Lyanazia's Recorded History

[Weebos, Purveyor of Great Fun]

Welcome aboard Weebos! ^^ I hope you enjoy the adventure I have planned.



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.

Ouch!

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?

Weebos had arrived at the Tree Forts, and surveying the scene it appeared empty of inhabitants. Something yellow caught Weebos’ eye on the ground and he walked over to retrieve it. Holding it up he discovered that it was a banana, and Razia’s eyes sparkled with glee. As the trainer’s and pokemon’s eyes both twinkling with childish delight a Mankey appeared on the scene, and his happiness with Weebos’ possession of the apple was nonexistent. Before Weebos and Razia could react Mankey karate chopped Weebos in the face and he hit the ground.

Several hours later Weebos painfully jerked awake. Rubbing his aching head he surveyed the scene as he recalled the previous incident. Razia was eyeing him, she looked as throttled as he was, but now that he was awake she was ready for some planning. Quickly taking stock of his surroundings Weebos found himself in a bamboo cage, alongside an Aipom and a Chimchar, both badly beaten as well and slowly coming to. Weebos calmly waited for the two monkeys to regain consciousness before he proposed an idea that popped into his head.

“Okay, you two appear to have had a fate similar to ours,” he said, “and now that we’re all in this mess together I think we should work together to get out and possibly exact revenge.” He said this last part with a fiendish look in his eyes, “But first things first folks, we need to bust out of these cages.” Looking at Chimchar and Razia he said, “You two being fire pokemon can easily help us with that, here’s the plan, Aipom you come with me into this corner so we don’t get burned while Chimchar and Razia burn us out of prison, then we can decide whether or not to get the hell outta dodge or take our captors to meet their makers.” He looked at the primates hopefully and holding out his hand in a gesture of camaraderie, “Deal?”

[Emp]

The Tree Forts

Weebos: Feeling heavily fatigued and bruised, you clamber to your feet and bat any dirt off of your tattered clothes. Eying across the bamboo keep, it was apparent you weren’t the only inmate of the rabid primates. Razia sent a weak glance your way, wincing as he lifted his trim body, his talons flinching in light of the chook’s several grazes. Beside your comrade, Chimchar growled sheepishly as it stumbled in tow, the usually cheerful Aipom following the primate’s track. Coming back into focus with reality, a small light bulb flickers above your head, perhaps a scheme that could free you of the monkey’s jail. You usher closer to the downed apes, Chimchar’s flame barely glowing whilst Aipom was shifting its weight into its tail to stay upright. It’d seemed the ragtag band of Mankey had left a scar on the two, though you’d need their help if you wanted to execute a breakout. A bushfire was your plan, with Razia and Chimchar in the lead, and yourself and Aipom in the rear. A glimmer of hope flickers in each of the chimp’s eyes, Chimchar’s tail-flame swelling passionately. You make a pact, slapping your hand in the hub of the jail. Razia is first to connect, releasing a frenzied caw and smirking eagerly. The Aipom is quick to follow, placing its tail-hand above Razia’s claw and releasing a widening grin. The three of you turn to Chimchar, who still looks rather timid and wobbly. The fire-monkey pauses for a second before finishing the quartet of camaraderie!

“Chimcha!” he declares with a weak smile. With that, both you and the purple primate usher to the rear of the stilted prison whilst Chimchar and Razia take centre stage. You grip a hold of the bamboo walls, rickety as they where, and hope for the best as the chook’s eyes grew a fiery scarlet. The duo of fire-types suddenly tilt their heads slightly, briefly inhaling before exhaling a crimson inferno of spurs at the brittle bars. The fire envelops the green bars, dyeing them a smouldering black as they crumble before you. Clambering over the spacious hole, you calmly pace about the wooden treehouse with a keen interest. The timber walls sported several markings, depicting countless skirmishes and attention-grabbing tales. You finger through the various hieroglyphics, one making itself abundant above the others. A doodle depicting several pig-nosed monkeys attacking the tribesmen was shown, appropriately smeared in red paint. But amidst the stick-figure corpses was a slender figure with defined muscles and a fiery aura. The next panel showed it stick-figure trouncing the army of Mankey, natives soon returning to the treetops. It was somewhat unusual that the tattered illustration matched the daunting situation you’d found yourself in, perhaps it was sketched soon before the chimp uprising... You continue your escape, shrewdly grappling a hold of a makeshift stepladder compiled of thick bamboo sticks and ropey vines. The outdoors looks as tranquil as before, the tropical ambiance providing a relaxing pulsation. Several Yanma zip ahead, a family of Oddish scuttling bellow. The height was still rather staggering, perched in a hut balanced upon a colossal sapling. Having a finger of the vine ladders, you notice they bear a fairly jagged texture. Whether they could support you and your comrades was anyone’s guess.

