Not much can be said about ankylosauri, is there? They're big friggin dinos and they are as awesome as all dinos, arent they?
In the primal land of Sin Darya, humans live alongside multiple species of mighty dinosaurs. Up until recently, the humans tended to avoid the larger dinosaurs and hunt the smaller ones. In some of the proto-states, dinousaur taming and husbandry has recently begun to take root. At first, the Skagen hunters gained an edge, hunting alongside their trusted raptors. Their supremacy was quickly brought to an end, though, as the Brughal Khanate unleashed the full might of their Ankylosaurus riders upon the world. Right now, the only force that has any chance of standing against the Khan is the six young masters of the elements, but their training is far from complete.
The latest trend in the Sole Earthen Republic is miniaturized versions of great beasts from the earth's long gone eras. Because the safe version of the process requires a stable source of magic and careful technomagical configuration, its expensive as hell and beyond the grasp of anyone but the families of the multi-trillionaire hegemons of Earth. The market, however, is teeming with bootleg attempts to create micro-beasts. Most of these have easily noticeable flaws and are generally easy to avoid. However, a recent batch of tiny ankilousauri that revert to their original size when agitated has the city of New Constantinople in disarray, and the fresh batch of the Magihazard Detainment Organisation recruits at the edge of their nerves.
Saurian tradition has it that the world is a wide disc supported in vast nothingness on the back of a giant ankylosaurus by the name of Agnekho. While most young saurians take the legends with a grain of salt, none can argue that the Ffogdanob twins, shamans in the employ of the Scaled Prince, have gained great power ever since supposedly meeting Agnekho in one of their vision-questing seances. When the twins invite the newly-arrived warmbloods into one of their seances, an honour they had repeatedly denied the Prince himself, the petty ruler calls a blood-hunt against the hated mammals. If they last the night, there is no saying what they may discover - but survival will not come easily.
In the primal land of Sin Darya, humans live alongside multiple species of mighty dinosaurs. Up until recently, the humans tended to avoid the larger dinosaurs and hunt the smaller ones. In some of the proto-states, dinousaur taming and husbandry has recently begun to take root. At first, the Skagen hunters gained an edge, hunting alongside their trusted raptors. Their supremacy was quickly brought to an end, though, as the Brughal Khanate unleashed the full might of their Ankylosaurus riders upon the world. Right now, the only force that has any chance of standing against the Khan is the six young masters of the elements, but their training is far from complete.
The latest trend in the Sole Earthen Republic is miniaturized versions of great beasts from the earth's long gone eras. Because the safe version of the process requires a stable source of magic and careful technomagical configuration, its expensive as hell and beyond the grasp of anyone but the families of the multi-trillionaire hegemons of Earth. The market, however, is teeming with bootleg attempts to create micro-beasts. Most of these have easily noticeable flaws and are generally easy to avoid. However, a recent batch of tiny ankilousauri that revert to their original size when agitated has the city of New Constantinople in disarray, and the fresh batch of the Magihazard Detainment Organisation recruits at the edge of their nerves.
Saurian tradition has it that the world is a wide disc supported in vast nothingness on the back of a giant ankylosaurus by the name of Agnekho. While most young saurians take the legends with a grain of salt, none can argue that the Ffogdanob twins, shamans in the employ of the Scaled Prince, have gained great power ever since supposedly meeting Agnekho in one of their vision-questing seances. When the twins invite the newly-arrived warmbloods into one of their seances, an honour they had repeatedly denied the Prince himself, the petty ruler calls a blood-hunt against the hated mammals. If they last the night, there is no saying what they may discover - but survival will not come easily.
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