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    The Lost City of Sobek

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    Rising to a higher level to meet this threat, Rhyperbeam stands proudly on his hind legs with clenched arms and spinning drill, and with your blessings in orders he lunges. The enemy Machamp is surprised long enough for the newly evolved Drill Pokémon to drive in his Poison Jab, and though the four-armed fighter tries to push the assault away the momentum of Rhyperbeam and his elongated, tainted weapon renders these efforts futile. For the second time in this exchange Machamp crashes to the floor, revealing a sizeable rupture where Rhyperbeam's last move landed. A sickening lurch goes through you subconsciously as you notice that while no blood or tissue of any sort appears to be flowing, there's a hint of off-white that suspiciously looks like bone, but as you think this Machamp scoops up some of the sand around it with two arms; the other two supporting itself as it flings the material at your Rhydon in a makeshift Mud-Slap.

    Growling at the unwelcome sensation in his eyes, Rhyperbeam shakes his head violently as a couple tears drop from the irritation, yet almost immediately afterwards he performs a three-point jump and landing onto Machamp, Body Slamming the life out of him. You briefly wonder how is it that Rhyperbeam could aim so quickly after being temporarily blinded, and it's a few seconds later when you realise that Machamp's ability must have been No Guard, noting an environment where attacks have guaranteed probabilities of hitting in exchange for an inability to rely on evasiveness. Your thoughts are quickly disrupted, however, as Machamp lifts Rhyperbeam and slams him to the ground in an exactment of Revenge, before it cringes and collapses with its arms supporting its bulk; the sudden impact of Rhyperbeam crashing onto its body must have resulted in a spell of paralysis for Machamp. Seizing this chance, Rhyperbeam slams his Arm onto Machamp's back like a Hammer, causing the Fighting-type to crumble to the sand with a grunt. Shifting backwards Rhyperbeam grins from his handiwork, clutching his tired limb from the exertion, but a few moments later Machamp painstakingly picks itself up, straining distinctly in the process, and ends up glaring squarely at the pair of you. Looks like this isn't quite over yet...

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    The Lost City of Sobek

    The Colosseum

    Treepandaone
    Rising to a higher level to meet this threat, Rhyperbeam stands proudly on his hind legs with clenched arms and spinning drill, and with your blessings in orders he lunges. The enemy Machamp is surprised long enough for the newly evolved Drill Pokémon to drive in his Poison Jab, and though the four-armed fighter tries to push the assault away the momentum of Rhyperbeam and his elongated, tainted weapon renders these efforts futile. For the second time in this exchange Machamp crashes to the floor, revealing a sizeable rupture where Rhyperbeam's last move landed. A sickening lurch goes through you subconsciously as you notice that while no blood or tissue of any sort appears to be flowing, there's a hint of off-white that suspiciously looks like bone, but as you think this Machamp scoops up some of the sand around it with two arms; the other two supporting itself as it flings the material at your Rhydon in a makeshift Mud-Slap.

    Growling at the unwelcome sensation in his eyes, Rhyperbeam shakes his head violently as a couple tears drop from the irritation, yet almost immediately afterwards he performs a three-point jump and landing onto Machamp, Body Slamming the life out of him. You briefly wonder how is it that Rhyperbeam could aim so quickly after being temporarily blinded, and it's a few seconds later when you realise that Machamp's ability must have been No Guard, noting an environment where attacks have guaranteed probabilities of hitting in exchange for an inability to rely on evasiveness. Your thoughts are quickly disrupted, however, as Machamp lifts Rhyperbeam and slams him to the ground in an exactment of Revenge, before it cringes and collapses with its arms supporting its bulk; the sudden impact of Rhyperbeam crashing onto its body must have resulted in a spell of paralysis for Machamp. Seizing this chance, Rhyperbeam slams his Arm onto Machamp's back like a Hammer, causing the Fighting-type to crumble to the sand with a grunt. Shifting backwards Rhyperbeam grins from his handiwork, clutching his tired limb from the exertion, but a few moments later Machamp painstakingly picks itself up, straining distinctly in the process, and ends up glaring squarely at the pair of you. Looks like this isn't quite over yet...
    Matthew stared at his companion; the rocky exterior and tallness of his Pokémon almost double the trainer’s size as he looked up with a sparkle in his eyes. With the bulging muscles of the rock beast and the newly found confidence, Matthew was assured in his Pokémon’s ability, cheering him on as he watched Rhydon take on the Machamp once more, the rock hard teeth showing as he began the round with a loud roar, sending Matthew’s heart into more admiration. Rhydon stood on its hind legs, clenched arms and spinning drill as he went into battle.

    Matthew looked across to the Machamp, its facial expression the same as Matthew’s as Rhydon kept running forward, the loud thumps of its feet pounding across the ground. Machamp stood breathless until he noticed the jab incoming, trying to punch it away but with the Rhydon’s new found braveness, he swatted away the resistances, crashing to the floor once more with a sickening thud, a sizeable rupture visible from Matthew’s viewpoint as he keeled over, the thought of the injuries making him queasy. Matthew looked back at the wound hesitantly, surprised to see that the Pokémon had no tissue or blood, a small white tint suggested to the trainer that it was pure bone. Shaking his head from the though and looking back to the battle, Matthew noticed the pokémon scoop his arms as he got back up, the dauntlessness of the four armed powerhouse apparent as he used the dusty mud from the coliseum floor to form a makeshift mudslap, the begrimed Machamp upbringing had it to have no battle morals, the underhandedness of the Pokémon as he used all what was around him. Matthew looked to the eye of his newly evolved Rhydon, the Pokémon shaking his head at the uncanny material a few tear drops falling from his face in irritation as he did so, as Matthew looked on, fists clenched.

    As he did so, however, Matthew was stunned to see a three-point jump of Rhydon’s hit, body slamming the wind out of Machamp. Looking to his Pokédex for guidance, Matthew was met by the computer voice once more.

    No guard - The accuracy of all moves known by all Pokémon on the field raises to 100%

    Matthew was soon disrupted by the cry of his Pokémon, his head suddenly jolting up to see the bulging Machamp regain revenge to the Rhydon, but his face rose in inquisition as the Machamp sparked yellow, the paralysis of a sudden move of the falling beast opened up opportunity for the rock Pokémon. As Rhydon got back up, Matthew watched on as he slammed his arm down with a hammer, causing the fighter to crumble into the sand. Rhydon grinned at his handiwork and looked just as shocked as Matthew as he saw the Pokémon get back up once more, straining as he did so as he looked into Rhydon’s eyes once more. Matthew turned to his Pokémon with slight sorrow in his eyes, knowing it was just survival for both of them, however he was confident in his Pokémon’s ability.

    Horn Drill. If it’s still standing use Iron Tail and Dragon Claw.

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    The Lost City of Sobek

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    Left with little choice besides pushing on, you try to take further advantage of the enhanced battle conditions, sending in Rhyperbeam with a Horn Drill furiously spinning at a dangerous velocity. As your Rhydon draws near however, a barely visible, translucent dome appears around Machamp, Protecting the musclebound fighter before your Pokémon can turn it into yoghurt swirl. Shuddering from the jarring interference of the barrier, Rhyperbeam stumbles backwards as the barrier fades away, revealing Machamp while it cracks its knuckles with such volume you almost feel that it had actually injured itself.

    Grunting, Rhyperbeam proceeds to amplify metallic energy in his Tail, turning it tough and hard as Iron before swinging it at Machamp, but to your surprise Machamp's four hands start to take on the same glow before they reach out in time, catching Rhyperbeam's appendage before it smashes its face in. As Machamp struggles, you realise that the priority modifier of Bullet Punch must have allowed Machamp to override the difference in speed and match attack for attack with Rhyperbeam. For what feels like hours the two brawlers push their steel-clad weaponry against each other, neither willing to compromise an inch, before a sudden spasmodic jerk along Machamp's lower arms gives Rhyperbeam the opening he needs, flooring Machamp like a deadly steel trap. As Rhyperbeam lifts his heavy tail you find that while a valley-like depression has been left along Machamp's body the Fighting-type is still defiant.

    A roar from Rhyperbeam graces the air as he piledrives a Dragon Claw onto Machamp, but the usage of the same speed-handicapped limb after one count of Hammer Arm grants your opponent enough of a reprieve to bring up a Karate Chop in a bid to stop the technique, blocking the mystically charged attack with its wrist. With only one forelimb supporting, however, it doesn't take long for Machamp's resistance to break, but what you don't expect is the manner in which this occurs. An equally aghast expression is sported by Rhyperbeam as Machamp's upper left arm ruptures free from its socket, apparently worn from the constant pressure exerted on it by Machamp's attempts to defend itself, leaving your Rhydon's fist to drive itself deep into Machamp's chest with a noise you're now certain is the sound of breaking -- no, crumbling bones. Horror-stricken, Rhyperbeam pulls back as his eyes briefly dart to his claw, almost in shock at what he's just done, and you feel your stomach churn as Machamp pulls itself to its feet with its three remaining arms. The gaping hole in its own stomach is clear now, with splinters and fragments of rib falling from the bloodless wound, and with a hissy growl Machamp glares at you with the most dangerous look you've seen it show. This battle isn't about mere bragging rights any longer, if it wasn't already distinct enough; it's either you and Rhyperbeam, or the seemingly violence-possessed Machamp...

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    Quote Originally Posted by Shadowshocker View Post
    The Lost City of Sobek

    The Colosseum

    Treepandaone
    Left with little choice besides pushing on, you try to take further advantage of the enhanced battle conditions, sending in Rhyperbeam with a Horn Drill furiously spinning at a dangerous velocity. As your Rhydon draws near however, a barely visible, translucent dome appears around Machamp, Protecting the musclebound fighter before your Pokémon can turn it into yoghurt swirl. Shuddering from the jarring interference of the barrier, Rhyperbeam stumbles backwards as the barrier fades away, revealing Machamp while it cracks its knuckles with such volume you almost feel that it had actually injured itself.

    Grunting, Rhyperbeam proceeds to amplify metallic energy in his Tail, turning it tough and hard as Iron before swinging it at Machamp, but to your surprise Machamp's four hands start to take on the same glow before they reach out in time, catching Rhyperbeam's appendage before it smashes its face in. As Machamp struggles, you realise that the priority modifier of Bullet Punch must have allowed Machamp to override the difference in speed and match attack for attack with Rhyperbeam. For what feels like hours the two brawlers push their steel-clad weaponry against each other, neither willing to compromise an inch, before a sudden spasmodic jerk along Machamp's lower arms gives Rhyperbeam the opening he needs, flooring Machamp like a deadly steel trap. As Rhyperbeam lifts his heavy tail you find that while a valley-like depression has been left along Machamp's body the Fighting-type is still defiant.

    A roar from Rhyperbeam graces the air as he piledrives a Dragon Claw onto Machamp, but the usage of the same speed-handicapped limb after one count of Hammer Arm grants your opponent enough of a reprieve to bring up a Karate Chop in a bid to stop the technique, blocking the mystically charged attack with its wrist. With only one forelimb supporting, however, it doesn't take long for Machamp's resistance to break, but what you don't expect is the manner in which this occurs. An equally aghast expression is sported by Rhyperbeam as Machamp's upper left arm ruptures free from its socket, apparently worn from the constant pressure exerted on it by Machamp's attempts to defend itself, leaving your Rhydon's fist to drive itself deep into Machamp's chest with a noise you're now certain is the sound of breaking -- no, crumbling bones. Horror-stricken, Rhyperbeam pulls back as his eyes briefly dart to his claw, almost in shock at what he's just done, and you feel your stomach churn as Machamp pulls itself to its feet with its three remaining arms. The gaping hole in its own stomach is clear now, with splinters and fragments of rib falling from the bloodless wound, and with a hissy growl Machamp glares at you with the most dangerous look you've seen it show. This battle isn't about mere bragging rights any longer, if it wasn't already distinct enough; it's either you and Rhyperbeam, or the seemingly violence-possessed Machamp...
    Matthew shivered a little, drawing his hooded jacket around himself even tighter as his piercing blue eyes surveyed the grotesque pokémon before him, the skin of the Machamp; torn and bloodless as Matthew held back the urge to be sick. His eyes tried to dart away, to avoid looking at the Machamp but he could not, his mind fixated upon staring on the creature, its distinguishing features not ones of pride of beauty but of disgust and horror.Matthew’s eyes followed Machamp’s gaze back to Rhydon, the pokémon precociously staring right back, ready to move at the slight hint of attack. As Matthew looked at Rhydon he saw that the battle had worn the Pokémon thin, its heavy breathing apparent as he thought of a strategy to overcome the Machamp.

    Matthew turned his head and nodded, flashing a smile to Rhydon as the large rock monster walked into battle, its tree-trunk legs groaning under the hardened exterior as the two Pokémon faced off, The Pokémon never ceased to amaze him with its determination. Trying to use the battlefield to his advantage, Matthew watched as Rhydon span its massive horn counter clockwise, the horn’s speed increasing to a level of degree that would cause serious injury, but as he did so, Matthew saw a fine barrier of protection surround the Machamp, saving him from the attack.