What will you do?

Arc Angel: Surrounded by a heated bushfire as tension grows between you and the Croagunk, you find yourself faced with a daunting scenario. Looking up at the staggering treetops, a stout baby Aipom had found itself dangling from the hub of the tree house cul-de-sac. Barely gripping onto a wood bridge with its stubby fingers, you watch with suspense as it flails and wails. Something had to be done. A nippy reaction from a heroin like yourself. You send a cold grimace to the menacing amphibian, without words explaining how foolish it would be to desert you and your ghostly chums. He gulps heavily, not wanting a further beating from the two gaseous fiends. You then switch your attention to your comrades, urging the twosome to extinguish the flames and leaving Jericho to rescue to bubba chimp. With that settles, Reaper vacantly nods whilst Jericho bobs boldly skyward. The noxious ball of hot-air grumbles rather shrewdly as spurs of blaze shoot into his face much to his dismay. He shimmy’s through the fiery obstacles, spinning in befuddlement as he dodges the falling tree branches by the skin of his teeth. Noting the vicinity growing ever more unstable, Jericho orbits yet again and inhales to almost twice his size. He suddenly exhales a flurry of white tundra which downs upon the blazing bushfires with an ill-fated sizzle. Although pushing back the enormous inferno, the Blizzard does no work in extinguishing it.

“Aipapapaaa!” The high-pitched blunder echoes through the sack of poison as he suddenly remembers what he came for. The babies’ grip finally slips, causing it to free-fall en route of the distant undergrowth. The Koffing gawps in alarm, briskly thrusting forward and meeting the monkey in mid-air. Plopping on the cushion-esque head of the noxious sack, the Aipom keeps a tight squeeze of Jericho as they both descend. Whilst watching the intense aerial scuffle, you where unbeknownst to the fact Spiritomb had been warily creating a Icy path with his frosty breath. Things had gotten far too problematical at this point, Croagunk was eager to follow the path, scuttling forward until hooked back by his ghostly captor. However, you now had a chimp of a stowaway in your mitts, and the air was growing unbearably thin. With the path you started from consumed in flames, there weren’t many options to choose from.

What will you do?


Breezy Path

Pearl’s Perap: “I’ll find you when I’m finished Zak. I have several avian colonnaded across these mountaintops”, the monk amply replies, “We best get going then”. Abaddon then fingers through his pockets as the two of you clamber up to the vivid tops of the fine-looking backlot. You’re met by a sudden gust of wind as you reach the staggering canyon edge once more. Realising this was the setting of your first item; you squint across the open abyss in hopes of spotting a colony of three-headed dodos. You let loose a heavy sigh however as the only avian in sight are the budding Fearow and Staraptor you had already spotted. Turning to your comrade, you notice him hand a pale coloured utensil as he lifted it to his mouth. One could only wonder what it was, although the thought you’d obtained a similar trinket in the past niggled through your skull.

“You said you’d need the assistance of another Pokémon. This is the White Flute. It makes a faint whistle only audible to certain species”, he explains, fiddling with the pipe, “Humans can’t here it... But bird’s can”. Smirking slightly, he presses the white instrument to his lips and blows softly down its mouth. Although know music follows, Dana’s ears suddenly flicker in befuddlement along with Dux. Suddenly! A few distant caws reply, and before you know it several avian come soaring over the horizon. You gape in astonishment, trying your best to count the plethora of birds to no avail: several Pidgey, Hoothoot, Starly, Tailow, Swablu, Hoppip, Murkrow, Yanma, Togetic, Wingull, Tropius, Drifloon and Chatot, coupled with their evolutions now filled what was once a gaping canyon. Amongst them, a Hefty Dragonite and Slender Salamence gently fluttered above, releasing valiant war-cries raring to go. Completely bedazzled at the sight, you switch your attention to brother Abaddon who smiles back.

