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  1. DaEndGame

    The A.R.C Chronicles: In Seas of Burnt Sand...

    19 days ago, The A.R.C Chronicles: In Seas of Burnt Sand, had its first birthday!
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    Food is Ark Art

    Sure thing, so long as you don't forget to do the same for Kaprodonychus' as his are amazing. PS: you aren't the only one that has been away a while (I think this is my first post this year), aside from a few lurking visitations over the last few months.
  3. Mmmmm, I now a reason to play Ark again. Thank you, Team WildCard
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    The A.R.C Chronicles: In Seas of Burnt Sand...

    Chapter Seven: Down To Business Once the sound of Alex’s hurried footsteps had faded from Aris’ hearing, he closed the foyer door and turned to face Smoke, the irritation evident on Aris’ face. “So, what’s your secret Aris?” Smoke restated, “I told you long ago,” Aris replied, “that the Arks, as you all call them, will never let me die.” “We all thought you were a complete nutter, when you told us that.” William butt in, joining the conversation, “Well, the lot of you were only half right…” Aris remarked with a grin, eliciting a laughter from William and a reserved grin from Smoke, negativity in the room evaporated. “Now then, what was this about my other half and my self-control?” Both men looked at Aris, and William asked, “How much did you hear?” “Does it matter? You need or want me to do something and Smoke, as usual, is questioning your decision to use me and not him,” Aris answered, “Now let’s get down to business, shall we?” With that said, Aris returned to the seat he had slept in and waited for the others to take their own seat. As the two other men took their seat, Aris asked, “So what is it you need me for?” “Well,” William began, “as I’m sure you can tell, like you, we have lived far longer than we should have, however, unlike you, we have aged-” “And we can’t do what we once could,” Smoke continued, “and with you showing up so unexpectedly yesterday,” “I had the idea that you should replace Smoke as the commanding officer and combat trainer of the elite guard of this city.” “I was arguing that there are better, longer lasting choices than you.” “Well, if they’re as well trained as the battalion I hospitalized, I can understand why you want me to train them, William,” Aris commented smugly, “Shall we go see them, then,” Smoke asked and Aris nodded in response, all three of them standing simultaneously shortly after. Aris followed Smoke as he led the way out of the room, through countless corridors, down many sets of stairs and eventually out into a high-walled courtyard with forty guardsmen practicing their form in the center. The soldiers were clad in the dull blue and gray typical of the elite guard of the United Ark Confederacy that was formed almost five centuries ago. “GUARDS,” Yelled Smoke, “ATTENTION!” All at once, the entire force of guards turned and approached where Aris, Smoke, and William stood, forming themselves into neat, ordered groups. “As you all are sure to have heard,” Smoke began, “I have been searching for a suitable candidate to replace me when I retire. Yesterday, Mayor William here, presented a man who he is certain can fill the role.” Smoke indicated Aris, who was studying the guardsmen before him. “Now before he takes over if anyone has any objections speak now or forever hold your peace!?” Immediately, a tall, dark-haired soldier, who Aris had assumed to be the Captain of the elite guard, stepped forward, “I believe I speak for most, if not all, of us when I ask what he could teach us that you couldn’t and what makes someone with such a young face more qualified than any one of us?” he asked, both William and Smoke looked at Aris, awaiting a response to the captain’s challenge. “What’s your name?” Aris inquired and walked downed the stairs to stand before the guardsmen, who stood over a foot taller than Aris, forcing him to look up at him. “it’s Dirk.” The captain replied, “Well Dirk, if you think you’re more capable than me then you can take my place.” “What’s the catch?” Aris gave an approving grin, “You have to drop me with one hit.” Only hesitating to nod in understanding, Dirk drew back his right arm and delivered a powerful right hook to the left of Aris’ jaw, that would have dropped any other man his size, as Aris was by no means a tall man. A resounding crack echoed around the high walls of the courtyard. The impact dislocated Aris’ jaw, but apart from that, he hadn’t even been shifted from where he was standing in front of Dirk. Aris snapped his jaw back into place and quietly said “My turn.” And, grinning something devilish, he drew his left arm back for his own punch. The blow landed on the stomach plate of Dirk’s armor and a near deafening clang filled the courtyard. The impact shattered the metal plating and sent Dirk flying into the rows of his fellow guardsmen. The other guardsmen tried to catch him, but the force knocked them over as well. As those that had been knocked over got back to their feet, those that were still standing looked at the man responsible, then at the pile of fallen guardsmen, then back again. Aris was standing, there waiting for them all to get to back up, completely ignoring the share of stomach plate impaling his hand between his knuckles and the blood that was dripping off of it. Standing now in a loose group, the guardsmen watched as Aris raised his hand to his face and, gripping the metal shard between his teeth and ripped it out; spitting it out afterward. In eerie silence, the guardsmen all watched him raise his left hand with his knuckles towards them as the gash between his knuckles knitted itself together in seconds, the scars left behind was the only proof that it had ever been there. “Who… are… you?” Dirk, who was still winded from Aris’ punch, asked bewilderedly “You can call me whatever you want, so long as it isn’t insulting!” Aris said quietly, then raising his voice a little more, “For the rest of the day we’ll be using practice weapons to avoid grievous injury and Y'all will be trying to incapacitate me. We’ll move on from that once you can all incapacitate me and do it effectively as a team.” The moment Aris finished talking, the already well-trained Guardsmen immediately discarded their actual weapons, collected their preferred type of practice weapon and formed up into their familiar ranks. Like Aris had ordered, the guardsmen spent the rest of the day trying to incapacitate their new mentor. This proved a seemingly impossible task for the guardsmen, once they experienced how well Aris could use a bow staff. By the time the day was ending, the closest any of them had gotten to even touching Aris was when he grabbed one of their weapons, pulled the poor guardsman towards him and head butted him. The unlucky fellow would have a concussion for a few days. With the sun slowly retreating behind the horizon and the heat along with it, Aris dismissed the guardsmen for the day and they all limped, hobbled or in some cases crawled away to do whatever they did at this time of day. As Aris turned to walk back up to the door that he came through earlier, he noticed Alex and Dirk watching him from the doorway; they were talking to each other. “I would still like to know your name,” Dirk stated as Aris got closer, “Can you and your men be trusted to keep a secret?” Aris replied, “I know my men well enough to say that they’ll take a secret to their grave!” “Good, cause that’s where they’ll be if they tell,” “Why is your name’s secrecy so important?” Aris drew a long breath, “You can call me Aris; and if you’ve heard that name before, then you’ll know why I’m so bloody good in combat.” Aris answered and turned to Alex, “Now then, if I know your father then he has sorted out my accommodation and sent you to take me there.” A little surprised by Aris’ statement, “How di-” She bit her tongue to stop the already answered question, “This way.” She said, and with a quick glance at Dirk, who returned the look, walked towards the door behind them, and disappeared inside with Aris following shortly after. After following Alex through the many passages and stairwells, they finally arrived at the end of an empty passage that saw little use, with a door at the end. “This is your room,” Alex told Aris, as she opened the door and walked in with Aris following in behind her. “There are clothes in the dresser, the bathroom is just through that far door there and a map of the building, city and surrounding terrain on the table over there.” She added, to which Aris grunted in thanks. After a few more moments, Alex turned and walked out the door, but before closing it she turned around and looked back into the room and asked, “Why did you lie about who you really are?” To which Aris replied, “I didn’t lie. I’ve been given many names over the years, so I give those instead of the one everyone knows, hence I never lied. Besides, every story you’ve ever heard about me is probably true; especially those that your