    Grunting with impatience, Matthew saw Rhydon send metal energy into his tail, turning its hardened steel as he swung it at Machamp only to see the four armed monstrosity fill his hands with steel, using its bullet like speed to catch the massive tail and hold it in place. After what felt like hours of constant forcing of strength, Matthew gagged as he saw the Machamp’s arm jerk out of place, snapping as the Machamp fell. Rhydon, as persistent as ever, carried on the assault as he used a Dragon Claw to attack the fallen Machamp, but with the hammer arm’s speed reduction, Matthew saw the Machamp fight back with a karate chop, only for it to fail with only one arm supporting it. As the dragon claw hit, Matthew heard a crumbling noise, snapping his head up to see what was the recipient.

    Matthew observed the situation, the machamp was holding his ground, however Matthew was horrified to see a gaping hole in the Machamp’s stomach, splinters and fragments of rib falling from the bloodless wound. Matthew looked up at Rhydon; his aggressive nature and bloodlust attitude hadn’t prepared him for the sight, the Machamp rising to its feet with a violent look in its eyes.

    “What? What are you?” Matthew addressed the Machamp, stuttering as he turned back to Rhydon. “Rhydon, we need to finish his before it gets out of hand. Start by trapping Machamp in a Rock Tomb., then use Fissure. If it’s still up, use Body Slam.”

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    OOC: If Matthew has had prior archaeological experience, let me know and I'll have it edited in.

    The Lost City of Sobek

    The Colosseum

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    Possibly more alarmed than you've ever been, at least as far as this adventure has developed, you issue swift commands to Rhyperbeam who is only too happy to comply for riddance of this menace. Tapping into his Rock-type side Rhyperbeam brings up a Tomb of stones, rising from the ground to form a conical lockdown about Machamp's waist. While the technique fails to damage the Fighting-type Pokémon much compared to the earlier assaults rained upon it, they serve their purpose of bogging the behemoth down even further rather excellently. Grunting Machamp tries to properly get a grip on the rocks with his remaining three arms, apparently intent on freeing himself from the irritiating imprisonment, and with the way it twists and turns as far as the stones allow you can almost see it tearing itself in half from the effort and continuing to fight on as if nothing happened.

    Rhyperbeam seems to be aware of this as well and, equally not wishing to witness any more horrific sights, rams the ground with the force of a Fissure. The effect is instantaneous much like the earlier Earthquake, but as the ground shakes harder than ever what you hadn't bargained for is the shifting sands to suddenly give way under you. Already weakened by the ravages of time, Rhyperbeam's attack becomes the heavy straw that breaks the Camerupt's back, and before you know it your feet feel as though they were standing on air as the tectonic technique rips open a crevice in the ground. Clutching at air, you look back in horror as Rhyperbeam matches your gaze with shocked concern, before the gap widens and he tumbles after you as well.

    Another fleeting moment that passes like ages follows, interrupted by a solid, powerful impact against your back, followed by a monstrous thud as Rhyperbeam falls but a few metres away from you. While the height wasn't enough of a difference to kill from gravitational forces, it goes without saying that the experience has not been pleasant. Before you can pick yourself up to flick away the dust and sand, though, a familiar-looking Machamp crashes into the floor further away, only to be joined by the set of rocks Rhyperbeam called on earlier as they fall onto it like blades of guillotines. Body bits and swatches of skin and bone rise in the air as your foe is crushed, the sounds of severe damage echoing in the near-darkness, and you find a strong urge to hurl as a right hand spirals towards you and lands at a proximity of several yards from you, severed from the wrist. It doesn't take the mind of a scientist to see that your opponent lies defeated, ultimately in more ways than one. Level-up for Rhyperbeam.

    Feeling rather ill, you try taking a closer inspection of the area -- clearly, this must have been the dungeon where the participants were held before their fights, but what unnerves you is the intense amount of pain that seems to cloak the darkness like a fog, more so than what you felt from Machamp. Skeletons, some jumbled and others broken, lie strewn all around you; too difficult to discern their original organisms by first glance. As your eyes get used to the only light streaming down from above, you barely make out the grey shades of walls, lined with the cruel arcs of weapons leaving their marks. Or were those left behind by those destined to fight in the arena, driven insane by bloodlust and neverending violence? You're almost certain that was the likely scenario, especially since some of the skeletons appear to face the wall with barely recognisable forelimbs outstretched. Deeply scarring pain was felt here, and you're next to reliving this, centuries into its future just by standing amongst the dead.

    It takes a little while longer before thoughts begin returning to your transfixed mind. You're in need of a fossil, preferably an intact one, but there is the issue of you having little prior experience with archaeology besides the problem of the vandalised bone orchard. Somehow you find yourself still lingering on the marks left in the wall; is it your imagination, or are the scars actually calling to you for a closer look? After the fight with the undead Machamp anything could be possible, but there's also the niggling conundrum of how you're going to escape from this dome of death...

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    The Lost City of Axal

    The Celestial Temple

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    Having explored one of the chambers below, you decide that going to the top this time would be a fitting plan, and going up the spiral steps you can't help but briefly glance back at the remaining two passages. Will you need to make a trip back down? Pushing this thought aside, you reach the main entrance chamber where you were only a half hour or so ago, only this time the temple seems to have taken on a peculiar presence, as though countless eyes are watching you in spite of you seemingly being the only occupant within the hallowed walls. Has the sanctum become isolated in light of your challenge? This ponderance lingers a little longer in your mind as you scale the other staircase, leading upwards into the higher floor. Upon reaching another main chamber much like the one downstairs you find that while the stairs seem to extend to a higher sort of attic, a shining seal on the star-shaped trapdoor strongly suggests that you can't quite visit this area yet.

    Selecting one of the three upper hallways, you make your way with Myria in anticipation of what's to come. In a chamber much like the one where you found Suruta, another pedestal presents its shining statues of a heavily segmented, jagged arthropod, bearing dangerous-looking fangs and claws.

    Ocorpis, the Scorpion
    Guardian of Poison


    "So, decided to skip the others first and look for me, did you?" A sneering voice emanates from the chamber itself, making you tense in expectant antipication. "Suruta's witnessed that so-called strength of yours... let's see if you can walk the talk!"

    In a spookily fluid movement, the Drapion emblem curls his clawed arms, bearing them at you in an aggressive pose. What will you do now?

    "Well, I'm afraid I'm going to have to disappoint you then." Zora apologised, taking a Pokéball from his belt and tossing it in front of him. "It's sort of hard to walk with no legs, and talking's problematic too when you're trying to make telepathic contact with a Dark type."
    "Bal-Toy." his Pokémon vocalised, as it formed in front of him.
    "Ready for battle?"
    {Prepared to initialise attacks. Which techniques?} Baltoy's thoughts echoed inside Zora's head.
    "Hmm. I think we'll start with a Cosmic Power, then follow on with Earth Power."

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    The Lost City of Axal

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    Compared to your serene countenance, Ocorpis continues to glare at you even while you send out your chosen battler this time. "Smart talking isn't going to save you!" he growls as Baltoy communicates with you on the mental frequency, snapping his claws in a most alarming fashion. It's clear that this guardian is a lot less sociable than the first one you faced, but Baltoy seems unperturbed by the aggressive display. Playing on its apparent extra-terrestrial origins, Baltoy activates a glowing Cosmic Power that glitters about its body like falling stardust, amplifying its defensive capabilities.

    "Two can play at that game!" huffs Ocorpis, jabbing himself in the shoulder, and from the epicentre of impact you find a lustrous sheen start to emanate, coating the ogre scorpion's body like a fine layer of polish. Unfazed by the Acupressure the Drapion demonstrated, Baltoy starts switching over to a different aura of yellow this time, and before the part Poison-type realises what the other living statue has done the floor below erupts with Earth Power. With no boost in defences against the non-physical spectrum, Ocorpis feels the full extent of the attack rippling through each segment of his body, and much like Suruta did he roars from the unwelcome discomfort.

    "Grah!" Righting himself as the shaking fades, Ocorpis tosses a glare at you, sharp as his fangs and claws. "You're going to regret that!"

    As the Drapion suddenly rushes towards you at a speed much faster than you'd expect from a bulky arachnid, Ocorpis' Fangs take on a hue of shining cyan, crashing down onto Baltoy with the power of Ice lacing them. You hear a telepathic interjection from Baltoy before it manages to wriggle free from the crushing maw of the scorpion, but not without a layer of ice caking its lower body, though not on a significant enough scale to warrant an actual classfication of freeze. With Ocorpis seeming to match you move for move, this doesn't seem it'll be any easier than the last battle...

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    OOC: If Matthew has had prior archaeological experience, let me know and I'll have it edited in.

    The Lost City of Sobek

    The Colosseum

    Treepandaone
    Possibly more alarmed than you've ever been, at least as far as this adventure has developed, you issue swift commands to Rhyperbeam who is only too happy to comply for riddance of this menace. Tapping into his Rock-type side Rhyperbeam brings up a Tomb of stones, rising from the ground to form a conical lockdown about Machamp's waist. While the technique fails to damage the Fighting-type Pokémon much compared to the earlier assaults rained upon it, they serve their purpose of bogging the behemoth down even further rather excellently. Grunting Machamp tries to properly get a grip on the rocks with his remaining three arms, apparently intent on freeing himself from the irritiating imprisonment, and with the way it twists and turns as far as the stones allow you can almost see it tearing itself in half from the effort and continuing to fight on as if nothing happened.

    Rhyperbeam seems to be aware of this as well and, equally not wishing to witness any more horrific sights, rams the ground with the force of a Fissure. The effect is instantaneous much like the earlier Earthquake, but as the ground shakes harder than ever what you hadn't bargained for is the shifting sands to suddenly give way under you. Already weakened by the ravages of time, Rhyperbeam's attack becomes the heavy straw that breaks the Camerupt's back, and before you know it your feet feel as though they were standing on air as the tectonic technique rips open a crevice in the ground. Clutching at air, you look back in horror as Rhyperbeam matches your gaze with shocked concern, before the gap widens and he tumbles after you as well.

    Another fleeting moment that passes like ages follows, interrupted by a solid, powerful impact against your back, followed by a monstrous thud as Rhyperbeam falls but a few metres away from you. While the height wasn't enough of a difference to kill from gravitational forces, it goes without saying that the experience has not been pleasant. Before you can pick yourself up to flick away the dust and sand, though, a familiar-looking Machamp crashes into the floor further away, only to be joined by the set of rocks Rhyperbeam called on earlier as they fall onto it like blades of guillotines. Body bits and swatches of skin and bone rise in the air as your foe is crushed, the sounds of severe damage echoing in the near-darkness, and you find a strong urge to hurl as a right hand spirals towards you and lands at a proximity of several yards from you, severed from the wrist. It doesn't take the mind of a scientist to see that your opponent lies defeated, ultimately in more ways than one. Level-up for Rhyperbeam.

    Feeling rather ill, you try taking a closer inspection of the area -- clearly, this must have been the dungeon where the participants were held before their fights, but what unnerves you is the intense amount of pain that seems to cloak the darkness like a fog, more so than what you felt from Machamp. Skeletons, some jumbled and others broken, lie strewn all around you; too difficult to discern their original organisms by first glance. As your eyes get used to the only light streaming down from above, you barely make out the grey shades of walls, lined with the cruel arcs of weapons leaving their marks. Or were those left behind by those destined to fight in the arena, driven insane by bloodlust and neverending violence? You're almost certain that was the likely scenario, especially since some of the skeletons appear to face the wall with barely recognisable forelimbs outstretched. Deeply scarring pain was felt here, and you're next to reliving this, centuries into its future just by standing amongst the dead.

    It takes a little while longer before thoughts begin returning to your transfixed mind. You're in need of a fossil, preferably an intact one, but there is the issue of you having little prior experience with archaeology besides the problem of the vandalised bone orchard. Somehow you find yourself still lingering on the marks left in the wall; is it your imagination, or are the scars actually calling to you for a closer look? After the fight with the undead Machamp anything could be possible, but there's also the niggling conundrum of how you're going to escape from this dome of death...
    OoC: No, he hasn't had any. And just for reference; Rhydon is now level 53.

    As he eagerly watched his chosen Pokémon and the actions of the Machamp getting more and more aggressive, Matthew knew that he’d have to push to knock out the machamp, the battle turning uglier than it needed to be. But his concerns were stifled by his anticipation, floating round in his head, along with nervousness and pride, the Rhydon in front of him still fighting for him with little hesitation in doing so; faithful until the end.

    Watching with his fists clenched, Matthew watched his Pokémon call up rocks from the ground, trapping Machamp in a tomb, the damage done was very little compared to what he had been doing before. Stroking the tuft upon his chin, Matthew saw the Rhydon’s attack serve its purpose, the lockdown of the fighting Pokémon making his defeat obtainable if the Rhydon took the chance at hand, Matthew giving the orders with a nod as he saw his giant Rhydon roar in acknowledgment. As Matthew turned back to the Machamp, he saw the Machamp trying to get rid of the rocks, his three remaining arms struggling, intent of freeing himself of his imprisonment, the aggression of the Machamp making itself tear itself in half trying to free itself.

