Scenarios

Titanosaurs

"Grandpa, why are we always fighting with the Cave Tribe?" "Because we are." "But why?" "Do you really want to know?" "Yes!" "Then listen up. And no talking!"

It was a normal day like any other for the Forest Tribe. We were going about our duties peacefully: tending to the gardens, collecting eggs, playing with our dinosaurs. I myself was idly playing with my troodon while I kept an eye on the woods from atop our wall. We were at war with another tribe at the time. The Cave Tribe. I was tasked with keeping a lookout for incoming attacks. Suddenly my troodon stopped playing with me and rushed to the edge of the wall. It sniffed the air, the quills on its back perking up as it started growling at the forest. I got up, pulled out my spyglass, and started scanning the trees. I didn't see anything, but I did start to hear something. Loud stomping, and trees breaking and falling down. I shouted a warning to the people below, and everyone started gathering weapons, and mounting up. I watched as a group of five, all riding raptors, walked out the front door and into the woods. The were gone for about ten minutes. Then I heard five quick gunshots. Soon enough five riderless raptors came rushing out of the forest, in a panic. That when I saw them. I had never seen one in my life before, not even wild. I had given up hope that I would ever see one in my life. Let alone two! But there they were, right in front of me. Two titanisaurs, walking through the jungle towards our wall, side by side. Each one had a huge platform saddle on its back. On each platform was a fortress full of turret defenses and enemy tribesmen. I shouted down to my tribe about the incoming assault. By the time I turned around, the titanos were right there. I grabbed my troodon and dove off of the wall, right as their huge legs crashed through it like it was nothing. Screams echoed throughout the village. Many people gave up hope immediately and mounted up with as much stuff as they could carry. I watched as almost all of our herbivores were used to flee. Whatever dinos we had left were mounted and rode towards the giant sauropods. I watched as one kicked a pack of raptors over a building. A group of our most experienced fighters rode in on a rex, gigantosaur, and spinosaurus. Each one was taken down with ease. Eventually one of us had had enough. He mounted one of our few brontos to ride in and try to knock one of the titanosaurs down. The titano towered over the bronto, dwarfing it in size. One swoop of its tail, and the bronto was on the ground, dead. A large group of argentavis' took off from nearby to try and kill the riders. It was easy enough from there. The argentavis riders swooped down, picking people up from the back of the titanos, and dropping them to their deaths. Soon enough the titanos were empty and calmed down. The Cave Tribe killed many innocents that day, and us survivors vowed to get them back. We could not claim the titanos for ourselves, so we slaughtered them while they slept that night. We did not want the Cave Tribe to come back for them. We made a promise that day to find a titanosaur for ourself and ride it to destroy their village like they did ours.

"And that's why we are at war with the Cave Tribe. Now go to bed. I want some quiet." "Aww, but grampa." "Bed!"