves, or more like lions? I'm assuming from the earlier post that the dad took part in the takedown, which isn't a pride thing to do. I just don't have any real world analogue for pack dynamics.

>>9024929
Maybe she was sick? Or crazy?

>>9024929
And remember - at this point, your bond with your sibs is moreso than with your 'rents. So, that's why I can say "Family is Family" and then suggest attacking Father.

>>9024927
It's so a dinosaur can strap so much muscle mass to its legs that it would snap a similar-sized mammal femur, while still staying light enough to move.

>>9024965
I'm still for going to the throat.

>>9022943

No, this one.

>>9024929
Attack, but try to ensure the others will help. If he's inside the den, tear off the muscles of his legs. If I can jump, go for the nape of the neck and shake it.

>>9024973
Ahhh. Fuck yeah.

>>9024929
I say we flash our feathers angrily at him. We might be more likely to get help if he makes the first actual attack.

>>9024950
I don;t know how accurate this is, but my idea was a male who held a harem, that was bolstered in strength by the current generation of chicks, who were kicked out once the next generation of eggs was laid, since the raptors were ovivaporous but carried the eggs inside their bodies for maximum protection until they were almost ready to hatch.

>>9024929

Investigate. Father is HUGE and SCARY.

>>9024965
I dont think attacking father is a good idea (for now at least).

Lets us and our siblings stay close together, just incase.

>>9025006
Not with something with big claws. We'll have to kill in the surprise round, or make sure he can't retaliate.

>>9025027
Indimidation on pack leaders usually don't work well.

cowards never got anything done, this is our chance to get his harem.

>>9025045
I second this course of action.

>>9025027
>>9025021
As Father's form descends into the gloom, you make a stand. You make a mock-charge up to the front of the den entrance, spread your forearms wide to display their feathers, raise your crest, and hiss loudly. Strange needs no further reason, she bolts forward as well, stops directly beside you, and does the same. Angry pushes his head between the two of you, and shrieks.

Father continues to drag the body down into the den, not rising to the challenge. Odd...

>>9025092
We don't need to intimidate him, we just need our siblings to be motivated to aid us, since we probably can't beat him alone.

DO NOT ATTACK FATHER

that will bring his mates out of the Den.
Remember, to them, we are EXPENDABLE. It would be easier to kill us all and start over with a fresh clutch of eggs.

Calm down, swallow your pride for now, and plot your revenge.

Also, killing father and taking his place is stupid, our only mates would be family and incest is most certainly NOT wincest in this scenario

Try to incite Angry to attack first if possible, then attack along with him.

>>9025121

He's got a reason. So let's not do anything dumb and angry for now. Watch.

>>9025045
>>9025092
>>9025118
It obviously wasn't a good idea! Father was unperturbed, and continued on with his business. This, in turn, perplexes you. You settle down, and begin to pad down the tunnel.

>>9025138
The mates will not be a threat after their male is disabled, and they gan't get out with his corpse in the way.
Incest is always wincest.

>>9025138
Eh, I guess this makes sense, so investigate to learn something valuable.

>>9025164
Investigate with our siblings.

>>9025121
Get one sibling to go for the left leg, another for the tail so he can't turn or escape forward, we go for the left leg. He has no way to kick back, does he ? If he does, go for the sinews.

>>9025187
There may be a slim chance of that being true, but you can bet your evolution that the mates will hatemurder the fuck out of anything attempting to kill their only breeding male.

4 adults vs 4 juveniles.
It won't end well.

>>9025163
There's a smell in here. Not blood, different. It's a Female smell, that is certain.

In the main chamber, you see your three mothers clutched low to the ground. Under their bellies, you see small piles of white stones. Their attitudes seem different. Loud does not give her customary two chirps and a cluck as a greeting, Biggest does not come to preen you, Hungry even hisses softly.

Father, pushing Fast's corpse to the very back of the den, then turns on you, and the most terrifying of the day's events begins.

Father's crests raise, their opinions rattling together. He begins to hiss, and his hiss is different. It is low, throaty, almost a growl. It is an ugly, dangerous sound.

You have been replaced.

>>9024950
>>9025034
Hard to say really, but fossil evidence and comparison to their closest relatives suggests female dominance, if not leadership, just due to size. Females were bigger, though harem organization isn't out of the question. We'll pretend Father is abnormally large.

>>9025252
*pinions, not opinions.

>>9025252
Well, told you we'd better attack. Now we have to get out and away.

>>9025252
run.

Run like hell and make sure our siblings follow.
Head for the treeline to the north and try to pick up that strange scent we noticed earlier.