    Matthew looked away toward Rhydon, the huge rock Pokémon also expressing his wish to put the Machamp out of its misery, making a swift counter, once again swinging his pointed tail to strike the ground from above, the fissure technique expelling with a tremendous crack, the ground shaking once more as Matthew stuck out his arms awkwardly, trying to navigate the force and stay on his feet. As he watched the crack in the ground get larger, Matthew’s eyes widened, the time ravaged ground tearing in half as he the gap widening, sending him down to the floor and through it.

    As Matthew met the ground with force, he felt the wind was knocked from his lungs as he came plummeting to the hard floor, subject to the fissures assault on the tectonic plates. Sitting up slowly, he rubbed his hand on his back in a painfull movement, wincing as the pain shot up, a moment’s notice of shock sent down his system. As he did, he looked up, eyes widening once again as he saw the monstrous weight of the Rhydon fall meters away from his. Wiping a bead of sweat from his brow, Matthew thanked Arcues that RhyperBeam had not landed on him, the new weighty pokémon would have crushed his bones. As Matthew rose slowly from the ground, rubbing his backside, he looked upward, the distance of the fall not as large as he had first thought. Rubbing the dust and sand from his clothing, Matthew jumped backwards, the Machamp from before landing on the floor to be followed by bits of rocks, cutting into his body like blades. As Matthew protected his eyes from skin and bone, Matthew saw the right hand of the beast spiral towards him. Holding his stomach with illness Matthew kicked the hand away to the side, walking up to his Rhydon as he rose, knowing the Machamp was defeated. As Rhydon rose to its feet, Matthew found the Pokémon feel more powerful, the defeat of the Machamp giving him a level up.

    Breathing a sigh of relief, Matthew turned to take closer inspection of the area, the feeling of sickness rising once more as he saw the dungeon like qualities of the room. As Matthew racked his brains, he came up with the synopsis that the place was created to hold the participants before a fight. Shivering, Matthew felt the room clouded in a fog of pain, skeletons of pokémon lying around, too difficult to decipher from first glance. As his eyes settled from the low light streaming from above, Matthew saw the walls with scraps upon them, wondering upon the origins of the marks, discarding them for a moment. Looking back on the skeletons, he saw most of them facing the wall, barely recognisable forelimbs outstretched. Shedding a small tear, Matthew wiped it off with the sleeve of his jumper, reliving the pain from past generations.

    Returning from his daydreams of suffering past, Matthew looked around, realizing that he needed a fossil for the professor, an intact one being preferred, but with no archeological experiences, Matthew wondered how he would get one. Looking around for ideas, Matthew felt himself being pulled towards the walls once more, the marks on the wall sparking a curiosity in his mind as he walked over to them, trying to get a better look. Returning Rhydon to his Pokéball for a nice rest, Matthew thanked him for his service, pocketing him.

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    Your interest momentarily piqued by the markings littering the walls like ancient graffiti, you trudge amongst the bones towards the scars in stone, careful not to break anything underfoot just in case it might be one of the fossils you're looking for. Once you're close enough to place a hand onto the walls, you briefly shiver from the cold, lifeless texture of the rock as you squint against the darkness. A majority of the marks seem to be straightly cut in, lacking any finesse that a scribe might have had, but considering the condition that the possible authors were in at the time it seems only reasonable. Your fingers briefly pass over the dips in the stone, another shudder going through you as you feel how deep the cuts have been made. For someone or something to have carved into the surface so terribly you can only imagine the pain that was experienced here, physical and mental alike.

    As you make your way past heaps of bone and scores of lines, your fingers suddenly feel a series of depressions into the stone, unlike the erratic patterns you've been feeling until now. A wave of certainty goes through you, and you focus your sight further on the wall, noticing that instead of mere scars dragged into the wall lines of text have been carved in, reading like the entry of a diary:

    They have placed me amongst the dead. The prospects of escape seem impossible now, and all hope seems to be completely snuffed out. Many others around me have already fallen victim to the mental torment of this chamber; some driven to cannibalism to survive, others to inconsolable states of negativity, but most certainly all insane.

    I found the body of my dear friend; merely one of many others who had fallen before him. It was through tremendous effort and chance that I located him, and while I had thirsted to see him one last time after he was taken, it brought me no end of sorrow to see him. I had not wished to meet him again this way; I had imagined him to have surpassed the ordeals of the arena when he was taken from our cell to fight for his freedom. It seems such was not the case, and he forfeited his life to the arena, with me soon to join him.

    Of course, I will continue to fight on, but I feel the end drawing ever nearer.

    It seems a shame, but I find that I can no longer continue.


    Kneeling down as you read the last of the words, your eyes peer further downwards, surprising yourself to see the apparent writer lying sprawled on the floor. Looking closer at the crescentesque dome, the malnourished spinal structure, and the dulled scythes, it takes you a while to realise that you're looking at the fossil of a Kabutops -- and, it seems, one in near perfect condition with only some of the minor joints and bones missing. It doesn't seem that you'll find another specimen as good as this one, but a niggle of paranoia makes itself known in your head. It wouldn't be a good thing if a resurrected Kabutops went on a rampage, even if it was alone, most certainly.

    What will you do?

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    The Lost City of Sobek

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    Your interest momentarily piqued by the markings littering the walls like ancient graffiti, you trudge amongst the bones towards the scars in stone, careful not to break anything underfoot just in case it might be one of the fossils you're looking for. Once you're close enough to place a hand onto the walls, you briefly shiver from the cold, lifeless texture of the rock as you squint against the darkness. A majority of the marks seem to be straightly cut in, lacking any finesse that a scribe might have had, but considering the condition that the possible authors were in at the time it seems only reasonable. Your fingers briefly pass over the dips in the stone, another shudder going through you as you feel how deep the cuts have been made. For someone or something to have carved into the surface so terribly you can only imagine the pain that was experienced here, physical and mental alike.

    As you make your way past heaps of bone and scores of lines, your fingers suddenly feel a series of depressions into the stone, unlike the erratic patterns you've been feeling until now. A wave of certainty goes through you, and you focus your sight further on the wall, noticing that instead of mere scars dragged into the wall lines of text have been carved in, reading like the entry of a diary:

    They have placed me amongst the dead. The prospects of escape seem impossible now, and all hope seems to be completely snuffed out. Many others around me have already fallen victim to the mental torment of this chamber; some driven to cannibalism to survive, others to inconsolable states of negativity, but most certainly all insane.

    I found the body of my dear friend; merely one of many others who had fallen before him. It was through tremendous effort and chance that I located him, and while I had thirsted to see him one last time after he was taken, it brought me no end of sorrow to see him. I had not wished to meet him again this way; I had imagined him to have surpassed the ordeals of the arena when he was taken from our cell to fight for his freedom. It seems such was not the case, and he forfeited his life to the arena, with me soon to join him.

    Of course, I will continue to fight on, but I feel the end drawing ever nearer.

    It seems a shame, but I find that I can no longer continue.


    Kneeling down as you read the last of the words, your eyes peer further downwards, surprising yourself to see the apparent writer lying sprawled on the floor. Looking closer at the crescentesque dome, the malnourished spinal structure, and the dulled scythes, it takes you a while to realise that you're looking at the fossil of a Kabutops -- and, it seems, one in near perfect condition with only some of the minor joints and bones missing. It doesn't seem that you'll find another specimen as good as this one, but a niggle of paranoia makes itself known in your head. It wouldn't be a good thing if a resurrected Kabutops went on a rampage, even if it was alone, most certainly.

    What will you do?
    Matthew ran his fingers down the cracks, his tongue stroking the bottom of his lip subconsciously, anxiety freezing him in place, encaptured by the mysterious scratches on the wall, each one a piece of the puzzle as the ancient graffiti. Looking down, Matthew scanned the floor below him, the tinted white bones each holding some promise to a fossil for the professor, his clumsy feet trying to avoid breaking the precious remnants of history. With no luck, Matthew turned his head back to the wall, tracing his finger across the wall with a shudder, the coldness of death and misery reenacting century’s of torture and pain. Squinting at the wall, Matthew saw the marks lacking in finesse, considering the conditions the author may have had to write the marks in. As his fingers briefly passed over the dips in the stone, Matthew shuddered once more, feeling how deep the cuts were made, imagining the pain that the author had, physically and mentally.

    The culmination of enclosed heat and steady adrenaline formed a rather startling bead of sweat to trickle down his brow, a distraction that provoked him to wipe the bead with his sleeve before carrying on. With his fingers running down the wall gently, Matthew stopped suddenly, his fingers meeting scrapes and cuts of linear patterns, unlike the erratic patterns of the past scribes. Squinting deeper at the wall, Matthew read the scars like a diary, text scratched into the wall.

    They have placed me amongst the dead. The prospects of escape seem impossible now, and all hope seems to be completely snuffed out. Many others around me have already fallen victim to the mental torment of this chamber; some driven to cannibalism to survive, others to inconsolable states of negativity, but most certainly all insane.

    I found the body of my dear friend; merely one of many others who had fallen before him. It was through tremendous effort and chance that I located him, and while I had thirsted to see him one last time after he was taken, it brought me no end of sorrow to see him. I had not wished to meet him again this way; I had imagined him to have surpassed the ordeals of the arena when he was taken from our cell to fight for his freedom. It seems such was not the case, and he forfeited his life to the arena, with me soon to join him.

    Of course, I will continue to fight on, but I feel the end drawing ever nearer.

    It seems a shame, but I find that I can no longer continue.


    Matthew got engrossed in the story, reading the story aloud to himself, feeling the story replayed as it was. Kneeling as he finished the last sentence, Matthew jumped upwards in surprise, scrambling to his feet as he saw some bones on the floor, figuring it was the apparent writer of the story. Looking closer at the crescentesque dome, the malnourished spinal structure and the dulled scythes, Matthew noticed the fossil was of a Kabutops, a pokémon he had heard a lot about, the fossil seemingly perfect condition with only minor joints and bones missing. Stroking his chin gently, Matthew wondered if the Kabutops would be worth taking, a niggling feeling of paranoia seeped into his head, the resurrected Kabutops could cause massive havoc in the city. After a few minutes of back and forth discussion with himself, Matthew decided to take the fossil, noting to make sure the professor kept it in a secure center.

    Grabbing a Pokéball from his belt, Matthew spun the red and white ball as it flicked from his finger, the ball splitting in two to reveal his own fossil Pokémon; Dom. With the release of the aerodactyl, Matthew glazed in a serious tone, nodding to the flying pokémon as it cleaned its wing.

    “Ok Dom, I’m going to grab this fossil and head back to the lab, I’ll need your assistance”.

    With the cry of the Aerodactyl for a positive response, Matthew grabbed the fossils, ready to strap it to his pokémon and return to the scientist.

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    The Lost City of Sobek

    The Colosseum

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    Releasing your own fossil to aid in the transportation of your selected quarry back to the base of operations, you arrange the fossilised Kabutops on Dom in its original position, careful not to let the aged but still sharp scythes to cut either of you. The lack of handy ropes or similar fibres to secure the skeleton leaves you to use the Escape Rope in your backpack as a temporary measure, and once the bundle of bones has been adequately lashed you signal to your Aerodactyl to scoop you up by the shoulders. Sending up dust clouds as he flaps his wings, Dom flies you up through the darkness towards the fissure Rhyperbeam had created, bathing you in light beating down on you from the sun. You issue directions to the ancient dragon, and while Dom doesn't quite have much in the way of experience his prehistoric capabilities grant him enough stamina to suspend you and the fossil a number of metres above ground level, letting him ferry you for the return trip.

    ***

    While Aerodactyl normally boast significantly higher speed statistics, it has to be said that being the most rookie member of your team Dom isn't quite built for long-term flight yet. Panting as he drops you outside the laboratory, Dom half crashes to the ground from his weariness, prompting you to return him to his PokéBall for much required rest and carry the fossil yourself. The clear doors of the research facility greet you again with their air-conditioning on the side, and walking back to where you originally found Glenn you see the scientist still looking over his crystalline specimens.

    "...Oh, Matthew? Back so soon?" he calls as he turns around, having noticed you by the footsteps. "Sounds and looks to me your expedition was a success! That's a most excellent example of a fossilised Kabutops from what I've seen," smiles Glenn. "Where did you find this one?"

    You give Glenn your reply, much to the latter's apparent surprise.

    "The Colosseum, you say? I have to admit, I never knew such intact specimens could be found there, considering the circumstances. Then again, we're not actually scheduled to excavate that area yet, but these findings could certainly warrant priority over that sector," muses the scientist, mostly to himself. "Well, I've wasted enough time with my babbling -- let's see what we can do with this."

    Supporting you in carrying the fossil, Glenn escorts you to one of the various corners of the laboratory, bringing you in front of a machine much like a containment chamber with reinforced doors. "You might already know this, but this is one of the resurrection machines we use, standard issue through the continents. We haven't actually had the chance to use them, though; these machines use up a considerable amount of power and we have barely enough electricity to get by normal duties here in this outpost. If the crystals work, one major development will be saving us high energy costs in our research, and we won't need to have these guys on permanent standby."

    Once the sliding doors have been activated open, together Glenn and you place the Kabutops in the centre of the chamber in a seated position, before Glenn shuts them again. You spot Glenn rushing back to his workstation, peering over his microscope again and fiddling about before he starts walking towards you with a small petri dish.