“We work very closely with the Pokémon around these parts, so they’re naturally quite friendly to us at the monastery”, he says, stroking the fluffy cotton of a stout Swablu, “I’ll allow you to borrow one of them to aide you and Dana. How about it, Zak?”

[Pearl's Perap]

Breezy Path

Pearl’s Perap: “I’ll find you when I’m finished Zak. I have several avian colonnaded across these mountaintops”, the monk amply replies, “We best get going then”. Abaddon then fingers through his pockets as the two of you clamber up to the vivid tops of the fine-looking backlot. You’re met by a sudden gust of wind as you reach the staggering canyon edge once more. Realising this was the setting of your first item; you squint across the open abyss in hopes of spotting a colony of three-headed dodos. You let loose a heavy sigh however as the only avian in sight are the budding Fearow and Staraptor you had already spotted. Turning to your comrade, you notice him hand a pale coloured utensil as he lifted it to his mouth. One could only wonder what it was, although the thought you’d obtained a similar trinket in the past niggled through your skull.

“You said you’d need the assistance of another Pokémon. This is the White Flute. It makes a faint whistle only audible to certain species”, he explains, fiddling with the pipe, “Humans can’t here it... But bird’s can”. Smirking slightly, he presses the white instrument to his lips and blows softly down its mouth. Although know music follows, Dana’s ears suddenly flicker in befuddlement along with Dux. Suddenly! A few distant caws reply, and before you know it several avian come soaring over the horizon. You gape in astonishment, trying your best to count the plethora of birds to no avail: several Pidgey, Hoothoot, Starly, Tailow, Swablu, Hoppip, Murkrow, Yanma, Togetic, Wingull, Tropius, Drifloon and Chatot, coupled with their evolutions now filled what was once a gaping canyon. Amongst them, a Hefty Dragonite and Slender Salamence gently fluttered above, releasing valiant war-cries raring to go. Completely bedazzled at the sight, you switch your attention to brother Abaddon who smiles back.

“We work very closely with the Pokémon around these parts, so they’re naturally quite friendly to us at the monastery”, he says, stroking the fluffy cotton of a stout Swablu, “I’ll allow you to borrow one of them to aide you and Dana. How about it, Zak?”

With both Zak and Father Abaddon settled on their own seperate item retrieval tasks, the boy turned to walk away, glancing over the landscape. The more he looked, the more he realized that there didn't appear to be any Dodrio or Doduo anywhere. Turning back to the monk, he noticed he was still stood firmly in the same place as he was previously, as if waiting for Zak to return to him with his query. However, this time, he appeared to be holding a flute of sorts, the sort one could make out of ash, if they collected enough and crafted it in such a manner.

"You said you’d need the assistance of another Pokémon. This is the White Flute. It makes a faint whistle only audible to certain species." Abaddon explains, the very concept of this amazing Zak and, as the old man fiddled and eventually began to blow hard into the flute, no sound appeared to be made. However, as he blew, Dana's head spun towards him, Dux having a similar sort of reaction. "Humans can’t here it... But bird’s can." This explained the two flying types reactions, but what was to come would shock Zak thoroughly.

Bird pokémon began to appear from all across the whole area, flocking to the cave entrance and the surrounding cliffs, following the mysterious flute's sound. The boy could identify every pokémon before him, several of which he had possessed himself in the past. The sight of the familiar parrot pokémon caused him to smile, his heart skipped a beat each and every time he encountered one of the majestic rarities. "We work very closely with the Pokémon around these parts, so they’re naturally quite friendly to us at the monastery." the monk speaks, bringing Zak back down to earth, his head quite in the clouds from the appearence of so many wonderful avians. "’ll allow you to borrow one of them to aide you and Dana. How about it, Zak?"

With this in mind, Zak eyed all of the pokémon before him, each one looked quite tempting, especially the flying types he had not commanded in the past. However, as hard as he tried, he kept turning his attention back to the parrot, who was now ruffling its feathers and tilting its head slightly. "I think I've made up my mind. I'll choose the Chatot." Dana glanced towards her trainer with a sigh, he was certainly a predictable one, but she was cheerful nonetheless, Zak had spoken of the parrot pokémon for a long time but she had not personally had the chance to meet one. Gliding forwards, she offered a claw to shake. "That's settled then, I guess..." Zak chuckled, "Which way would you recommending heading to find a Dodrio nest, father?"