It may be unrelated females for us to begin our own harem. Or food. Either way, we win.

Oh, and don't worry about the dragon. We have a savannah full of juicy herbivore prey to distract it with if we need too.

>>9025252
OH SHIT

Us and our siblings need to GTFO ASAP.

What age are we? As in, like.. breeding age anytime soon? what about angry and strange?

>>9025294
>>9025298
I'd like to keep a dignified attitude while I flee for my life, please.

>>9025252
Give a token response then turn tail. It's important to always be more showy than anger.

>>9025294
>>9025298
THIS

>>9025294
Oh, and what.. is the dragon? Is it like.. a dragon?

>>9025363
OP didn't clarify, but I'm going to guess it's basically a minor BBEG

Or a major one.

either way, it's something to be avoided until we have some more muscle

>>9025252
Awesome.

>>9025287
>>9025294
>>9025298
You freeze for a second. This is shocking. You are confused. Father makes a charge, and this time, you're sure it isn't a mock one. Hot blood wells up on your muzzle, and as Father recoils, you see it spattered on his arm-feathers. Angry begins to hiss and step forward, but as you turn you nip him hard on the neck - this is no time for his shit. You bolt, as fast as you can, Angry at your heels and Strange not far behind, wailing and shrieking, most uncustomary for her, a creature usually deeply focussed and reserved.

You run and run, until your home-under-the-hillock is far behind you.

You are now closer to the treeline, but still a moderate run from it. The sun is slightly below its zenith. The dragon's stench is a bright olfactory banner, the strange-familiar scent a perplexing splash of "colour" in your mind.

The familiar scent of walkers, giants, and fliers is all about you. Angry sits on his haunches, panting, and Strange preens her feathers morosely, mewling.

What.

Do.

>>9025386
I'm not sure we can develop enough muscle to take on that one.

>>9025363
Dragon is probably a t-rex or a relative, the Walkers are probably hadrosaurs (duck bills).

>>9025363
There are no fantastic creatures in Raptorquest. It's just the label applied to a certain creature. Guess what kind.

>>9025459
Seek something have sex with.

>>9025459
Do some socialities with the bros. Then smell.

>>9025496
just wanted clarification, figured. Would have been awesome if I suddenly ran into a fire-breathing dragon, though.

Just... just stay away from big theropods please.

It´ll only end in death.

>>9025459
>the strange-familiar scent

focus on this, try to track it to it's source.
If it's leading us towards the dragon, abandon and look for somewhere on the edge of the forest to bed down in cover and concealment.

We're going to have to keep moving. Our old family inhabits these hunting grounds and will kill us or drive us off to protect their food supply, especially with the new eggs on their minds.

I try to climb on a tree, and jump on the next one. We're supposed to become birds soon.

As before, learn how to herd the walkers.

>>9025548
Angry will only fuck this up for everyone, and possibly get somebody hurt.

He isn't doing this to be a jerk, he's a retarded brother that we've been saddled with. A walking handicap.

He'll have a use in time, but he shouldn't be a part of anything organized. He can't comprehend.

I recommend attempting to find a home near the edge of the forest. That will allow us to prey on the smaller animals of the forest and the larger ones of the plains. Our ideal attacking scenario is a large herbivore in the woods, limiting its mobility, this is fairly uncommon though.

>>9025504
You pad over to Strange, and nuzzle the sister that you have always been most like. She stops her preening regimen and mewling, and headbutts you gently away, clucking playfully. She seems to be fine, but her movements still speak of unease.

Angry seems to be doing well. His attitude seems more relaxed than it ever has been - he would normally be unable to sit still, pouncing on flying insects, shrieking at fliers, trying to start fights. But no, he sits up straight, much like Hungry was wont to do, his nostrils flaring, his eyes darting across the savannah, keeping watch.

>>9025622
this

>>9025622
Make the kill fast and clean. Abandon the body when you're done.

You don't want a big tyrannosaur or some other carnivore following the smell.
Because he's gonna yell a lot, and if you don't move over fast enough, he'll settle with living meat.

>>9025622
I third this option

>>9025669
I don't think a big carnivor will want to find us if we don't fight over the carcass.

I say we cut down the nearest tree and make a barrel in which to hide.

So, we reach a crossroads.

Some wish to herd the walkers.

Some wish to visit the treeline.

Walkers are many times your size - quadrupedal beasts whose belly would brush you head if they chose to walk over you. However, they make a common prey item for larger packs. Had your Father not been such a strapping buck and started a new generation so soon, you would have been doubtless slain one or two with him and your mother.

