MYTHICAL CREATURE RACE NEXT SUNDAY!

Next Sunday will be the first annual MCR (Mythical Creature Race) where contestants set out on an epic journey across the globe!

Starting from the town square on foot, you will try to find (and tame!) a mount, whatever you are able to ride is allowed, under the condition that is WAS COMPLETED WILD, NEVER UNDER HUMAN CONTROL and NOT HUMANIOD OR INTELLIGENT (for example, you could ride a troll or golem, but not an elf) and continue to the check point in Castlerock (see map below) where you must duel with the next opponent to arrive, if you lose, you must abandon your mount and find a new one.

From Castlerock you will continue to Eldenwood, then to Mystic Mountain, ect, ect. (See map below)

The entry fee is 20 rupees, and any damages caused by action outside of regulation will be paid by the racer.

THERE IS TO BE NO:

• Public disposal of Unicorn Dung
• No fighting outside of organized duels
• No mounting un-wild creatures
• No mismatched socks

For a complete list of rules see the local wizard.

The prize for winning is 1200 rupees, a story in the “Medieval Globe”, and two Bob Ross toasters.

If you are interested, send a pigeon to:

195 MCR Dr.

SEE YOU THERE!

CrazyRickRiordanFan going under the name Tris(just a random name I thought of)

I searched the dense woods, leaves crunching under my foot. The poster said it must be a mythological creature who is untamed, and so far, I've only seen harpies, who have bad breath AND a bad temper. And... Oh wow a hippogriff, but they are noxiously hard to tame so never mind.

Crunch

Oh wow my feet is making a lot of noise.

CRUNCH

Wait wha-

Croak

I turned and saw a wall of slimy, greenish brown skin.

Oh wait a minute, this is

A small, beady eye stared at me.

A giant toad?!

With wings?!

I reached out and scratched its chin

CROOOAAK

Croaking with pleasure, it then barfed on my shirt.

Oh well, at least it is a mythological creature

Now let's take you home, mr toad.

MRC Form:

Name: Tris

Steed: Gigantic Toad

Steed's Name: Mr Toad

Status: Untamed

List one bad habit of its: Barfing on rider often

Any illness or condition?: None

Has any magic powers?: Yes

Then what is it?: Flying

Does it qualify with the MRC mythological creatures standards?: Yes

Are you sure it is untamed?: Yes, duh

Do you have any fighting experience: Yes

What is your favorite food?: I like gummy bears

What is your steed's favorite food?: Baked Mac n' Cheese

How did you find that out?: You won't want to know...

Did you tame your steed yet?: Yes

Does it like you?: Maybe...

Is your steed intelligent?: NO, double NO

Are YOU intelligent?: Duh...

Do you like reading?: Yes

Do you like sports?: Yes

Do you like cooking?: No

Do you like witchcraft?:Yes

Do you do dark magic?: No

Do you do white magic?:Yes

Do you do grey magic?: Yes

Do you like Tommy Tomson from preschool?: No

Are you friends with Sally Sallson from kindergarden?: No

Thank you for your time

I sighed.

Mr toad barfed again.

*crunch, crunch*

I was slowly walking into the abounded gold mine, hoping to be unnoticed until I wished otherwise.

*thud, thud, clinker*

That was a few gold coins being scattered by my bare feet, I dared not pocket them, not when I saw what was ahead.

A Gryftrix, a formidable beast, sorta like a Griffin, but a peregrine falcon instead of an eagle, and a tiger instead of a lion.

She (it was a young female) was asleep, I crouched toward her, then, suddenly grabbed the back of her falcon head.

She awake with a start, glaring, I met her gaze, I felt her inner lightning coursing through my veins.

Right before met my breaking point, her gaze softened, and she laid her head in my hand.

”Welcome to the race Gyx, I think we’ll get along fine

Name: Quinn

Age: 15

Steed: Gryftrix

Steeds name: Gyx

Favorite color: Green

Steeds favorite Color: Gold

Does your Steed have any magical abilities: Yes

If yes, what? Storm manipulation

Steeds favorite food: Human/goat

Your favorite food: Human/Goat (just kidding)

Can you Dance: just the waltz.

Who is Tommy Thomson: sounds like a fake name

Is your steed intelligent: not in a human way no.

Was it wild: it tried to kill me.

Thank you for your time.

I turned to Gyx, “We got this.”