[Arc_Angel]

The Tree Forts

Arc Angel: Surrounded by a heated bushfire as tension grows between you and the Croagunk, you find yourself faced with a daunting scenario. Looking up at the staggering treetops, a stout baby Aipom had found itself dangling from the hub of the tree house cul-de-sac. Barely gripping onto a wood bridge with its stubby fingers, you watch with suspense as it flails and wails. Something had to be done. A nippy reaction from a heroin like yourself. You send a cold grimace to the menacing amphibian, without words explaining how foolish it would be to desert you and your ghostly chums. He gulps heavily, not wanting a further beating from the two gaseous fiends. You then switch your attention to your comrades, urging the twosome to extinguish the flames and leaving Jericho to rescue to bubba chimp. With that settles, Reaper vacantly nods whilst Jericho bobs boldly skyward. The noxious ball of hot-air grumbles rather shrewdly as spurs of blaze shoot into his face much to his dismay. He shimmy’s through the fiery obstacles, spinning in befuddlement as he dodges the falling tree branches by the skin of his teeth. Noting the vicinity growing ever more unstable, Jericho orbits yet again and inhales to almost twice his size. He suddenly exhales a flurry of white tundra which downs upon the blazing bushfires with an ill-fated sizzle. Although pushing back the enormous inferno, the Blizzard does no work in extinguishing it.

“Aipapapaaa!” The high-pitched blunder echoes through the sack of poison as he suddenly remembers what he came for. The babies’ grip finally slips, causing it to free-fall en route of the distant undergrowth. The Koffing gawps in alarm, briskly thrusting forward and meeting the monkey in mid-air. Plopping on the cushion-esque head of the noxious sack, the Aipom keeps a tight squeeze of Jericho as they both descend. Whilst watching the intense aerial scuffle, you where unbeknownst to the fact Spiritomb had been warily creating a Icy path with his frosty breath. Things had gotten far too problematical at this point, Croagunk was eager to follow the path, scuttling forward until hooked back by his ghostly captor. However, you now had a chimp of a stowaway in your mitts, and the air was growing unbearably thin. With the path you started from consumed in flames, there weren’t many options to choose from.

What will you do?

Her choice may every well get her and her Pokemon killed but she would never forgive herself if she let and innocent creature die when there was every chance she could save a life. With their orders clear, even though Jericho thought his mistress was insane, both Pokemon began to save the Aipom. Croagunk pulled on his elash futily whimpering as the flames moves ever closer to the group but a harsh glance from the trainer stopped all objections and sat still looking somber as it resigned itself to its fate. Jericho floated on up wincing as the heat from the flames grew too close to his thin skin, he did not do well with heat, he had explosive gases inside him for crying out loud why didn't she send up the floating rock? He'd be better at this. Grumbling his distain he kept up his ascent dodging a fallen tree branch ... just sighing with relief and promising to have words with his trainer when he got back down. With the heat growing incredibly uncomfortable he inhales expanding in size before deflating as a large Blizzard escapes his lips which manages to push back some of the flaming inferno but ice was no match for fire and it remained, and would grow in size once more given time.

The baby Aipom cries out again and Jericho turns his attention to the tiny monkey as it finally loses its grip on the tree branch falling through the air. Jericho has a comical look on his face as he darts forward not wanting the monkey to end up splattered on the jungle floor, he'd might as well toss himself straight into the inferno for what his trainer would do to him. Luckily he manages to get under the Aipom as it lands on his head and suddenly grips tightly causing a pained look to flit across his face. He descended quickly as Reaper breathed out an Icy Wind across the jungle floor trying to create a path to travel through. Croagunk kept pulling on its leash wanting to follow the path but Reaper had a tight hold on him. As soon as Jericho had reached them Stacey gave him a look that said 'I don't want to hear it' and he clamped his lips together pouting. Stacey took the little Aipom from his head and held it tightly.

"Okay now we really need to get moving. Croagunk take us the SAFEST path out of here I won't hesitate to throw you into the flames for disobedience. Reaper, Jericho keep up the Icy Wind and Blizzard to keep the fire at bay. We can't come from where we came, we ... just need to keep moving. She sincerely hoped that she hadn't doomed them all to be burnt alive but looking down at the tiny Aipom huddled in her arms she knew she had made the right choice.