parents would have told you!” Satisfied with the answer she had received, Alex began to close the door, but Aris interrupted her with his own question, “Does your father know about you and Dirk?” he asked, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She replied quickly, closing the door before he could ask another question. ‘I’ll take that as a no then,’ Aris thought to himself as he turned to inspect his new home. The room was by no means large, but it was more spacious than the hollow tree trunk that he had called home for many, many years. It was very Spartan in design, with only necessary items around the room: A bed in a dark alcove to the left of the door, the door that apparently lead to the bathroom, a dresser with an assortment of clothes and armour, and a simple set of table and chairs in the centre of the room with a pile of maps on it. Walking over to the table, Aris sat down and began to examine the maps. At first, he couldn’t tell which was the city map and which was the map of the building, but the map of the scorch was obvious, as it was much larger than the table. After a few hours were spent familiarizing himself with all the maps, Aris decided it would be best to clean himself off. Dragging himself from the chair he was in, Aris walked through the bathroom door into the dimly lit room beyond. After a few moments, his eyes adjusted to the light in the room and he found a candle and lit it with a flint and steel that was conveniently nearby. As his eyes were adjusted to the relative darkness, it seemed to Aris that the room came to life with a near blinding light. Despite the brightness, Aris’ eyes adjusted quickly and he surveyed the room: a mirror, sink, waist high drawer, cupboard, and a bath. The essentials. Aris chuckled inwardly, ‘William still knows me,’ he thought to himself. Walking towards the mirror, Aris saw his own face for the first time since he left mankind to its own the devices, not including the distorted water reflections. Looking into the reflection, the man looking back at him was familiar, yet it may as well have belonged to a stranger. His forever youthful face was framed by long, ragged hair and a beard that had clearly been cut with a knife; the scars on his face were faint lines that he could only find because he knew they were there; and the eyes that looked back at him were that of another man – a much older man. Searching through the cupboard, Aris found scissors and a razor blade and went to work on shortening his hair and neatening his beard, so that he looked at least somewhat presentable. When he was finished grooming, he poured himself a bath, removed his grimy clothes and hopped into the water, which was already hot as a courtesy of the day’s heat. He lay there, letting the warmth seep into him and relieve the tension in his body. After an hour had passed, Aris pulled himself up and out of the tub, pulled a towel from the cupboard and wrapped himself in it. Then he left the bathroom and found himself some clothes to wear from the dresser. Aris had just sat down after getting dressed when there was a knock on the door. “It’s open,” Aris said, and the door opened to admit William, who walked over to Aris, who was at the table, and sat down with him. “So, I never asked why you are here,” William stated, as Aris started to pore over the map of the Scorch. “Does it matter?” replied Aris, who seemed to be looking for something particular on the map. “There is a reason you’re here, and I know it.” “What makes you so sure” Aris muttered distractedly. “I know you. You wouldn’t come here if you knew it had already been settled and you wouldn’t stay for the weather.” “Maybe I got sick of seeing the same sights every day.” “You get sick of your side of The Dividing!?” William exclaimed, “Is that so hard t-” Aris was cut off by William who said, “You’ve been challenged by It haven't you.” Aris looked up from the map he was studying and looked at William sharply, “What do you know of ?” “Very little. I only know what I know from paintings on cave walls. Most regard it as nonsensical myth, but from what you once described of the ‘Ultimate Lifeforms’ I’d damn well say it isn’t a myth.” Aris stopped for a few moments, processing what William had just told him. “Is there a way to cross the desert?” Aris asked, After a moment’s hesitation, William replied, “There is, but it’ll take around three months to organize.” “Then you best get to it,” Aris then pointed to a point on the map and said, “this is where we’ll start the journey.”
  5. DaEndGame