But such is not the case.

You take note of a small herd of giants - massive beasts whose necks alone were as long as a dragon. They are far off, however, and their smell is dull, almost inorganic.

>>9025680
>>9025661
>>9025622
We have time to do this later. We should investigate the strange smell before it goes away.

>>9025715

Treeline! We need to try to pick up that familiar smell and look into it.

>>9025730
BY THE GODS THIS

we have a small window of time before this scent goes away, and we've just fed so food isn't a priority yet.
We may be able to find potential mates/pack members for ourselves.
doo eeeeet naaooo

>>9025715
Lets head for the treeline and see if we cant find a place to stay.

Those walkers seem like too big a prey item for us at the moment.

>>9025661
>>9025680
>>9025539
The trees it is.

You look towards the treeline - a wall of conifers patrolled by a fleet of fliers who make their nest their. Too small to be a threat, of course - these ones are carrion-eaters, anyway. This new place, so different from the flat lands you know, calls out to you with scent and sight.

Strange catches your gaze, and clucks in affirmation. The two of you simulteneously make for the trees, with Angry on your heels as soon as he wakes from his sentry-trance.

>>9025715
And I second my own proposition of checking if we really are an arboreal species.

>>9025806
Angry, as you near the treeline, stops as he encounters his first tree ever.

He stares at it. It stares at him (more or less).

He hisses at it. It seems unafraid.

Angry jumps at it, sickles out, as if to kill it.

After the inevitable thump, Angry picks himself up, and resolves the tree is inorganic. Ever the enthusiastic one, Angry commits to scale this brave new arboreal world.

He fails, unfortunately, and then catches up with you and Strange.

Investigate the smell. If it's familiar, it's probably a good thing.

>>9025839
I'm not satisfied, he didn't do it right. We have particularily long forearms to help, it should be doable. I think I'll try again later. Plus, there's nests up there, so easy food. And falling on our prey might be easier than racing it.

>>9025879
But this for now.

As you enter the twilight of the conifer forest, its understory littered with soft, dead needles and ferns, you make note of three things.

The dragon's scent-mark is omnipresent. But you cannot smell the dragon itself. You dimly remember two separate times in your infancy when the beast's actual scent filled your Parents' lands, and during those times, even Father would not leave the den. Perhaps it holds a massive territory, of which this is only a small fief?

The second thing is the strange smell. Like Father, like Loud and Hungry and Biggest, but not. More pungent, speaking of a larger creature. And yet, there is a thread of purity. There IS the smell of your kind there, as well. Perhaps two scents, mingling.

You snatch an insect out of the air - a monstrous, buzzing thing with a body like a long twig and wings as long as your feathers. It tastes very good, but there's little to it.

With a cluck, you siblings come to you, and you dash off into the forest after the scent.

Someone roll a d20, and someone else roll a d40.

speaking of rollan, how to combine the roll and noko?
they both go in email field, but everything I try either rolls or does noko, but I can't get both to work.

I am tard, I know.

>>9025969
Don't worry, I think Strange will have a better chance at it.

She's a smart one, that Strange. Very smart.

rolled 10 = 10

>>9026034

Here we go!

rolled 19 = 19

>>9026034

Rolling D20.

rolled 7 = 7

Also, we should find ancient dino cocaine

>>9026078
>>9026086
I'll take these two. You guys are lucky, this could have been bad...

>>9026078
>>9026086

So....we're gonna be really, really successfull at GETTING EATEN BY HUGE THING?

>>9026078
The thread of purity in the strange-familiar scent becomes less tenuous, subsuming the strangeness with familiarity. Your kind. Your kind. Your kind. This surges again and again in your mind, a tattoo of comfort in this day of strangeness.

Soon enough, familiar cluckings, metallic squeals, and mock-hisses are added to the sussurus of forest life. Angry dashes off ahead, while Strange, ever cautious, stays at your side. Your urge to catch up to and castise Angry melts as you make it to the edge of a gully, and this scene meets your eyes.

A gully, its belly cut by a stone-bottomed stream, is filled to bursting with young Harriers. Your kind Your kind. Your kind. Angry is there, already sparring with a sleek female. The remains of a family of hoppers, a small animal much like a walker but with an arboreal bent (I'm thinking Hypsilophodonts, Dr.Palaeo) have been well-picked over, so much so that you couldn't even smell the flesh, for there is none left.

Here are the new generation of Harriers, sent out from their homes, to form packs of their own. Brought together for security and the need to ever further the species, they have chosen this secluded, safe place to gather.

>>9026255
Time to become raptor jesus. Now who the hell do we gotta kill to become leader of the pack?