[Emp]

Breezy Path

Pearl's Perap: “Oh, ok”, he replies rather uneasily as the macaw flutters forth, “This is Crackers, he came from a-“

“CRACKERS!”

“-as I was saying, Crackers came from a school of tropical macaws like himself, although they soon migrated to the Cloud Garden. Crackers was only a bubba, and not the best of fliers. We took him under our wing for a while until we finally released him into the Eyrie Mountain Range”, Abaddon stretches forth his robed arm, Crackers suddenly perching on his hand and charmingly nipped at his fingers. Albeit wackier than the average Chatot, his abnormal twitching and creepy outbursts were what made him so unique. The monk uncoils his wrist, urging the multicoloured bird to leave his arm and flutter to yours. The Perap shakily flutters your way, gripping his sharp talons into your shoulder and bobbing his head to meet yours. As you nervously introduce yourself, the cheery bird produces a twisted grin.

“ZAK!” he caws affectionately, “♪ZAKZAKZAKZAKZAKZAK♪” he then chirps in an uncanny symphony. Abaddon raises an eyebrow toward the senile macaw before whistling over the tough-looking Salamence. He amply mounts the mythical beast and gestures a friendly farewell to you and your two comrades. As he leaves in a spur of light and awesomeness you notice the hoard of avian take course, scattering in their respected directions before leaving the wide expanse as vacant as usual. You remember your mission, the items you’d need by sundown. It seemed commonsensical to search for the egg first, with the several twigged nests scattered across the vast backlot. Hollering Dana to your side, the scorpion slightly envious of the attention you where sending the tropical bird, tows along as the stable airstream carries her leathery wings. Crackers unclips from your shoulder and takes centre stage by busily flapping his ruffled wings. It was time for a hike...

About twenty minutes of shimmying through the tightly knit boulders passes, you rub your fingers across the moss strewn cliff edge as you take another look down the void canyon. Sighing heavily, you lift your weary head upward to be welcomed by an oversized head sporting an 8-note. The macaw caws your name passionately, fluttering back and forth in an outlandish fashion. He takes a swoop for the vast canyon, chirping random words you’d previously slurred and pointing toward the apposing cliff edge. You stagger backward, noticing as luck would have it a budding Doduo. Nonetheless, the pair of dodos where mindlessly pluckling one another, struggling and squawking as they unknowingly drew closer to the staggering cliff edge...



Mystic Forest

Arc Angel: The flares grew ever closer, leaving your time scarce and a decision outstanding. Despite all instinct pointing away from the path, you had no choice but to follow it. The blazing bushfire was growing from all directions, making quick work of the treefort lumber and enveloping the path you came from. There was, no less, another alleyway. This path which was neatly trimmed by icy breath seemed to lead to a trail just as smoke ridden. You begin to cough as the thick ambiance becomes almost insufferable. Slouching your body to nip under the thick smog, you trail down the chilly path with the infant ape snuggled in your griddling arms. The three beasts promptly tailed your lead, Koffing shuddering to keep its volatile substances away from the flaring shrubbery. Reaper on the other hand remained as detached as always, tugging the fractious toad along like a ragdoll with no regard of his comfort. Upping your pace into a steady jog as you tightly meander through the thick of the undergrowth, you feel somewhat assured you can still hear the trio closely in tow. All the while, Jericho and Reaper bob through the trails of liana and buttress roots, Croagunk unable to reach his feet as he is socked by the various objects. After a breakneck escape from the daunting bonfire, you find yourself with a snoozing Aipom who’s mother you’d yet to uncover, coupled with a traiterious amphibian who could have very well lead you to your death. You stare forthwith, squinting as you find yourself before what appears to be a tattered ruin. Several Aztek-esque trinkets and brickwork litter themselves across the half-destroyed crypt, nothing but the occasional pillar remaining. Rubbing the pain off his bruised backside, the devious frog rushes to his feet and croaks you toward a small cavity nestled about the ruins before hopping into it along with the keystone spirit. Slowly mooching toward it, you perceive with keen interest a great golden sundial, shadowing a symbol of an orange sun. Other illustrations included a blue-ish raincloud, an auburn windstorm and an icy-blue torrent. Although fascinated by the relic, time was of the essence and you hesitatingly follow Reaper’s lead and plunge down the brick-strewn cavity. Despite objective to the escapade, Jericho snorts and barely squeezes through the pitch-black crevice. Screaming as you plunge through a thick of cobwebs, you soon feel the slabbed flooring beneath your feet, welcomed by a room uncannily similar to the vault in Memory Lane. The room was perfectly circular, sporting a emerald hue as the walls and floors riddled with damp moss. At the focal point of the rounded tomb sat a gaping pedestal.