    "If my theory is correct, these crystals should allow not only reanimate fossils, but also facilitate growth and repairing processes," he continues on in scientific drones. "This should make up for the deformities and missing parts of anatomy in this specimen. If the test proves successful, we should be able to progress on to cloning full living Pokémon out of even minute traces of DNA."

    With no relevant experience of your own, all you can do is watch as Glenn deposits the petri dish inside a slot not unlike the sort for PokéDexes linked to the usual videophones, and after a few tapped buttons on the chamber's control panel you see a display of what seems to be a heavily magnified picture of the fragments on the green display monitor. A confirmation code is pressed in, and with a cautious hand Mark turns a noticeable dial next to an energy level indicator, which starts to light up like a carnival game as the display monitor turns a hue of cyan.

    "This dial regulates the power that goes into the machine's mechanisms," Glenn briefly explains. "We just need a reading enough to resurrect this Kabutops, and... did you say something?"

    The question startles you, but before you can respond you hear the word "Power..." in a faint whisper, and a voice that sounds ominously not like Glenn's. You open your mouth to answer, but for a second time you find yourself interrupted as the control box suddenly crackles with a wave of purple lightning.

    "What in the--?!" Shock seizing him as it has with you, Glenn desperately hits the button labelled "Abort", but the machine proves unresponsive to his commands, and before long you discover that the entire chamber has started to fizzle with the same shaded electricity.

    "NO! GET BACK!"

    Reflexively pushing you by the shoulders, Glenn sends you stumbling by a few metres before the continued momentum from disrupted balance carries you further, depositing you in a thump on the tiled floor just as the machine seems to erupt with a thick cloud of fog. You instinctively call out to Glenn, just as you feel a chilling wave of emotion ripple through your mind that seems sinisterly familiar.

    "Power..." The whisper earlier -- now grown in volume, sounding more like a chant -- catches your attention, drawing it to a faint silhouette etched in the smoke. You briefly catch signs of Glenn's figure shadowed against the gas, but for some reason you notice that the shadow seems somewhat thinner on one side, looking a lot more bony and a lot less clothed...

    "Glenn? GLENN!" Another voice, that of a shrill female, only adds to the disruption and chaos, and as if hoisted on a hook you turn your head around to see a group of other people, dressed in clothing more suited for the outside environment but still bearing the same scientific air about them as Glenn had. As if noticing your attention on them, the group turns their eyes on you; the widest-eyed stare coming from a young woman with her long black hair in a pink scrunchie, and her mouth half-open as if about to scream...

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    The Lost Cities of Talas
    The Archaeology Zone
    The Isle of Talas


    The Sphinx: This Sphinx loves riddles so if you don't like them then this isn't the place for you. Answer the Sphinx's riddle and she will allow you entry. Once inside you will be faced with another twelve riddles. Each time you guess the correct answer you advance to the next stage where you will battle for your right to face another riddle. Make it to the end and you will receive great rewards, if you lose a battle or answer a riddle incorrectly you will find yourself back at the beginning.
    ((Ooc: At first I wasn't sure where to go but when I looked at the description for the Sphinx I knew this'd be awesome, hope this is ok, short intro is short.))

    Though a begining trainer Kelly, a young fair-haired teen hailing from Johto, the girl was determined to make her mark on the world. How, she did not know. She thought back, trying to recall what exactly had drawn her towards this particular place on the Isle of Talas. It had been rumours that had piqued her interest in the first place, curiosity seemed to be the driving factor in almost everything she did. In any case, she was getting closer now, with three Pokeballs on her belt she felt a sense of confidence not present in her first adventure, whatever awaited them at the Sphinx statue it was fast approaching. Claus, the only one out of his Pokeball at present, bounded forward recklessly, the bold Vulpix was in a world of his own, eager to get into any scrapes he could, or start them would be a far more accurate statement.

    Kelly doubted that he would enjoy the area they now headed ever closer for. "Riddles... hrm" she mumbled, recalling a few of the passing rumours she'd been told when she had taken her first step on the island. She didn't mind riddles to be honest, if anything it would be an interesting change from the battles and looming threats of explosives her last adventure in the Arcane Realm had brought to her.

    Noticing the sudden change of surroundings she called out to her Pokemon, "Slow down, we're nearly there and... you're going the wrong way..." The fox looked over his shoulder and shot his trainer a glare causing her to sigh heavily. Disgruntled from being torn back into reality the small fox cub copied his trainer's sigh and trotted back to where she waited. Looking forward it seems they were here, at least, close enough. Making their way forward Kelly just hoped she was prepared for whatever was about to happen. At least Claus seemed overly confident for the both of them.

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    Here's welcoming SP-Eevee to the Lost Cities of Talas. Enjoy your stay!

    The Isle of Talas

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    Drawn to this neck of the proverbial woods in the worlds of Fizzy Bubbles, you find yourself and Claus beholding the Sphinx in all her mysterious, eminent glory. For the most part you were attracted to this place by intrigue and word-of-mouth above anything else, and while you can't quite boast the bravado that your Vulpix is exhibiting you're noticeably less nervous than you were when you had just begun your journeys.

    "Welcome, Kelly."

    Though you've already heard tales about the Sphinx, it doesn't quite prepare you for the warm, omniscient voice that seems to echo through every fibre of your being. You reflexively shudder at this; Claus glancing at you with a gaze that almost looks like a smirk.

    "Fret not, young Trainer. Only the foolish have reason to fear what lies inside, and yet the foolish fear nothing." The voice, upon further listening, almost has a smile to its tonality, and you look up at the Sphinx's unmoving mouth, yet expectant of the words coming from her. "You will find that your skills as a Trainer will be severely tested; not merely your battle instincts but also your ability to tap into the powers of your own mind. Triumph, and your rewards shall be great, but falter and find your efforts redundant. Do you understand?"

    Much as the Sphinx sounds kind in her advice, there's no denying that she still sounds deadly serious. You attempt at offering a weak smile as Claus paws the sand impatiently.

    "I see your partner seems to have answered strongly for the both of you," muses the Sphinx gently. "To go further within the hallowed chambers you must first pass one of my own riddles, and I have just the one for you.

    "It takes an hour for five Bidoof to construct five dams. How long would it take for a hundred Bidoof to construct a hundred dams?"

    Do you know the answer?

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    Compared to your serene countenance, Ocorpis continues to glare at you even while you send out your chosen battler this time. "Smart talking isn't going to save you!" he growls as Baltoy communicates with you on the mental frequency, snapping his claws in a most alarming fashion. It's clear that this guardian is a lot less sociable than the first one you faced, but Baltoy seems unperturbed by the aggressive display. Playing on its apparent extra-terrestrial origins, Baltoy activates a glowing Cosmic Power that glitters about its body like falling stardust, amplifying its defensive capabilities.

    "Two can play at that game!" huffs Ocorpis, jabbing himself in the shoulder, and from the epicentre of impact you find a lustrous sheen start to emanate, coating the ogre scorpion's body like a fine layer of polish. Unfazed by the Acupressure the Drapion demonstrated, Baltoy starts switching over to a different aura of yellow this time, and before the part Poison-type realises what the other living statue has done the floor below erupts with Earth Power. With no boost in defences against the non-physical spectrum, Ocorpis feels the full extent of the attack rippling through each segment of his body, and much like Suruta did he roars from the unwelcome discomfort.

    "Grah!" Righting himself as the shaking fades, Ocorpis tosses a glare at you, sharp as his fangs and claws. "You're going to regret that!"

    As the Drapion suddenly rushes towards you at a speed much faster than you'd expect from a bulky arachnid, Ocorpis' Fangs take on a hue of shining cyan, crashing down onto Baltoy with the power of Ice lacing them. You hear a telepathic interjection from Baltoy before it manages to wriggle free from the crushing maw of the scorpion, but not without a layer of ice caking its lower body, though not on a significant enough scale to warrant an actual classfication of freeze. With Ocorpis seeming to match you move for move, this doesn't seem it'll be any easier than the last battle...
    "Well well then." Zora said as he watched the Drapion respond to Baltoy's previous set of attacks. "If we're going to be parroting each other, why don't we unleash a cryogenic attack of our own."
    {Utilise technique #058 - trainer designation ICE BEAM} Baltoy told him, waiting for its master's approval of its assumed command.
    "Yes indeed." Zora told it. "And after that, since I like beams, lets try following up with another one. Blast it with your Signal Beam attack."

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    Releasing your own fossil to aid in the transportation of your selected quarry back to the base of operations, you arrange the fossilised Kabutops on Dom in its original position, careful not to let the aged but still sharp scythes to cut either of you. The lack of handy ropes or similar fibres to secure the skeleton leaves you to use the Escape Rope in your backpack as a temporary measure, and once the bundle of bones has been adequately lashed you signal to your Aerodactyl to scoop you up by the shoulders. Sending up dust clouds as he flaps his wings, Dom flies you up through the darkness towards the fissure Rhyperbeam had created, bathing you in light beating down on you from the sun. You issue directions to the ancient dragon, and while Dom doesn't quite have much in the way of experience his prehistoric capabilities grant him enough stamina to suspend you and the fossil a number of metres above ground level, letting him ferry you for the return trip.

    ***

    While Aerodactyl normally boast significantly higher speed statistics, it has to be said that being the most rookie member of your team Dom isn't quite built for long-term flight yet. Panting as he drops you outside the laboratory, Dom half crashes to the ground from his weariness, prompting you to return him to his PokéBall for much required rest and carry the fossil yourself. The clear doors of the research facility greet you again with their air-conditioning on the side, and walking back to where you originally found Glenn you see the scientist still looking over his crystalline specimens.

    "...Oh, Matthew? Back so soon?" he calls as he turns around, having noticed you by the footsteps. "Sounds and looks to me your expedition was a success! That's a most excellent example of a fossilised Kabutops from what I've seen," smiles Glenn. "Where did you find this one?"

    You give Glenn your reply, much to the latter's apparent surprise.

    "The Colosseum, you say? I have to admit, I never knew such intact specimens could be found there, considering the circumstances. Then again, we're not actually scheduled to excavate that area yet, but these findings could certainly warrant priority over that sector," muses the scientist, mostly to himself. "Well, I've wasted enough time with my babbling -- let's see what we can do with this."

    Supporting you in carrying the fossil, Glenn escorts you to one of the various corners of the laboratory, bringing you in front of a machine much like a containment chamber with reinforced doors. "You might already know this, but this is one of the resurrection machines we use, standard issue through the continents. We haven't actually had the chance to use them, though; these machines use up a considerable amount of power and we have barely enough electricity to get by normal duties here in this outpost. If the crystals work, one major development will be saving us high energy costs in our research, and we won't need to have these guys on permanent standby."

    Once the sliding doors have been activated open, together Glenn and you place the Kabutops in the centre of the chamber in a seated position, before Glenn shuts them again. You spot Glenn rushing back to his workstation, peering over his microscope again and fiddling about before he starts walking towards you with a small petri dish.

    "If my theory is correct, these crystals should allow not only reanimate fossils, but also facilitate growth and repairing processes," he continues on in scientific drones. "This should make up for the deformities and missing parts of anatomy in this specimen. If the test proves successful, we should be able to progress on to cloning full living Pokémon out of even minute traces of DNA."

    With no relevant experience of your own, all you can do is watch as Glenn deposits the petri dish inside a slot not unlike the sort for PokéDexes linked to the usual videophones, and after a few tapped buttons on the chamber's control panel you see a display of what seems to be a heavily magnified picture of the fragments on the green display monitor. A confirmation code is pressed in, and with a cautious hand Mark turns a noticeable dial next to an energy level indicator, which starts to light up like a carnival game as the display monitor turns a hue of cyan.

    "This dial regulates the power that goes into the machine's mechanisms," Glenn briefly explains. "We just need a reading enough to resurrect this Kabutops, and... did you say something?"

    The question startles you, but before you can respond you hear the word "Power..." in a faint whisper, and a voice that sounds ominously not like Glenn's. You open your mouth to answer, but for a second time you find yourself interrupted as the control box suddenly crackles with a wave of purple lightning.

    "What in the--?!" Shock seizing him as it has with you, Glenn desperately hits the button labelled "Abort", but the machine proves unresponsive to his commands, and before long you discover that the entire chamber has started to fizzle with the same shaded electricity.

    "NO! GET BACK!"

    Reflexively pushing you by the shoulders, Glenn sends you stumbling by a few metres before the continued momentum from disrupted balance carries you further, depositing you in a thump on the tiled floor just as the machine seems to erupt with a thick cloud of fog. You instinctively call out to Glenn, just as you feel a chilling wave of emotion ripple through your mind that seems sinisterly familiar.

    "Power..." The whisper earlier -- now grown in volume, sounding more like a chant -- catches your attention, drawing it to a faint silhouette etched in the smoke. You briefly catch signs of Glenn's figure shadowed against the gas, but for some reason you notice that the shadow seems somewhat thinner on one side, looking a lot more bony and a lot less clothed...