I turn around and tell littlefoot that we've found the Great Valley, and he should alert the longnecks

>>9026255
Okay guys, I'm thinking of cutting it off here, as it seems a bit of a natural break (what with it being the beginning of a new phase of RAPTORQUEST and all). But if we're all reeeaaally excited and eager and shit, I'd be down to continue for a bit longer. Just know that since I've started, this has all be completely off the top of my head. If I stop now, I'mma take the time to write up a few NPCs, plan a few possible courses of events, and similar.

Also, thankyou so much everyone for being receptive and flexible as far as this, my first quest thread, has gone. It's made it an absolute pleasure for me.

Also, I fucking love dinosaurs.

>>9026289
I lol'd.

>>9026288
This, pick out the biggest one there, preferably one that's a little singled out. Rip it to shreds.

>>9026299
I'd be enthusiast to continue for a while.

We should take a break, and give you some time to work up those NPCs.

>>9026299
I say it's a good spot for a break, especially if it gives you time to flesh out this new pack and some NPC's

good job for a first run OP, I liked how you handled the annoying "I wanna climb a tree without opposable thumbs, and I'm going to keep pushing it until I get my way" guy.

look forward to RAPTORQUEST 2: THE RAPTORING

I found our character portrait.

>>9026302
Hey, we don't know if we could win and what will happen at all. No need to take risks, for now we observe. Then we'll try to assert dominance in a non-violent way, like all civilized beasts.

>>9026299

Yes! More planning!
You did well, OP.
Personally, I'd like a tiny little bit of crunch. Some dican' rollan', some stats and whatnot, so we don't entirely have to go with out gut feelings. (Sort of like Gnome handled it in Dorf Quest.)

>>9026334
Oh, I didn't think he was being a jerk at all. Actually, seeing as Strange is... strange, she might take to the trees.

Who knows, that could prove useful. But hey, I appreciate the compliment all the same.

STAY TUNED FOR RAPTORQUEST 2: RAPTOR BOOGARAPTOR.

Also, archive please?

>>9026334
Hey, you're the annoying one. Plus, I read somewhere that those small raptors were adapted to life in trees, and I know for sure that the lack of opposable thumbs does nothing to prevent my cat from reaching the nests in the trees of the neighbourhood.

>>9026386
>This thread has been requested 1 times now.

Really promising quest, btw. I'm liking being a small woodland creature.

>>9026416
I've read that too, Aborealbro.

Trust me, there will be tree climbing. There will be. I just thought Angry would be the first to try, and would obviously fuck up.

>>9026439
Oh don't worry, I was okay with the way you "handled" me too.

>>9026382
I would adore some suggestions for possible stat systems. Unfortunately, the only /tg/ related game I play is 40k (I know), so I'm a little unfamiliar with d20, and if it would be appropriate for RAPTORQUEST.

How did this Gnome go about Dorf quest?

Also, I like the idea of more crunch, too.

>>9026547

What about:
Mind, Body, (soul?)

Mind = how smart and clever you are.
Body = how strong, fast, and tough you are.
Soul = how well you communicate with others, and how well your senses function.

Skills: things like Fight, Hunt, Planning, Command, etc.

>>9026547
I don't really know... A stat for the capacity for cultural and technical innovations might be useful, but maybe that should be roleplayed.
Why did you ask us for a d40 and a d20 ?

>>9026547

Pic related - statsheet for Dorf Quest.
Really simple. Stats are pretty much self-explanatory. We acquired abilities and session powers (usable once per session, as the name sort of suggests) by doing awesome and dumb things.

It did - at least I think so - a good job of giving the players a feeling what their PCs were good and bad at. Also, acquiring new abilities and powers gave a nice sense of advancement.

I think dexterity, speed, and size would be fine as physical stats. The mental stats should be replaced with skills.

>>9026673
I think that those stats and a size stat would be perfect.

>>9026637
There was a probability of two things happening, and one was more likely.

>>9026673
Raptorquest 2 will most definitely include session powers. I like this.

I think we'll go for some kind of rudimentary stat system, just for modifiers to apply to die rolls depending on the situation. Maybe something akin to MindBodySoul. Dunno quite yet.

>>9026673
This sounds like it would work.

>>9026688
Skills would be Leading, Tactics, Intimidate, Perception, Track, Fight, Culture, Techniques...

>>9026728
Might and tough are pretty much proportional to the size of the animal, it would be redundant.

>>9026859
I mean, that's tailored for humanoids with hit points and physical training.

Archived.

>>9027217
VICTOLY