“Hellooo...” a feminine voice calmly echoes, causing shivers to tingle down your spine, “I am a wisp and the protector of these hallowed halls”. Suddenly forming before you, a slender, hourglass silhouette gently sways from the frayed platform. The undersized ghostly figure had no facial features, no fingers, no eyes, just a round pallid visage and a trailing carcass. Her dazzling white her draped in all directions, white spurs of pure light causing you to squint in its sheer brilliance. Although at a loss of pupils, you could feel she was staring you and your ragtag line-up down, almost as if she was gazing into your souls. With the wisp paying particular attention to the noxious toad, he hastily counters with an uneasy gulp as sweat droplets trickle down his bald noggin. Reaper senses this and snarls rather heatedly.

“There’s one-hundred-and-twelve of you? Quite a turnout”, she comments before turning to the noxious amphibian, “and it’s not been long since I saw your face, purple one. Is the weather as you expected?” The three of you fall back on the sleazy toad, which whistles innocently and offhandedly averts your gaze. Reaper simply elevates his noose, the gagging shudders of the ominous frog providing him with ample amusement. Although somewhat engrossed yourself, you feel an ominous force tug your attention. Averting your gaze, your face is met by the mystifying wisp yet again.

“What is your business here, woman?”

[Pearl's Perap]

Breezy Path

Pearl's Perap: “Oh, ok”, he replies rather uneasily as the macaw flutters forth, “This is Crackers, he came from a-“

“CRACKERS!”

“-as I was saying, Crackers came from a school of tropical macaws like himself, although they soon migrated to the Cloud Garden. Crackers was only a bubba, and not the best of fliers. We took him under our wing for a while until we finally released him into the Eyrie Mountain Range”, Abaddon stretches forth his robed arm, Crackers suddenly perching on his hand and charmingly nipped at his fingers. Albeit wackier than the average Chatot, his abnormal twitching and creepy outbursts were what made him so unique. The monk uncoils his wrist, urging the multicoloured bird to leave his arm and flutter to yours. The Perap shakily flutters your way, gripping his sharp talons into your shoulder and bobbing his head to meet yours. As you nervously introduce yourself, the cheery bird produces a twisted grin.

“ZAK!” he caws affectionately, “♪ZAKZAKZAKZAKZAKZAK♪” he then chirps in an uncanny symphony. Abaddon raises an eyebrow toward the senile macaw before whistling over the tough-looking Salamence. He amply mounts the mythical beast and gestures a friendly farewell to you and your two comrades. As he leaves in a spur of light and awesomeness you notice the hoard of avian take course, scattering in their respected directions before leaving the wide expanse as vacant as usual. You remember your mission, the items you’d need by sundown. It seemed commonsensical to search for the egg first, with the several twigged nests scattered across the vast backlot. Hollering Dana to your side, the scorpion slightly envious of the attention you where sending the tropical bird, tows along as the stable airstream carries her leathery wings. Crackers unclips from your shoulder and takes centre stage by busily flapping his ruffled wings. It was time for a hike...

About twenty minutes of shimmying through the tightly knit boulders passes, you rub your fingers across the moss strewn cliff edge as you take another look down the void canyon. Sighing heavily, you lift your weary head upward to be welcomed by an oversized head sporting an 8-note. The macaw caws your name passionately, fluttering back and forth in an outlandish fashion. He takes a swoop for the vast canyon, chirping random words you’d previously slurred and pointing toward the apposing cliff edge. You stagger backward, noticing as luck would have it a budding Doduo. Nonetheless, the pair of dodos where mindlessly pluckling one another, struggling and squawking as they unknowingly drew closer to the staggering cliff edge...