    "Glenn? GLENN!" Another voice, that of a shrill female, only adds to the disruption and chaos, and as if hoisted on a hook you turn your head around to see a group of other people, dressed in clothing more suited for the outside environment but still bearing the same scientific air about them as Glenn had. As if noticing your attention on them, the group turns their eyes on you; the widest-eyed stare coming from a young woman with her long black hair in a pink scrunchie, and her mouth half-open as if about to scream...
    Awesome update shadow, i'm really enjoying this one ^.^

    Matthew ran his hand through his hair at the release of his Aerodactyl, the Pokémon his newest member of the team, fitting in quite well with its surroundings. With the order, Matthew scuttled through his bag like a Rattata, looking for materials to strap the fossil onto his Pokemons back. As his fingers drifted among the rough bumpy texture of the escape rope, Matthew smiled, remembering a valuable lesson from the past, his father teaching him to use his surroundings to his advantage. Grabbing the fossil in haste, Matthew carefully placed the fossil on Dom’s back, the flying pokémon twitching a little in anticipation as he felt the sharp scythes of the Kabutops sit upright, Matthew hesitantly placing them in a safe position. As Matthew put his hand upright, Matthew felt the Aerodactyl scoop him up by the shoulders, praising him for the recognition of the taught signal, a valuable asset that Matthew trained his Pokémon with in case of an emergency.

    Covering his eyes gently Matthew saw the dust fly up from the ground as Dom took off through the fissure made earlier. Matthew felt the light embrace his body as it swallowed him, his eyes settling to the light as he gave his orders. As Dom responded, Matthew felt the fossil weigh down on his new pokémon, the inexperience of flight a causing factor as the prehistoric pokémon suspended the fossil above the ground by a few meters as Matthew smiled gently.

    After a few minutes, Matthew saw Dom begin to pant heavily, the dissimilar concept of flying with weight on his back meant that Dom had to pause outside the laboratory, Matthew thanking him for his services as he drew him back to his Pokéball as the pokémon half crashed to the floor, his stamina shot. Picking up the fossil in his hands, Matthew carried the fossil back to the lab’s doors, the familiar doors swooshing open to reveal Glen once more, examining samples of the crystal.

    "...Oh, Matthew? Back so soon?” Matthew looked up as he was greeted by the scientist, smiling as his footsteps gave away his position. "Sounds and looks to me your expedition was a success! That's a most excellent example of a fossilised Kabutops from what I've seen, Where did you find this one?"

    “The collusuem” Matthew replied as the scientist expressed his surprise

    "The Colosseum, you say? I have to admit, I never knew such intact specimens could be found there, considering the circumstances. Then again, we're not actually scheduled to excavate that area yet, but these findings could certainly warrant priority over that sector, , I've wasted enough time with my babbling -- let's see what we can do with this."

    Matthew chuckled to himself as the scientist rambled to himself before he felt the fossil weight lifted slightly, Glen moving across to support him as they carried the fossil away, Matthew lead blindingly to one of the corners of the laboratory, bringing him to a machine that looked like a containment chamber with reinforced doors.

    "You might already know this, but this is one of the resurrection machines we use, standard issue through the continents. We haven't actually had the chance to use them, though; these machines use up a considerable amount of power and we have barely enough electricity to get by normal duties here in this outpost. If the crystals work, one major development will be saving us high energy costs in our research, and we won't need to have these guys on permanent standby."

    Matthew rubbed his chin lightly, learning about the machine having never heard of it before, the piece of electrical equipment a fascinating study with Glen as an informative host. As he daydreamed, Matthew was interrupted by the sliding doors being activated, Matthew putting the fossil inside the machine as Glen shut the door behind them. Twitching his head, Matthew saw Glen run back to his workstation, peering over his microscope before turning back to him as he walked forward, Matthew curious to see what the scientist planned to do with the Petri dish in his hand.

    "If my theory is correct, these crystals should allow not only reanimate fossils, but also facilitate growth and repairing processes, this should make up for the deformities and missing parts of anatomy in this specimen. If the test proves successful, we should be able to progress on to cloning full living Pokémon out of even minute traces of DNA."

    Matthew nodded half-heartedly, understanding but at the same time slightly confused. With no experience in the machinery, Matthew stood and watched as he saw Glen deposit the Petri dish into a slot reminding him of a Pokédex, linking to an usual videophones. After a loud tapping of the buttons, Matthew saw a display of a heavily magnified fragment on the green display monitor as Glen typed in the conformation code, dialing buttons as an energy level indicator light up.

    "This dial regulates the power that goes into the machine's mechanisms, we just need a reading enough to resurrect this Kabutops, and... did you say something?"

    Matthew shook his head, shocked at the question as he began to speak, the ‘N’ coming out but stopped instantaneously as the word Power rung round his ears in a faint whisper. As Matthew tried to open his mouth, he was interrupted again by the control box suddenly crackling with a wave of purple lightning.

    “That power level has to be over nine thousand” Matthew said as he stood gob smacked at the machine.

    "What in the--?!" Matthew and Glen stood together as the shock seized him, Glen desperately pushing a button with the words “Abort” printed on it. Looking down in desperation, Matthew saw the computer unresponsive as it fizzled with energy.

    "NO! GET BACK!"

    Matthew felt a painful sensation overtake his body. His shoulders felt numb as it spread through his limbs like wildfire. His legs fell to its influence before his arms and torso succumbed to the numbness. Matthew’s eyes flickered around, noticing he was no longer standing on the ground, the scientist pushing in by the shoulders.

    “GLEN?” Matthew called as the scientist as chilling wave of emotion rippled through his mind that, the sinisterly familiarity easily recognizable. “GLEN!”

    "Power..."

    Matthew snapped his head with reflex, the whisper growing in volume as it began to sound like a chant, catching his attention, drawing it to a faint silhouette etched in the smoke. Looking around frantically, Matthew spotted the scientist’s figure shadowed in the gas, looking thinner on one side.

    “GLEN?!” Matthew called before it was followed by another

    "Glenn? GLENN!"

    Looking around Matthew saw a group of other people dressed in scientific clothing. Matthew looked as they turned their attention on him, the widest-eyed stare coming from a young woman with her long black hair in a pink scrunchie.

    “No time to wait, Glen needs our help.” Matthew said as he stood up, not knowing what to do “He was testing out some crystals he got from a buddy on a kabutops fossil I found and the machine went haywire, I need your help. I don’t know what to do” Matthew explained in a hurry as he glanced back at the smoke, then back towards the group.

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    Here's welcoming SP-Eevee to the Lost Cities of Talas. Enjoy your stay!

    The Isle of Talas

    The Sphinx

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    Drawn to this neck of the proverbial woods in the worlds of Fizzy Bubbles, you find yourself and Claus beholding the Sphinx in all her mysterious, eminent glory. For the most part you were attracted to this place by intrigue and word-of-mouth above anything else, and while you can't quite boast the bravado that your Vulpix is exhibiting you're noticeably less nervous than you were when you had just begun your journeys.

    "Welcome, Kelly."

    Though you've already heard tales about the Sphinx, it doesn't quite prepare you for the warm, omniscient voice that seems to echo through every fibre of your being. You reflexively shudder at this; Claus glancing at you with a gaze that almost looks like a smirk.

    "Fret not, young Trainer. Only the foolish have reason to fear what lies inside, and yet the foolish fear nothing." The voice, upon further listening, almost has a smile to its tonality, and you look up at the Sphinx's unmoving mouth, yet expectant of the words coming from her. "You will find that your skills as a Trainer will be severely tested; not merely your battle instincts but also your ability to tap into the powers of your own mind. Triumph, and your rewards shall be great, but falter and find your efforts redundant. Do you understand?"

    Much as the Sphinx sounds kind in her advice, there's no denying that she still sounds deadly serious. You attempt at offering a weak smile as Claus paws the sand impatiently.

    "I see your partner seems to have answered strongly for the both of you," muses the Sphinx gently. "To go further within the hallowed chambers you must first pass one of my own riddles, and I have just the one for you.

    "It takes an hour for five Bidoof to construct five dams. How long would it take for a hundred Bidoof to construct a hundred dams?"

    Do you know the answer?


    Though with an increased amount of vigor the girl certainly didn't expect what came next.

    "Welcome, Kelly."

    The feminine voice echoed forward from the statue, catching both Kelly and Claus offguard. Though the vulpine quickly recovered from the sudden voice Kelly certainly didn't take it so well. Panicking, a sense of nervousness returning, she quickly glanced around the area for the source of the voice before finally realising. It was the Sphinx, the creature she had sought to visit. Even though the knowledge of the cat-like statue remained in the back of her mind it still hadn't eased the surprise she felt when the feline began to talk.

    "Fret not, young Trainer. Only the foolish have reason to fear what lies inside, and yet the foolish fear nothing." Even as the words continued to echo forward the rigidly carved stone features of the Sphinx's face remained motionless. It was a strange sensation, knowing that the words were being produced by something that remained so still. It was, of course, a statue but this further knowledge still didn't help shake off the uneasy feeling.

    All the same, the voice continued,"You will find that your skills as a Trainer will be severely tested; not merely your battle instincts but also your ability to tap into the powers of your own mind. Triumph, and your rewards shall be great, but falter and find your efforts redundant. Do you understand?" It seemed surreal, the tone was serious and straightforward, a respectful one that deserved an honest answer. Was she really ready? Well, she hadn't exactly come all this way for nothing... but then again...

    "I see your partner seems to have answered strongly for the both of you," the Sphinx continued. Glancing down at her 'partner' she realised what the Sphinx has meant. The small restless vulpine had chosen to paw the sandy grow impatiently, like an agitated Tarous ready to charge forward at any moment. Well, that did make things alot easier. She gave the statue her own reply in the form of a semi-confident nod. "To go further within the hallowed chambers you must first pass one of my own riddles, and I have just the one for you."

    She glanced round nervously, maybe she wasn't as confident as she thought. She had known before she came here that there would be riddles to be solved, that is, if the gossip was anything to go by which at this point it was. Though she felt confident in such problem solving she felt a certain amount of pressure being face-to-face to the Sphinx even if it never did move once.

    "It takes an hour for five Bidoof to construct five dams. How long would it take for a hundred Bidoof to construct a hundred dams?"

    It seemed simple enough, five Bidoofs would take one hour to build five dams so one-hundred Bidoofs building one-hundred dams would take alot longer... right? Thinking over the puzzle she soon realised a fatal flaw in her logic.

    "If five Bidoof can build five dams in one hour that would mean one Bidoof could built one dam in one hour too. If there were one-hundred Bidoof's building one-hundred dams it should mean it should take the same amount of time. Since one Bidoof makes one dam each in one hour so one-hundred should have no trouble making one-hundred in an hour! So, that means, it should take one hour for a hundred Bidoof's to build a hundred dams... so my final anwser... is one hour..."

    Kelly took a deep breath, all she could do was wait for the Sphinx to anwser...

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    The Lost City of Axal

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    Deciding to continue in a game of matching, you order Baltoy its next set of orders to which it responds in its usual sophisticated manner. As Ocorpis draws near with its mouth wide open, sizzling with dark power, Baltoy aims its Ice Beam right at the centre of the ogre scorpion's mouth, blasting him backwards as his mouth is completely frozen over from the inside. Barely supporting itself with his four stubby feet, Ocorpis glares at Baltoy at the failure of its Crunch attempt, emitting unintelligible noises as the ice prevents even easy words from being communicated.

    Performing a little victory spin, Baltoy's slitted eyes dip into a small frown as it focuses another variety of energy into the horn atop its head, firing the result as a Signal Beam which strikes the Guardian of Poison below its supposed chin. The attack on a vulnerable area does not go unnoticed as Ocorpis makes a noise that sounds a bit like a gag, but as it recovers and glares daggers at the both of you, you have a feeling that it's not going to be a lot easier now you've disabled Ocorpis' mandibular usage. Raising his vicious claws, Ocorpis forms insectoid energy of his own, sharpening the claw tips and firing a wave of Pin Missile at you and Baltoy. Most of the storm ends up embedding itself in the walls behind you, but in spite of its smaller size Baltoy still gets struck by a good enough number of the needles to spiral a little downwards like a crashing plane.

    As Baltoy rights itself you return your attention back to Ocorpis, and much to your surprise you see water dripping from his frozen jaws, and even a couple of steam wisps. It seems that a Fire Fang will be the next technique to strike you in the future...


    The Lost City of Sobek

    The Colosseum

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    You quickly run through the situation for the scientists, but what catches their attention is the mantra of "Power" being chanted with its sinister tonality. A couple of them gulp in distinct apprehension, while the apparent leader -- the young woman with the scrunchie -- clears her throat solemnly.

    "I'll need you to answer a few questions later, but for now..." Tossing a PokéBall from one of her coat pockets, she cries, "Maya, use Defog!"

    "YANYAN!" Bursting from its confinement in a humming sound wave, the clear-winged dragonfly wastes no time in her orders. Waves of energy slice through the choking smoke, cutting through the gases and separating it, but it only takes a few seconds for you to suddenly wish that the fog wasn't lifted, if only to avoid the shocking sight before you. Half of Glenn appears to be in a kneeling position -- specifically, his left half; the other portion looking most grotesque. Where his right arm should have been you see a most grievous scythe-like appendage, and two sharp toes appear to poke from Glenn's right shoe. Most horrifying of all is the scientist's face; the forehead obscured by a quasi-triangular plate while the right side extends to form a familiar skull shape.