    The A.R.C Chronicles: In Seas of Burnt Sand...

    Also, I will also be posting on @Kaprodonychus's discord server, which has all his story, art, dossiers and teasers for the mod his is making. it also containers extra information about our fictional worlds inspired by Ark. You can join said discord server here: https://discord.gg/Nr86xUr
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    The A.R.C Chronicles: In Seas of Burnt Sand...

    So, let's get the obvious question out of the way: No, I am not dead, I just got the hell outta dodge for a reason I do not recall. Also, (feel free to call me lazy about this) I will be posting chapter 7 with in the next few days, sorry for the massive 4 month gap. In other news, After the next chapter, I will be discontinuing my use of the forums to post chapters. Instead I will be putting every chapter on fanfiction.com. I will of course post the link here to that once it is up. And finally. Thank you all for 1,005 views. It makes me feel like this "beLHDlasgn:OICNS:Ovbaso;fgabdlfbA" on the inside. it's great. Thank for your time, and I hope you all enjoy the next chapter when it arrives.
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    The A.R.C Chronicles: In Seas of Burnt Sand...

    I find overwriting makes it more engaging and tells you a lot more, So I wont crucify you for it. i'm free of all mine now. There is nothing left to do and I have gotten two A's this term and an A+ so I'm happy.
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    The A.R.C Chronicles: In Seas of Burnt Sand...

    Sorry it took such a long time, I had heaps of school work and exams to study for. I also did some revisions to the overall plot of this fiction. Part of the revisions included splitting the original chapter 6 into two parts, as it was originall going to be twice the size.
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    The A.R.C Chronicles: In Seas of Burnt Sand...