[Aw, Crackers, how cute ;D]

Having become acquainted with his desired partner, an even more bizarre Chatot than normal known by the rather cute name of 'Crackers, Zak and the monk parted ways, Abaddon clambering aboard a huge Salamence before quickly flying off into the middle distance, quick to begin attempting to pecure the items designated to him. Not wasting any time, the parrot had already hopped to the boy's shoulder, digging his talons in for a good grip. Not wanting to fall behind, it would surely be dark soon and that would not be helpful for his hunt, Zak motioned towards the Gligar and Chatot and began walking. Noticing the FlyScorpion's jealous expression, the boy stroked her on the head with a big grin, the parrot was merely assisting for the time being, Dana was going to be round for much longer.

After quite a while of walking with no such luck in finding a Dodrio nest, the boy sighed, taking a little breather as he propped himself upon a mossy rock. It was at this point when Crackers swooped off alone, waving his metronome tail as if to request that Zak and Dana follow. Conforming, it became clear rather quickly why the Chatot had requested the two follow. Atop a cliff, two Doduo appeared to be sparring playfully. However, rather than being relieved, the boy felt a pang of worry. It appeared as though the pair of two headed birds had not even noticed how close they were to the cliff's edge.

"Oh...my.." Zak gasped, as an avid bird watcher, he would feel eternal sorrow if he left the two to continue playfighting right off of the edge, where they would no doubt plunge to a rather unpleasant and bloody death. "Dana, Crackers, we need to resolve this situation. I've got a plan, it might work..." the boy jabbered, "Crackers, fly to those Doduo, distract them with a little song and dance if you can. Whilst he does that, Dana, I want you to glide around to the cliffside they are so precariously standing near, when you're there, I want you to attempt to create a miniature whirlwind, one just strong enough to push the birds away from this perilous situation..."

As the two flying types processed what their commanding trainer had ordered, he gave his usual encouraging thumbs up and hoped for the very best...

[Emp]

Breezy Path

Pearl's Perap: Despite far from the sanest bird you’d ever met, Cracker’s zany antics where beginning to grow on you. He’d make a fine aide in your endeavour, homeraised in the serene landscapes and familiar with every nook and cranny. He points you forefront with an alarming squawk, wagging his metronome-esque tail in excitement. He twitches and slurs, flailing in a zigzag motion before plopping on your streaky hair. You and Dana take a moment to absorb the scenery, spotting out a sparring pair of Doduo on an opposing rock face. Their escapade had gotten quite out of hand, the two causing pebbles to roll off of the daunting slump, the dodos soon to follow. Partially pleased your on the right track, yet even more so concerned about saving the duo of dodo, you nip into action with your two conrads all ears.

“DISTRACT! DISTRACT!” he caws, doing rollypollys in mid-air as his ogles twitched. Dana gives you an affectionate embrace before freefalling off the cliffedge and making his way to the hub of the dilemma. Crackers however flutters above, switching to a somewhat bizarre expression. You’re unsure if he’s thinking really hard or constipated at this point, his face scrunching as he busily fluttered his feathered wings. He suddenly releases an ear-splitting caw which amply grabs the sparring birds attention. They rake up at the colourful macaw, their beady eyes blinking in befuddlement. The same constipated face strikes the Perap yet again, unsure what to do without any specific orders. Dana raises an eyebrow and releases a deep sigh, Crackers responding with a nasty snarl. Noticing the Doduo returning to their scuffle, Chatot nervously flutters downward and releases a second chirp. He suddenly begins to spontaneously tapDance, his Feathers falling all over the place as he wags and jigs. Suddenly, one of Cracker’s fork-like feet gets tangled with the other, causing him to squawk and flap irately as he falls flat on his face. The two Doduo return yet again to their arguement, leaving you sighing in angst as the small bird’s failure...

“♪ABC...XYZ♪”, reciting the alphabet in perfect harmony, the two Doduo youngsters are promptly lulled to sleep. Having finished his serenade, Crackers scowls at the face the two couldn’t stay awake through it, the twosome now resting on the others shoulders. Right on queue, Dana swoops in and busy flaps her leather wings to create a Whirlwind which gusts the twosome a safe distance from the cliff-edge. You sigh in relief, the two avian fluttering back to your side and clipping onto your shoulders. It was now up to you to decide how the snoozing Doduo could result in the finding of a whole nest of the fuming ostriches. As you ponder upon this, your shiny green pokedex begins beeping in your trousers, urging you unfold its clever design. To your contentment, the green-hued gizmo had provided an intricate list of statistics on the multicoloured macaw...