    "I see times have changed," speaks Glenn, in a voice you recall is nothing like his; seemingly replaced by the strange unknown voice as Glenn's remaining human eye flickers with a brief crackle of violet. "No matter. With this temporary body I will soon regain my original power, and all of Sobek; nay, Talas shall bow before my might as it once did."

    "Who the... WHAT is that?" trembles one of the scientists, and you find yourself taking a step backwards as well.

    "I don't know. That's not Glenn speaking, that's for sure." Glaring, the lady scientist points an accusing finger at the possessed amalgamation. "What have you done to Glenn?!"

    "Ah, more meddlers I see. Meddlers I dealt with; meddlers I shall deal with today," sneers the voice. "You will find your resistance and questioning to be fruitless, child. Once I inevitably regain my true power I will see to it that your existence is rendered most tormentous. Remember the name...

    "Caiman."

    Another explosion, much louder and sharper than the last one, coupled by a crippling screeching noise, rips through the laboratory -- soon followed by a chain reaction that sends everyone flying out of the laboratory, through the vacant doorway ripped of its doors, the latter lying in a minefield of powdered shards.

    "Metal Sound and Ancientpower... Damn..." Grimly the lady picks you up by the shoulders, as the other scientists support each other, Maya flying about her head in alarm.

    "The lab! The lab!" "What do we do, Tina?!"

    "We need to evacuate; that above all else," declares the young woman, amidst the frantic cries of some. "Given the current circumstances we can't mount a successful defence. I will hold --"

    "No, Tina. You can't possibly hold... that thing back. You're doubly disadvantaged against a Rock-type," says one of the others; an older man with a mild stubble and neatly parted hair. "Leave it to me and Mynah to slow him down."

    "...Alright," Tina relents. "Don't get yourselves in trouble that you can avoid, now." Looking at you, Tina gazes you in the eye with an expression that you're not quite sure if it's determination or fear.

    "I don't know who you are, but above anything, I'm sorry you had to be dragged into this," states Tina curtly. "But I've a feeling if anyone can help us now, it's you. Call it intuition, but right now we need to get everyone out of the blast radius of disaster in the least possible time. Can you help us out here?"


    The Isle of Talas

    The Sphinx

    SP-Eevee
    After some internal mulling and debating you present your answer to the Sphinx, with a considerable amount of working shown, apprehensive at what might come. What if your answer proved to be incorrect; would you be prohibited from access to the chambers of the living monument?

    "You have thought and answered well, young Trainer," replies the Sphinx serenely, and you feel an instant weight lifted off your shoulders. "So long as you keep your mind clear and focused, you will penetrate the darkness of the unknown. Fret not, and trust on your own abilities; they will doubtlessly carry you far."

    With these words of wisdom the Sphinx turns silent once again, and with a slicing, grating noise a slab of stone seems to lift itself into a higher position, revealing a stairway already illuminated by the soft glow of orange flame. Gingerly you proceed with Claus, moving over to the enigmatic passage and going down its steps; a feeling of worry still unbanishable from your mind. This isn't quite the experience as described by the last person to attempt plumbing the Sphinx's depths. Was the inside of the Sphinx designed to change completely with each visit?

    Before you know it you find yourself and Claus standing in an antechamber, about the size of a small bedroom. Contrary to what you've heard, no Pokémon appears to be present to greet you, but the only way ahead is blocked by a stone door you have a distinct feeling can't be broken by brute force. Walking closer to the sealed slab you find that the centre of the door has a message etched into it:

    If:
    Noctowl = 461
    Skorupi = 154
    Weedle = 310
    What Pokémon corresponds to 250?

    Below the riddle lies ten square slots, and as you notice this Claus paws at your shoes, alerting you to a supply of tiles bearing the twenty-six alphabetical Unown. It seems that you need to use the tiles to place your answer in, but do you know what answer you should be looking for?

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    Quote Originally Posted by enchantress View Post
    The Lost Cities of Talas

    The Lost City of Rebus

    An ancient version of the 'Bermuda Triangle', Rebus is a mysterious city located dead centre of the cities of Solaris, Lacuna, and Axal. The city of prophets, Rebus appears to have been inhabited mainly by those who dabbled in various realms of the occult. Texts reveal that while much legitimacy was given to the Prophecies of Rebus by the civilisations of its era, it was shunned by those who lived in Solaris, most likely due to fear. It is believed its location, whether deliberate or not, imbued the area with special mystical qualities resulting in those born here having the natural ability to see into the future. Only a handful of prophecies have been found since the city was first discovered by modern day explorers, all of which accurately depict cataclysmic events that have taken place during past centuries. The most interesting of stories discovered tells of a horrific curse placed upon the Goddess Farity whose death, as the Goddess of Fertility and the one who injects life to the Island of Talas, will result in the complete annihilation of the Talasian race as the curse spreads into the heart of each city. To save their land and their fellow Goddess, the isle's respective Gods united to save Farity, drawing the curse out of her. It was too late, however, as the curse had already spread across the land and into each city, so they each called upon their powers to contain the curse within special objects which were then hidden away in their respective areas. Not ever wanting the objects to be found, and the curse unleashed before it could be destroyed, they united once again, this time to bury all of their civilisations and the curse along with them before it could spread not just across Talas, but into the world beyond. Their work done for the time being, the Gods then fell into slumber until a cure could be found, their dreams intertwined with each other's while they devise a way in which to break the curse and allow their cities to live again. If this story is to believed, then why are these ancient civilisations still buried? Could it be the curse was never broken?

    Areas:
    Rebus Village: The City of Rebus mostly consisted of temples built for the prophets, or of temples and shines to honour the God and Goddess of Mystery, so the residential area of the city was very small, consisting of less than thirty abodes because families who were not directly descended from the prophets rarely stayed long. Some strange objects have been unearthed here, many of them hidden in cleverly concealed areas within the various abodes. If you're lucky you may just stumble across one of these hiding places, and if you're even luckier may even find a nice little souvenir to take home with you.
    Stacey couldn't remember how she had found herself upon this strange deserted town but that fact didn't worry her. She quite often let her feet take her to where ever they wanted, more often than not her soul was drawn to the energies of the worlds and towns she wandered to and her body was only to ready to comply. She had heard about Talas in her travels from varying sources, the sound of an island where most of its cities were dedicated to archeological studies spoke to the scientist in her, even if it was a small part. As her mind caught up to her body she took in the place she was drawn to and gave a wry smile, she should have known. Before her was a small mass of ruins and delapitated homes abandoned centuries ago. The villages a dark forgotten arua to it and she breathed in the dusty air and let out a light sigh, she always could sense out the darker recesses of the world and she had found another.

    If she recalled correctly she had wandered into the City of Rebus, a home to those that likes to dabble in the taboo such as the occult and thus thought brought a smile to her lips. Perhaps she would find a diamond in the rough. Her mind wandered back to the last time she let her instinct decide her movements, she had travelled so far in such a short period of time and made some unforgettable memories and several interesting new friends, friends that could have forgetten her now. Her heart saddened at that thought but she brightened at the sight of the sleeping Pokemon in her arms, her link between those two times. Eve the Snorunt sighed in her sleep and shifted in her 'mother's' arms to get comfortable. Stacey had felt such an influence by her alternate self that she had a unqiue outfit designed for her next adventure. She wore a flowing dress in dark purple with bright pink trim that was fitting at the waist, the high neck line was adorned with beautiful rubies and held a purple hood that fit loosely over her head the top shaped like a witches hat. Even she could admit she looked nice dressed like a human Mismagius.

    Hearing soft padding behind her she was reminded by the third party in this equation and looked over her shoulder to the silent Jolteon following several paces behind. Her yellow spines were sharp today and pointed out like a barrier, her long yellow ears held back listening to all sounds this dead city gave off. Her face was drawn into a scowl as she surveyed the world around her not at all pleased to have been brought into a wasteland, her trainer should have left her at home, this place was not worth her time. As trainer and Pokemon locked eyes Anna glared and challenged Stacey's choice of vacation spot neither woman backing down. Stacey sighed and rolled her eyes as Anna grinned, a small victory, they all added up.

    "Keep up Anna," was all Stacey said before walking forward into the deserted town as Anna snorted keeping up her lagging pace silently laughing over her trainers choice of attire. Stacey would win her Jolteon over, and she sure a new adventure would be a step in the right direction.


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    Quote Originally Posted by Shadowshocker View Post
    The Isle of Talas

    The Sphinx

    SP-Eevee
    After some internal mulling and debating you present your answer to the Sphinx, with a considerable amount of working shown, apprehensive at what might come. What if your answer proved to be incorrect; would you be prohibited from access to the chambers of the living monument?

    "You have thought and answered well, young Trainer," replies the Sphinx serenely, and you feel an instant weight lifted off your shoulders. "So long as you keep your mind clear and focused, you will penetrate the darkness of the unknown. Fret not, and trust on your own abilities; they will doubtlessly carry you far."

    With these words of wisdom the Sphinx turns silent once again, and with a slicing, grating noise a slab of stone seems to lift itself into a higher position, revealing a stairway already illuminated by the soft glow of orange flame. Gingerly you proceed with Claus, moving over to the enigmatic passage and going down its steps; a feeling of worry still unbanishable from your mind. This isn't quite the experience as described by the last person to attempt plumbing the Sphinx's depths. Was the inside of the Sphinx designed to change completely with each visit?

    Before you know it you find yourself and Claus standing in an antechamber, about the size of a small bedroom. Contrary to what you've heard, no Pokémon appears to be present to greet you, but the only way ahead is blocked by a stone door you have a distinct feeling can't be broken by brute force. Walking closer to the sealed slab you find that the centre of the door has a message etched into it:

    If:
    Noctowl = 461
    Skorupi = 154
    Weedle = 310
    What Pokémon corresponds to 250?

    Below the riddle lies ten square slots, and as you notice this Claus paws at your shoes, alerting you to a supply of tiles bearing the twenty-six alphabetical Unown. It seems that you need to use the tiles to place your answer in, but do you know what answer you should be looking for?


    "You have thought and answered well, young Trainer," The Sphinx gave her reply as Kelly gave out a grateful sigh of relief. "So long as you keep your mind clear and focused, you will penetrate the darkness of the unknown. Fret not, and trust on your own abilities; they will doubtlessly carry you far."

    With the serene voice now in utter silence the sound of grating concrete taking it's place revealing a well illuminated staircase, it seemed very strange and far from what the last visitor had informed her. She didn't want to dwell on how this was phsyically possible, instead she proceeded through the revealed passage-way, an almost tangible weight of doubt still clouding her thoughts.

    Finally both Claus and Kelly seemed to have reached some sort of dead end, or so it would have appeared if not for the unusual markings on the wall. If Claus had not have alerted her to the tiles below she would have probably have never noticed them, or at least, not as quickly. Pondering for a moment she wondered what this meant. Various Unown shaped letters littered a small slot in the wall, at least, that's what she assumed it to be. Not to mention the ten slots on the well which would most likely fit the tiles quite snugly. Though that wasn't the problem, the problem was the engravings on the wall. Three Pokemon, each with a number. Noctowl to 461, Skourupi to 154 and weedle to 310. The question below then asked, what Pokemon corresponds to 250.

    The number 250, one she had remembered quite well as the number of Ho-oh, the legendary bird very few people have even claimed to see. Of course, maybe she was jumping in too fast in assuming that the numbers corosponded to Pokedex numbers... but all the same it seemed plausiable enough. However, as she double-taked on the various Pokemon she realised Weedle had been given a strangely large number. She hadn't memorized ever Pokemon's number but she knew for a fact Weedle was at least a lower number than that. Not to mention, Noctowl, that was part of the Johto dex and as far as she could recall Skourupi was from the Sinnoh region, so it would at least have a number somewhere over 350. It would make more sense for it to be 451 rather than 154...

    "Huh... wait a second," she blurted out loud as she had suddenly realised something. She looked to Weedle's number once more. "310... reversed that would make 013... which would be... Weedle's Pokdex number?" Looking to the other two Pokemon she noticed a similar pattern. Noctowl being 164... Fumbling about in her bag she withdrew a rather plain looking Pokedex and quickly scrolled through the various pages. It was true, Noctowl was indeed 164 and Weedle 13. A quick cross-referencing of Skourupi indicated the number 451 which was indeed 154 reversed.

    "So... that should mean 250 would be Pokemon number 052... which is... Meowth...?" Claus gave an agitated growl, obvious displeased at how long his trainer was taking in looking over such a simple looking puzzle. "M-E-O-W-T-H... meowth," she muttered as she placed each in the wall one by one. None of the letters repeated... though there was still four spaces left in the wall. Well, she didn't want to have to mull over this more than she already had. Taking a deep breath once more she stepped back, waiting for something, if anything, to happen.

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    The Lost City of Sobek

    The Colosseum

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    You quickly run through the situation for the scientists, but what catches their attention is the mantra of "Power" being chanted with its sinister tonality. A couple of them gulp in distinct apprehension, while the apparent leader -- the young woman with the scrunchie -- clears her throat solemnly.

    "I'll need you to answer a few questions later, but for now..." Tossing a PokéBall from one of her coat pockets, she cries, "Maya, use Defog!"

