Pearl's Perap: Update 1
Although each of the three trails seemed to provide no shortcuts to the monk’s hidden garden, the rightmost path seemed the most alluring. Your eyes light up as you notice the nerve-racking Staraptor caw fearlessly, dipping and diving through the canyon’s crevices as they pursue any stray rodents. Bobbing your head eagerly, a slight grin grows upon the pessimist’s face, “Superb choice Zak. When I was a boy, I used to play in this ravine”. He proceeded to vacantly gaze across the magnificent chasm, as if reminiscing on his adventurous childhood. Meanwhile, you couldn’t help thinking of the dangers a young boy could face on these ridges, surely he’d be prey in the eyes of the bloodcurdling Skarmory and vicious Fearow. Brother Abaddon gestured you and Dana to follow, leisurely ambling down the worn-out trail with Dux in tow.
Although the tightly knit ridges and curling paths gave a distinct resemblance to the surroundings you’d faced in days gone by, this region held a much greener ambiance. Coupled with the warm breeze wafting against your face, it seemed quite an ideal place to escapade. Gently flapping beside you, Gligar whizzes left and right, her eyes beaming with memories of her native land. Despite the fact the Pokémon Ranger was still missing and it was already mid-day, the warm abidance was soothing to your skin. Ambling down the tightly knit road and taking a deep whiff of the mountainesque air, you only hope that things would remain peaceful. The gentle chirps of nearby Starly bubbas calling for their parents, and further distant Pigeotto building nests showed only how bustling the range of Eyrie actually was. And things where only to get busier.
Hearing and apparently recognising the distant chirps, Abaddon suddenly stretched out his hand for a small, boggle-eyed bird to amply land upon. “Pepe, what brings you to these parts of Mount Eyrie?” the brother asks warmly at the chirpy bird. Shifting its eyes side-to-side in an abnormal fashion, the stubby bird exposed a folded piece of parchment lodged on the inside of his wing. Raising an eyebrow with an inquisitive smile, the elderly monk grasped the letter and promptly unfolded it. Unsure what was going on, you eagerly lean over the man’s shoulder and take a glimpse at the birdie’s note.
Brother Abaddon,As you finished reading, you noticed a slightly deterred look on the monk’s face. “Is she insane?!” Upon snapping in such a way, the stout Pepe pecked Abaddon’s hand before busily flapping into the distance. “This would take a few hours. Although our special banquet would be ruined without these ingredients, you mentioned a friend of yours in danger”. Nervously biting his lip, the pacifist looked your way in hopes of a verdict.
I’ve sent Pepe to find you, since we seem to be running low on supplies that can only be found in Mount Eyrie.
With tonights big feast, I won’t have time to fetch these myself, so I trust you and Dux to do so.
It’ll be a big help if you could bring them to me before dusk. Thanks!
- Ariados Poison
- Root of Torterra
- Dodrio egg
- Scoop of Sacred Ash
- Merciless pepper of Quetzlzacatenango
What will you do?
The Tree Forts
Weebos: Joint by your ever bustling chook of an ally, you and Razia amply stride through the unbearable humidity that was Lyanazia. As you meander your way through the dangling vines and large flowers puffing with exotic gases, the blazing sun shies through the upper canopy and blankets you and Razia. Whilst your fiery-blooded Combusken brushes off the heated fever, you can’t help noticing growing sweat patches budding on your top. After an assortment of jungle antics shared with your fiery friend, you finally find you’ve reached your attuned destination. Gaping in awe, you notice what seem to be circles of well-built forts nestled around the towering saplings. Rope bridges seemed to connect the few houses, and a handful of ropes dangled from their branches and into the shadowy undergrowth. Surprisingly, all was quite hushed and bare, with not a single primate in sight.
But what was this yellow and brown object innocently nestled on the floor? A banana! The crescent fruit was glowing a golden ripe; perhaps it’d make a nice snack for your drawn out escapade? It was just a banana after all. You bend to your feet and grab a hold of the yellow fruit, fingering its tip as you ready to peel it. Suddenly! A rustle of trees prickles your ears, Razia amply switching into a battle stance. Looking upward, you notice a pig-nosed Mankey nestled between the cul-de-sac of bamboo tree houses. The irate monkey waved its fists angrily, a pulsing vain growing on its forehead as its blood curdled to new heights. Suddenly regretting even touching the banana, you fret rearward in angst as an ear-splitting holler of ape screams swiftly ensues. Although unsure to react, you’re left with little time as a swarm of unseen primates leap from the trees, savaging you and Razia from all angles! One of the blaring monkey-pigs grips a hold of your face, socking you with a Karate Chop before you can react.
A few hours pass as you finally open your weary eyes. As the world slowly comes into motion, you notice your wrists bundled by a tightly fastened noose. A throbbing lump had since grown on your head, leaving you ever more fatigued and in ache. Beside you, your hardy Combusken seems to be just as beaten and, eying you up for a quick plan. Upon further inspection, you notice the two of you had been locked in a makeshift prison, bamboo sticks fortifying your tree-house keep. But what was this? Fastened like the two of you were a grazed Aipom and beaten Chimchar, both groaning as they also regain consciousness. There was no sign of the ragtag band of apes, perhaps you could find a way to unfasten your cuffs and make a nippy escape.
What will you do?