“Carnie’s Camp”
Carnie crackled his four claws, and stood to examine his troops. Before him was a camp of Tyrannosaurs, Suchimimus, Velociraptors, and Deinychus. Brazers smoked as Carnie inspecting the troops, his scales of red and black like chain mail, his yellow eyes burning like magma. He had waited for this moment for a long time. As he passed the contigents, they bowed befodre him and shoted while pounding their chests: “All Hail Sharplord!”
Carnie nodded his approval as Raptors sharpened their sickle toe claws on carved stones, and inspected their other blades. The entire camp was astir and moving like a unified pack. These were the sharpteeth who would avenge him, the great one, Sharptooth!
[Leventell, I await your contingents of Fast Biters]
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