    "YANYAN!" Bursting from its confinement in a humming sound wave, the clear-winged dragonfly wastes no time in her orders. Waves of energy slice through the choking smoke, cutting through the gases and separating it, but it only takes a few seconds for you to suddenly wish that the fog wasn't lifted, if only to avoid the shocking sight before you. Half of Glenn appears to be in a kneeling position -- specifically, his left half; the other portion looking most grotesque. Where his right arm should have been you see a most grievous scythe-like appendage, and two sharp toes appear to poke from Glenn's right shoe. Most horrifying of all is the scientist's face; the forehead obscured by a quasi-triangular plate while the right side extends to form a familiar skull shape.

    "I see times have changed," speaks Glenn, in a voice you recall is nothing like his; seemingly replaced by the strange unknown voice as Glenn's remaining human eye flickers with a brief crackle of violet. "No matter. With this temporary body I will soon regain my original power, and all of Sobek; nay, Talas shall bow before my might as it once did."

    "Who the... WHAT is that?" trembles one of the scientists, and you find yourself taking a step backwards as well.

    "I don't know. That's not Glenn speaking, that's for sure." Glaring, the lady scientist points an accusing finger at the possessed amalgamation. "What have you done to Glenn?!"

    "Ah, more meddlers I see. Meddlers I dealt with; meddlers I shall deal with today," sneers the voice. "You will find your resistance and questioning to be fruitless, child. Once I inevitably regain my true power I will see to it that your existence is rendered most tormentous. Remember the name...

    "Caiman."

    Another explosion, much louder and sharper than the last one, coupled by a crippling screeching noise, rips through the laboratory -- soon followed by a chain reaction that sends everyone flying out of the laboratory, through the vacant doorway ripped of its doors, the latter lying in a minefield of powdered shards.

    "Metal Sound and Ancientpower... Damn..." Grimly the lady picks you up by the shoulders, as the other scientists support each other, Maya flying about her head in alarm.

    "The lab! The lab!" "What do we do, Tina?!"

    "We need to evacuate; that above all else," declares the young woman, amidst the frantic cries of some. "Given the current circumstances we can't mount a successful defence. I will hold --"

    "No, Tina. You can't possibly hold... that thing back. You're doubly disadvantaged against a Rock-type," says one of the others; an older man with a mild stubble and neatly parted hair. "Leave it to me and Mynah to slow him down."

    "...Alright," Tina relents. "Don't get yourselves in trouble that you can avoid, now." Looking at you, Tina gazes you in the eye with an expression that you're not quite sure if it's determination or fear.

    "I don't know who you are, but above anything, I'm sorry you had to be dragged into this," states Tina curtly. "But I've a feeling if anyone can help us now, it's you. Call it intuition, but right now we need to get everyone out of the blast radius of disaster in the least possible time. Can you help us out here?"
    Stammering as he quickly ran through his situation to the scientist, he looked around to anything in reach of hand that he could use to find to explain his innocent, staring with bleary vision at the discerning equipment that surrounded him, each one clean and white. Within a few seconds, Matthew found his explanation interrupted by the chant of the ever familiar “Power”, its sinister tone still sending a shiver down Matthew’s spine. Looking back at the scientist group he was relieved to find some of the gulp, a weight lifted off his shoulder as he clocked the apparent leader, one blonde haired lady with a scrunchie, clearing her throat as he looked at her.

    "I'll need you to answer a few questions later, but for now... Maya, use Defog!"

    Matthew nodded at her statement, watching her carefully as she tossed a Pokéball into the air from one of her coat pockets. As the ball exploded he saw a strange bug pokémon with little horns. Quickly scrambling into his pocket he found his Pokédex as he flicked it open as the automated voice muted the information, the trainer deciding that he didn’t have enough time for the information. Looking back down, he read that the pokémon in front of him was a Yanma, the dragonfly buzzing in the background.

    Matthew watched as the Pokémon sliced flying energy from its wings, trying to cut the smoke, lifting the gasses. As the smoke lifted, Matthew stood wide eyed with his mouth ajar with surprise, Matthew stared down Glenn in a kneeling position, his right half a monstrous, grotesque creature, scythe-like appendage and two sharp toes. Matthew winced as he moved up to the face, Glens old forehead obscured by a quasi-triangular plate, the right side of his face extending to a form a familiar skull shape.

    "I see times have changed, No matter. With this temporary body I will soon regain my original power, and all of Sobek; nay, Talas shall bow before my might as it once did." The skull spoke as Matthew looked him up and down once more, the voice un-recognizable from Glen’s own, the remaining human eye flickering with a crack of violent purple.

    "Who the... WHAT is that?" Matthew heard the tremor in the man’s voice, taking a step backwards at the sight of the monster.

    "I don't know. That's not Glenn speaking, that's for sure. What have you done to Glenn?!" Matthew looked back at the woman, her glaring stare meeting Glen’s possessed forms.

    "Ah, more meddlers I see. Meddlers I dealt with; meddlers I shall deal with today," The voiced sneered You will find your resistance and questioning to be fruitless, child. Once I inevitably regain my true power I will see to it that your existence is rendered most tormentous. Remember the name...

    "Caiman."

    Matthew lowered his eyebrows, rubbing his forehead as he looked back at the monster, unable to figure out what the creature was and fearing for his safety. Within a few seconds, Matthew found himself off his feet with another explosion, the blast sending him flying out of the lab with the vacant doorways, ripped of its hinges as Matthew flew threw, the glass lying shattered on the floor.

    "Metal Sound and Ancientpower... Damn..."

    Matthew felt someone pick him up by the shoulders, standing upright stretching. Clicking his neck, Matthew looked around at the other scientists supporting each other.

    "The lab! The lab!" "What do we do, Tina?!" One scientist cried as Matthew turned back to the young woman, whispering to himself. “Tina, eh, interesting name.”

    "We need to evacuate; that above all else," Tina shouted again amidst the cries, "Given the current circumstances we can't mount a successful defence. I will hold --"

    "No, Tina. You can't possibly hold... that thing back. You're doubly disadvantaged against a Rock-type," Matthew nodded as he turned to an older male, his hair neatly parted. "Leave it to me and Mynah to slow him down."

    "...Alright, Don't get yourselves in trouble that you can avoid, now." Tina replied as Matthew looked back at Tina as she stared into his eyes, her eyes glinting with either determination or fear

    "I don't know who you are, but above anything, I'm sorry you had to be dragged into this, But I've a feeling if anyone can help us now, it's you. Call it intuition, but right now we need to get everyone out of the blast radius of disaster in the least possible time. Can you help us out here?"

    Matthew nodded, grabbing three Pokeballs from his belt.

    “RhyperBeam, Dom, Imapact, help me out here!”

    With his word the Pokeballs popped open to reveal his Rhydon, Aerodactyl and Steelix.

    “Impact should be able to escort the party, with RhyperBeam picking up any stragglers. Dom is a last resort, being rather tired from a recent journey.”

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    Again, we welcome another trainer to explore the cities of Talas; this time Arc_Angel in the City of Rebus. Enjoy!

    The Lost City of Sobek

    Research Lab

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    With a path of duty clear to you, you quickly fling out three PokéBalls from your belt, releasing your earlier-used comrades and a towering iron snake, although its blue sheen is clearly nothing like anything the scientists have seen before. Giving you a nod of understanding, Tina begins barking orders.

    "Move! Move!" she shouts, and as some of the scientists begin clambering onto Impact's long, serpentine frame, a few of the others follow your lead and fling out Pokémon of their own; bright flashes of light joining Rhyperbeam as part of the backup response team. Sudowoodo, Manectric, Haunter -- all ready to pick up anyone unfortunate to be left behind. A Gliscor swoops about Impact, cackling, as its scientist trainer issues a couple of commands. Shards of shine rip across the fanged scorpion as it executes its Rock Polish technique, before it dives back downwards, lightly brushing against each Pokémon sent out. As he receives the Baton Pass Impact suddenly rears back from the rush of speed now flowing in his body, though not to the extent of tossing everyone off.

    "Maya, Signal Beam alarm, now!" calls Tina, to which her Yanma flies ahead with wings screeching away, eyes flashing a dangerous display of warning. Holding onto one of Impact's spikes beside you, Tina turns back to the laboratory, where her comrades stand bracing themselves, accompanied by a Tangela and Piloswine.

    "Alright, let's move out!" shouts the young woman, though as you glance briefly at her you can't help but notice a glimmer of worry in her eyes. Like a living locomotive Impact begins to trundle across the grass, followed by the motley crew of stragglers...

    ***

    Hours later, as the sun begins to dip, you find yourself huddled around a fire with the scientists. By the time everyone within the vicinity had been evacuated and encountered for, the plan was announced to pitch camp for the night, or at least as far as another plan has been thought up. Other tents of various shapes and sizes stand all around you, housing the other visiting Trainers and local shopkeepers -- while the truth behind the incident was kept under proverbial lock and key, most of them have seen the laboratory explosion, and a light aura of fear lingers about. Luckily, some of the others had released Pokémon to aid in the evacuation process, but even after a successful escape the mood is still generally glum.

    "...So that's what happened," murmurs Tina, as you finish your list of events. "Thank you, Matthew, for being frank with us."

    "Tina? Do you think Mynah and Peter will be fine?"

    "They're two of our best when it comes to Pokémon battles, Rex. Combat science is their specialty, after all -- I daresay they'll know when and where to find us. They're resourceful like that," Tina explains. "But there's one thing that's bothering me..."

    "You mean how we've now got a half-Kabutops mutant for a colleague?"

    "No, I fully expected to see Glenn fused with an extinct species of Pokémon with enough power to blow up the labs," replies the de facto leader, sarcasm dripping from her voice. "I mean... there's something about what that entity said that I can't simply ignore."

    "Caiman?"

    "Right. Caiman... If there's any truth in the legends we found..." Raising her head, Tina meets your confused look with her own preoccupied gaze. "Oh, I'm sorry," she apologises. "I forgot you'd have no idea what we're talking about... Would you like to hear it?"

    "Really now, Tina," frowns one of the other women, folding her arms against a lithe physique. "There's nothing practical to be gleaned from all this. We're scientists, Tina! We do much, much more than put some hopeless faith into tales of lore!"

    "Oh, really, Lorraine?" growls Tina. "Perhaps you'd like to provide an alternative plan, then?"

    "I..." It takes the other, blonde woman a while to finally purse her lips tightly, still glaring at whom you can only guess is the other half in a rival equation, but ultimately the decision is still yours. Will you choose to listen to the story, or attempt searching for another lead?


    The Isle of Talas

    The Sphinx

    SP-Eevee
    Moving back after you place the sixth and final tile in place, you're astonished to see the six Unown symbols glow with a faint pastel colour of chiffon. Lines begin extending from the glyphs, bathed in the light's illuminating hues, travelling down seemingly predestined patterns along the area of the door, until the panel glows in almost blinding light. Before you can lift your arms to shield yourself, though, the door dims before sliding upwards in a grating noise, welcoming you to the room further inside.

    Feeling relieved at having passed the first riddle of twelve, you walk into the next chamber as Claus bounds about impatiently, and as you look about you realise this next chamber is about the size of a small field, the usual sort used in generic battles. A single doorway, mirroring its position with the one you just passed through, lies on the other side of the room, but as you take one step closer you see a fleeting figure emerge from the darkness beyond, running to the near centre of the field before getting up on its hind legs.

    "Meeeeowth!" screeches the Pokémon, extending its frontal claws in preparation for battle, and as this happens both the doorways slam shut. Looks like you'll need to battle for your way ahead...


    The Lost City of Rebus

    Rebus Village

    Arc_Angel

    As no stranger to the dark and despair, you find yourself at the edge of a long-abandoned civilisation suspect of dabbling in darker forces out there, with little more than two of your relatively younger partners for company. One of them is perfectly fine being cuddled in your protection, while the other remains most visibly annoyed at your choice of -- well, just about everything, as she grumbles at the exploration and sneers at your dress sense.

    Granted, as you walk through the dusty roads of Rebus Village, Anna's criticism certainly doesn't go completely unwarranted. Being the city of prophets, little of the structural demographic remains in residence, and there is little more than thirty or forty-odd houses of brick which have long since lost their lustre. With the sun beating down above you, the dark purple material of your clothing begins to cook you from the inside thanks to the albedo effect, and even Eve has started shifting a little more from the uncomfortable sunlight falling on her frigid body.

    "Grrr.... Jolt! Jolt!"

    Before you ponder over the possibility of looking for suitable shelter, you are briefly alerted by the irate barking of your Jolteon, and as you turn you see her poised for action, glaring daggers into one of the houses you just passed while her spikes fizzle with agitated electricity. You wonder if this isn't another attempt by Anna to make your life difficult, but considering how disapproving she was of your travelling plans it seems a little odd that she would find something that caught her attention.

    What will you do?

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    Again, we welcome another trainer to explore the cities of Talas; this time Arc_Angel in the City of Rebus. Enjoy!

    The Lost City of Rebus

    Rebus Village

    Arc_Angel

    As no stranger to the dark and despair, you find yourself at the edge of a long-abandoned civilisation suspect of dabbling in darker forces out there, with little more than two of your relatively younger partners for company. One of them is perfectly fine being cuddled in your protection, while the other remains most visibly annoyed at your choice of -- well, just about everything, as she grumbles at the exploration and sneers at your dress sense.