    I'm just going to repost the whooe chapter, so without further delay I present the completed chapter 6 Chapter Six: Smoke... After as much of a careful consideration as was possible in less then ten seconds, Arretay concluded to stay and hear what William would have to say and if need be dive through the window into the raging sandstorm. After another few moments, William finished the visual analysis he had been taking of both he and Alex, he said, “Never in my life did I expect to have you in my office, not ever.” Arretay didn’t reply, which is what William had expected from him. Alex however had a highly confounded look to her and after a few moments said, “What is that supposed to mean?” “You don’t need to worry about it, Alex,” William replied, “You are dismissed for rest of the day,” “With all due respect sir, I found him and that gives me some right t…” “You are dismissed Alex,” William said, interrupting Alex, “But father…” “That is enough,” he interrupted again, his voice had lowered considerably – Arretay knew that tone, he had found himself backing up from it on more then one occasion – effectively silencing the retort that was springing to her lips and without another word she walked out of the office. William drew in a deep breath and returned to his seat at his desk, Arretay waited a few minutes before speaking, “She gets that mouth from you, ya know? She clearly gets everything else from her mother,” Arretay said, “Speaking of, how is Teresa?” William didn’t respond, he just looked at him and brandished a bottle and cup, with his eyebrow raised in query. It may have been a very long time since he they had seen each other, but Arretay could still read him like a book and William’s stoic expression, accompanied by his attempt to change the subject spoke volumes. Arretay nodded, accepting the proffered glass of what smelt like wine and took a seat next across from William, who had moved to an alcove of old chairs around an even older table. William was already ready well into his second glass before Arretay had taken his first sip and it was most definitely wine. It was a well aged vintage, in fact Arretay would dare say it was well past the vintage stage, and it was easily the best wine he had ever tasted. “Told you I would hold onto it, didn’t I?” William said, after noticing his reaction to the wine, “ ‘I’ll hold onto this one till the next we meet and we’ll drink it together that same night,’” Arretay replied, reminiscing of a time long past, “those were your exact words. Neither of us expected that to be almost four-hundred and thirty years did we?” Both of them chuckled forlornly at that. Both of them continued talking of their past together all through the night, as they went on the mood continually rose. By the time the wine bottle was half empty, Carter had entered the office and sat down with them, joining in on the conversation as if he had been there the whole time. When they had finished talking and the wine bottle had been long empty, Carter left and William drunkenly stumbled his way up to his private quarters via a concealed stair well in the back of the room. Arretay passed out in his chair as soon as both had disappeared from view. Amidst his sleep, Arretay dreamt of the past; of running through the forest, direwolf pack in tow; of hanging from the highest branch of the tallest redwood and basking in the beauty of his side of the Divide, untouched by both man and time. Soon he was pulled from the peace of his dreams and into the chaos of nightmares; battlefields piled high with the dead, rivers of boiling blood, a massacre of limbs and mangled flesh, the ultimate lifeforms and the worst of all; the Scorched Lord… It was standing atop a sand dune, where the sand sea met the Scorched Earth. It made no sound, only walked down the dune towards Arretay, accompanied by the gentle crunch of sand. “My lair is far across these vast seas,” it declared, “cross them at your own peril.” After staring at Arretay for a few seconds, it turned around and stalked off into the dunes, the heat shimmers rendering it invisible after a hundred metres. Arretay stood there, staring after the now gone monster. His internal senses told him that he was facing east, so that is way he would go when he was ready to fight it. Eventually the world around him faded and his senses started to track what was happening around him, out of the dream. Arretay didn’t open his eyes, not wanting anyone to realise he was awake. He could hear people talking inaudibly, likely in a vain attempt to not wake him. They stopped almost immediately after he had awoken, and Arretay felt their eyes upon him. “Looks like his nightmare ended” William whispered, someone else grunted in asset. After a few moments their chatter continued, “Are you sure?” a man whispered, not William but another and the voice was irritably familiar. “I am, it’s only Le Bête that we have to worry about and Aris has plenty of control over him.” William whispered with uncertainty. “What about the ‘incident’ all those…” They were cut off by the foyer door as it squeaked on it’s hinges, followed by a thud. “Alex.” the other man said so quietly few men had the ability to hear it, he wasn’t happy. Arretay opened his eyes to find both of the men with their backs to him, the closest’s height marked him as William. Alex was slowly standing after falling to the floor when the door fell open. She had been eavesdropping and there was no denying it. Slowly the other man walked forwards, he was short, but would still stand over Arretay. His body seemed tense and rigid, like he was in constant pain and was trying to hide it. His hand was slowly rising above his shoulder ready to slap Alex; he clearly had a temper. Arretay was expecting William to intervene, but he simply looked away; it was most unlike William to let something like this happen. The man was almost upon Alex now, she was against the wall waiting to get hit, but before the mans arm made the descent Arretay burst from his chair. He was fast as a racing gallimimus and within a second he had crossed the room, grabbed the man’s wrist and wrenched him away from Alex. After the initial surprise wore off, the man tried to break free of Arretay’s steel grip and ultimate failed. “You going to stop or do I have to…” Arretay let go of the man and almost yelped when his attention ran over the man’s face. One side was a horrible mess of burnt scar tissue and the other was seemingly untouched by anything but age and few battle scars. It wasn’t his scars that had surprised him though, it was the fact that he was third man in less then twenty-four hours that he had met that should have been long dead. It was starting to get on his nerves; a lot. “Surprised are we?” The man asked with a hint of derision, he had never given Arretay or anyone else his real name, only said to call him… “Smoke.” Arretay replied, struggling to keep the surprise from his voice. He and Smoke had never been the closest of friends, in fact they were best described as constantly bickering team mates then friends, but there was still a friendship there of sorts. No one seemed willing to talk, and the tension in the room was constantly growing. Finally Smoke talked, “You’re looking young for your age, Aristaeus. What’s your secret?” Alex poorly suppressed a gasped when she realised Smoke had been talking to Arretay and she slowly made for the door. ‘Raptor’s Claus’ claws.’ Arretay thought to himself, ‘Alex wasn’t meant to know who he was and now she did.’ Before she could open the door, Aris stepped forward and held it shut. “Don’t tell a soul.” He warned, there was no need to threaten her, it wasn’t needed, the legend of Aristaeus Cosmos would be more then sufficient to keep her quiet
  10. Lol. My two fanfics, Wild Years and Inseas of Burnt Sand, have the same number of views. And the second is like like 45 days younger...

  11. DaEndGame

    The A.R.C Chronicles: In Seas of Burnt Sand...