    Granted, as you walk through the dusty roads of Rebus Village, Anna's criticism certainly doesn't go completely unwarranted. Being the city of prophets, little of the structural demographic remains in residence, and there is little more than thirty or forty-odd houses of brick which have long since lost their lustre. With the sun beating down above you, the dark purple material of your clothing begins to cook you from the inside thanks to the albedo effect, and even Eve has started shifting a little more from the uncomfortable sunlight falling on her frigid body.

    "Grrr.... Jolt! Jolt!"

    Before you ponder over the possibility of looking for suitable shelter, you are briefly alerted by the irate barking of your Jolteon, and as you turn you see her poised for action, glaring daggers into one of the houses you just passed while her spikes fizzle with agitated electricity. You wonder if this isn't another attempt by Anna to make your life difficult, but considering how disapproving she was of your travelling plans it seems a little odd that she would find something that caught her attention.

    What will you do?
    Thanx for the welcome Shadow ^-^

    Anna's fur bristles and sparks every now and then as the trio walked through the duty deserted streets, distain written on her face. Stacey was observing every house they passed and every stone they walked on looking for anything that would pique her interest, there had to be a reason she was drawn here. Anna tried not to sulk but was failing miserably but this was boring in her opinion and she was above this kind of exploration. Add to the matter that the day was hot and humid and being covered in warm yellow fur only made her hotter she was not a happy puppy. Even Stacey had begun to regret her choice of attire as the sun's rays beat down from the sky making the dark purple material absorb the heat and begin to stick to her skin. Eve shifted uncomfortably in her mother's arms and winced in her sleep, being an ice Pokemon she was unaccustomed to such heat and it was disturbing her to no end.

    Stacey tried to soothe her fanning her face when she her Anna start growling up a storm. Turning to face her she saw her Jolteon's fur as sharp as possible, electricity arcing off spikes as she faced a singular building peering inside. Her eyes were narrowed dangerously all her instincts telling her to protect her trainer despite her dislike for her. Stacey frowned and approached Anna who didn't even notice her, too focused on the building. A thought entered Stacey's mind that Anna could just be being difficult again but another assessment of her Pokemon's form negated that thought.

    "What is it Anna?" she whispered as Anna ignored her. "Take us inside, you take point and should something attack then you know what to do." Anna growled not wanting to endanger her mistress, well her instincts told her not to but she obeyed anyway if only to face this threat and show it what she was made of.


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    Moving back after you place the sixth and final tile in place, you're astonished to see the six Unown symbols glow with a faint pastel colour of chiffon. Lines begin extending from the glyphs, bathed in the light's illuminating hues, travelling down seemingly predestined patterns along the area of the door, until the panel glows in almost blinding light. Before you can lift your arms to shield yourself, though, the door dims before sliding upwards in a grating noise, welcoming you to the room further inside.

    Feeling relieved at having passed the first riddle of twelve, you walk into the next chamber as Claus bounds about impatiently, and as you look about you realise this next chamber is about the size of a small field, the usual sort used in generic battles. A single doorway, mirroring its position with the one you just passed through, lies on the other side of the room, but as you take one step closer you see a fleeting figure emerge from the darkness beyond, running to the near centre of the field before getting up on its hind legs.

    "Meeeeowth!" screeches the Pokémon, extending its frontal claws in preparation for battle, and as this happens both the doorways slam shut. Looks like you'll need to battle for your way ahead...
    The theme of 'strange' seemed to continue as the blocks of unown shaped tiles started to glow softly, soon creating a blinding light that became dim almost as soon as it appeared giving way to a passage which would lead them to the next room. Even though things like this were going to happen throughout her visit she doubted she'd get used to it.

    Moving forward, or in the impatient vulpine's case, bounding forward, the two made their way into another room. This one being of similar shape but of a different size, a good bit larger with a greater distance to move around in. It looked almost like... an arena? Well, Claus seemed to catch on fast, looking forward excitedly expecting something to happen. Or, to be more accurate, hoping for something in particular to happen. When this something didn't come the two moved forward even further into the arena-like room. The door like the one they had left behind stood unguarded, just waiting for them to walk through. Though, things were never that easy were they?

    With a sudden whoosh of movement a strange dark figure quickly darted through the doorway, taking up a battling stance before screeching loudly. "Meeeeowth!" Unsheething it's claws it faced the two with intentions of attacking. At this Claus jumped, taking up a battle stance of his own, looking over his shoulder and awaiting orders.

    Well, it looked like Claus got his wish, a battle. "Right, so, what I need you to do is a quick Faint Attack to get in close to it for a Brick Break, hopeful that new TM will pay off. Finally end on a Confuse Ray."

    (Ooc: Here's the post with his current movepool if you need it.)

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    The Isle of Talas

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    Snarling as ferocious as he can, Claus needs no further instruction to kick into battle mode, disappearing in a blip of darkness, much to Meowth's sudden surprise as it screeches to a halt from its own charging. Before either of you realise it, your Vulpix reappears ramming his Faint Attack into Meowth's gut. Mewling at the unprecedented attack, Meowth barely has time to recover before Claus socks his paw into the feline's torso with the force of a Brick Break, and having taken two attacks in such quick succession it falls solidly to the ground, panting.

    A sneer plays across Claus' face at the swift apparent failure of its foe, but just as his eyes glint with the mystic power of his species you see Meowth lunge at Claus with surprising speed, clipping him on the nose in a slap. The turn now goes to Claus to yelp in surprise, but even as he meets Meowth's glare you find that he's too startled to continue with his attack. Verifying this with your PokéDex you identify Meowth's Fake Out, but few seconds pass before Meowth delivers a Scratch across Claus' forehead. Scurrying backwards at a safe distance, Claus growls at this now seemingly feisty opponent as you mull over the battle so far. Somehow Meowth seems to have dealt damage almost on par with Claus' blows despite taking a super-effective move, but another check with the PokéDex indicates that this Meowth happens to have Technician abilities, thereby adding further attack power to the Normal-type attacks it already boasts familiarity with. The odds certainly haven't swung in your favour as you might have first thought, and as Meowth opens its mouth wide, revealing its lengthening teeth, an emergency counter-approach might be the vital thing you need to make a difference here...


    The Lost City of Rebus

    Rebus Village

    Arc_Angel
    Deciding to give Anna the benefit of doubt this time, you give her temporary rein over the situation in case something endangering lurked within the stone walls. Like a hunter primed for action Anna stealthily paws her way into the structure with you following behind; a brief wave of relief washing over you along with the shade.

    Out of the other houses you passed by on your way, a first glance doesn't seem to glean anything outstanding or significant. The inside of the house is as dusty, dim and despairing as one might expect from a building that spent centuries, bordering on millenia buried in sand and forgotten memories. Yet something must have alerted Anna's senses, you reason, keener than your own humanly detectors. Sure enough Anna darts behind a dilapidated cuboid frame you can only assume was some form of furniture, and begins barking loudly at one corner.

    Going over to your Jolteon you soon spot the object that had apparently set off Anna's alarms: an ancient stone tablet almost camouflaged with the dust, itself caked with a choking layer of debris. Picking it up to shake off the unwanted particles, you realise that the tablet has been marked with what looks like a message:

    "I have discovered wonderful, yet terrible things. Wonderful, as I believe they provide a greater insight to the world around us, and terrible for that very same reason. The prophets have often proclaimed that not all knowledge can be mastered by mankind; attempting to do so could only bring ruin upon the world, for the structures that hold existence together as we know it would be breached. But in attempts to satiate my curiosity, I have plumbed the depths of the unknown further than anyone else has. A hint of knowledge I gained, but a savage price I had to pay: my attempts to communicate this precious knowledge to the world have resulted in futility. The words from my mouth, the words that I write turn into fanciful, undecipherable nonsense. All I can do is keep this information locked in entries, in hope that some day someone will bring them together and find the key to this knowledge."

    Pursing your lip, you take a few more minutes to reread the tablet over several times, but another growl from Anna alerts you, this time at the doorway.

    "Excuse me, miss," speaks a voice, belonging to a figure standing at the only way in or out -- a man in his early thirties, it seems, wearing light archaeological gear, sporting brown spikes of hair peeking under his safari hat, a neat stubble and soft brown eyes.

    "Pardon the intrusion; I hadn't expected to see anyone else within the village. Are you an explorer as well?" he asks gently. As you meet his gaze Anna's growling seems to reduce in volume, but you're not sure if she can be taken as a judge of character as she is with her nose. Just who is this guy?...

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    The Lost City of Rebus

    Rebus Village

    Arc_Angel
    Deciding to give Anna the benefit of doubt this time, you give her temporary rein over the situation in case something endangering lurked within the stone walls. Like a hunter primed for action Anna stealthily paws her way into the structure with you following behind; a brief wave of relief washing over you along with the shade.

    Out of the other houses you passed by on your way, a first glance doesn't seem to glean anything outstanding or significant. The inside of the house is as dusty, dim and despairing as one might expect from a building that spent centuries, bordering on millenia buried in sand and forgotten memories. Yet something must have alerted Anna's senses, you reason, keener than your own humanly detectors. Sure enough Anna darts behind a dilapidated cuboid frame you can only assume was some form of furniture, and begins barking loudly at one corner.

    Going over to your Jolteon you soon spot the object that had apparently set off Anna's alarms: an ancient stone tablet almost camouflaged with the dust, itself caked with a choking layer of debris. Picking it up to shake off the unwanted particles, you realise that the tablet has been marked with what looks like a message:

    "I have discovered wonderful, yet terrible things. Wonderful, as I believe they provide a greater insight to the world around us, and terrible for that very same reason. The prophets have often proclaimed that not all knowledge can be mastered by mankind; attempting to do so could only bring ruin upon the world, for the structures that hold existence together as we know it would be breached. But in attempts to satiate my curiosity, I have plumbed the depths of the unknown further than anyone else has. A hint of knowledge I gained, but a savage price I had to pay: my attempts to communicate this precious knowledge to the world have resulted in futility. The words from my mouth, the words that I write turn into fanciful, undecipherable nonsense. All I can do is keep this information locked in entries, in hope that some day someone will bring them together and find the key to this knowledge."

    Pursing your lip, you take a few more minutes to reread the tablet over several times, but another growl from Anna alerts you, this time at the doorway.

    "Excuse me, miss," speaks a voice, belonging to a figure standing at the only way in or out -- a man in his early thirties, it seems, wearing light archaeological gear, sporting brown spikes of hair peeking under his safari hat, a neat stubble and soft brown eyes.

    "Pardon the intrusion; I hadn't expected to see anyone else within the village. Are you an explorer as well?" he asks gently. As you meet his gaze Anna's growling seems to reduce in volume, but you're not sure if she can be taken as a judge of character as she is with her nose. Just who is this guy?...
    With the command Anna laid low on her haunches and padded in side the house ready to pounce should anything try to attack her or her trainer. Following a few paces behind, a switch on how they'd travelled here Stacey entered the shade sighing in relief as her body immediately cooled down. Even flet the difference in temperatures and seemed to relax more into her sleep as Stacey smiled down at her, happy in the knowlegdge that she was more comfortable. Tearing her gaze way from her babeh she scoured her new surroundings looking for any possible dangers and any reason that Anna was drawn to this one particular building. It looked the same as all the others from the outside and within was derilct, dusty and in disrepear. It was ot surprising considering the town had been abandoned and dead for a very long time.

    Anna leapt out from nowhere nearly startling Stacey out of her skin and ran behind a cupboard frame and growled at a corner of it barking a warning. Stacey approached her wondering what was there that could have possibly drawn her undivided attention and peering into the darkness saw an old piece of stone. It looked like a tablet and reaching down she picked it up several layers of dust falling off instantly and blew off the rest brushing the tablet gently with her fingers. Anna shook off her fur as a few wisps of dust landed there and glared daggers at her trainer stalking off but keeping a close eye. Upon closer inspection the tablet appeared to have writing carved into it and read the words carefully. It appeared that whoever made the tablet had discovered some forbidden knowledge that somehow made it impossible for them to communicate it to others. The author mentioned entries, did that mean there were more tablets lying around this house, around this village?

    Checking the tablet's writing once more she was alerted to a presence behind her by Anna's low but dangerous growling. Keeping her back facking away she hid the tablet in a secret pouch in her clothes and turned around. Stood behind her was a man in his early thirties dressed in plain clothes designed for those who roughed it in sand environments. His soft brown eyes met narrowed sapphire ones, her body language spoke for someone on high alert. The last time Stacey had let her guard down and trusted a stranger it had nearly cost her and several innocent people and Pokemon, she wouldn't make that mistake again.

    "Pardon the intrusion; I hadn't expected to see anyone else within the village. Are you an explorer as well?" he asked politely and although Anna's growling had lessened Stacey's wasn't dropping her guard that easily.

    "I am," she said simply her eyes dark and relentless, if he was a threat she would eliminate him as quickly as possible, she wouldn't let anyone harm her Pokemon or herself.

    "Who might you be?" she asked though it came across more like a demand.


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