    Gigantic? More like Satanthosaurus (i hope i spelled that right) size, almost borderline Titanic. edited: Since it would be classed as a supercontinent I believe it needs a name.
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    PC Gamer TEK Tier Reveal!

    Prepare for the battle of the century! Tek Tier is Coming...
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    The A.R.C Chronicles: In Seas of Burnt Sand...

    Yeah, he is a down right crazy motherraptor.
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    The A.R.C Chronicles: In Seas of Burnt Sand...

    Ok, I'll be frank with you all, the rest of chapter 6 is going to be a while off. So to keep you all appeased, I have a semi-completedmap of my version of the Island for my series. This my change to a drawn version of it, which is why there is very little details to it. As extra information for y'all, the Black Mere Swamp is where the brood mother dwelled, somewhere in the great forest dwelled the Megapithicus and the desolation was home to the Dragon. For a sense of scale, Black Mere swamp is about the same size as England... If you guys think that is a bit big, I have a friend who has designed a map that is about 15x times the size of russia...
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    The A.R.C Chronicles: In Seas of Burnt Sand...

    Since it has been nigh on two weeks since the last chapter, I shall post some of chapter six here. Sorry it is taking so long, had to do some revisions on this. Please keep in mind what I will post may be prone to change once the I post the rest of the chapter. Chapter Six: (I'll name it once it is done) After as much of a careful consideration as was possible in less then ten seconds, Arretay concluded to stay and hear what William would have to say and if need be dive through the window into the raging sandstorm. After another few moments, William finished the visual analysis he had been taking of both he and Alex, he said, “Never in my life did I expect to have you in my office, not ever!” Arretay didn’t reply, which is what William had expected from him. Alex however had a highly confounded look to her and after a few moments said, “What is that supposed to mean?” “You don’t need to worry about it, Alex,” William replied, “You are dismissed for rest of the day,” “With all due respect sir, I found him and that gives me some right t…” “You are dismissed Alex,” William said, interrupting Alex, “But father…” “That is enough,” he interrupted again, his voice had lowered considerably – Arretay knew that tone, he had found himself backing up from it on more then one occasion – effectively silencing the retort that was springing to her lips and without another word she walked out of the office. William drew in a deep breath and returned to his seat at his desk, Arretay waited a few minutes before speaking, “She gets that mouth from you, ya know? She clearly gets everything else from her mother,” Arretay said, “Speaking of, how is Teresa?” William didn’t respond, he just looked at him and brandished a bottle and cup, with his eyebrow raised in query. It may have been a very long time since he they had seen each other, but Arretay could still read him like a book and William’s stoic expression, accompanied by his attempt to change the subject spoke volumes. Arretay nodded, accepting the proffered glass of what smelt like wine and took a seat next across from William, who had moved to an alcove of old chairs around an even older table. William was already ready well into his second glass before Arretay had taken his first sip and it was most definitely wine. It was a well aged vintage, in fact Arretay would dare say it was well past the vintage stage, and it was easily the best wine he had ever tasted. “Told you I would hold onto it, didn’t I?” William said, after noticing his reaction to the wine, “ ‘I’ll hold onto this one till the next we meet and we’ll drink it together that same night,’” Arretay replied, reminiscing of a time long past, “those were your exact words. Neither of us expected that to be almost four-hundred and thirty years did we?” Both of them chuckled forlornly at that. Both of them continued talking of their past together all through the night, as they went on the mood continually rose. By the time the wine bottle was half empty, Carter had entered the office and sat down with them, joining in on the conversation as if he had been there the whole time. When they had finished talking and the wine bottle had been long empty, Carter left and William drunkenly stumbled his way up to his private quarters via a concealed stair well in the back of the room. Arretay passed out in his chair as soon as both had disappeared from view. Amidst his sleep, Arretay dreamt of the past; of running through the forest, direwolf pack in tow; of hanging from the highest branch of the tallest redwood and basking in the beauty of his side of the Divide, untouched by both man and time. Soon he was pulled from the peace of his dreams…
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