Species Chatot
Nickname Crackers
Moves Peck, Growl, Sing,
Sing, Fury Attack, Chatter,
Taunt, Theif, Metronome,
Attract, Encore, Nastyplot,
Supersonic, Swift, Uproar,
Twister, Mirrormove

[Pearl's Perap]

Breezy Path

Pearl's Perap: Despite far from the sanest bird you’d ever met, Cracker’s zany antics where beginning to grow on you. He’d make a fine aide in your endeavour, homeraised in the serene landscapes and familiar with every nook and cranny. He points you forefront with an alarming squawk, wagging his metronome-esque tail in excitement. He twitches and slurs, flailing in a zigzag motion before plopping on your streaky hair. You and Dana take a moment to absorb the scenery, spotting out a sparring pair of Doduo on an opposing rock face. Their escapade had gotten quite out of hand, the two causing pebbles to roll off of the daunting slump, the dodos soon to follow. Partially pleased your on the right track, yet even more so concerned about saving the duo of dodo, you nip into action with your two conrads all ears.

“DISTRACT! DISTRACT!” he caws, doing rollypollys in mid-air as his ogles twitched. Dana gives you an affectionate embrace before freefalling off the cliffedge and making his way to the hub of the dilemma. Crackers however flutters above, switching to a somewhat bizarre expression. You’re unsure if he’s thinking really hard or constipated at this point, his face scrunching as he busily fluttered his feathered wings. He suddenly releases an ear-splitting caw which amply grabs the sparring birds attention. They rake up at the colourful macaw, their beady eyes blinking in befuddlement. The same constipated face strikes the Perap yet again, unsure what to do without any specific orders. Dana raises an eyebrow and releases a deep sigh, Crackers responding with a nasty snarl. Noticing the Doduo returning to their scuffle, Chatot nervously flutters downward and releases a second chirp. He suddenly begins to spontaneously tapDance, his Feathers falling all over the place as he wags and jigs. Suddenly, one of Cracker’s fork-like feet gets tangled with the other, causing him to squawk and flap irately as he falls flat on his face. The two Doduo return yet again to their arguement, leaving you sighing in angst as the small bird’s failure...

“♪ABC...XYZ♪”, reciting the alphabet in perfect harmony, the two Doduo youngsters are promptly lulled to sleep. Having finished his serenade, Crackers scowls at the face the two couldn’t stay awake through it, the twosome now resting on the others shoulders. Right on queue, Dana swoops in and busy flaps her leather wings to create a Whirlwind which gusts the twosome a safe distance from the cliff-edge. You sigh in relief, the two avian fluttering back to your side and clipping onto your shoulders. It was now up to you to decide how the snoozing Doduo could result in the finding of a whole nest of the fuming ostriches. As you ponder upon this, your shiny green pokedex begins beeping in your trousers, urging you unfold its clever design. To your contentment, the green-hued gizmo had provided an intricate list of statistics on the multicoloured macaw...

Species Chatot
Nickname Crackers
Moves Peck, Growl, Sing,
Sing, Fury Attack, Chatter,
Taunt, Theif, Metronome,
Attract, Encore, Nastyplot,
Supersonic, Swift, Uproar,
Twister, Mirrormove

With no attack orders to complete, as Dana begins her designated plan, the cheerful parrot does his own thing. It isn't long before he has lulled the two Doduo into a deep sleep with a song. Eyeing the perfect opportunity to blow the bizarre ostriches to a safer location, the FlyScorpion whips up a miniature whirlwind, sending them both flying but not hindering their snooze at all.

"That's a relief..." Zak sighed, his simple plan working as a success, "If we are going to find that egg, we are going to have to wake them up. His brain had already began to tick the instant the parrot pokémon had lulled the two into their slumber. "Crackers, Uproar!" He knew he may live to regret asking the Chatot to begin an uproar, the attack was notoriously frustrating, but he knew full well that it woke up sleeping opponents.

"Hopefully, with the two Doduo waking up we will be able to get their assistance. Dana, send a few attractive hearts to potentially break the ice, let's just hope they're both little boys." Zak grinned at the Gligar, who nodded several times before beginning her own attack, "If they happen to give you any trouble, we don't want to hurt them, a little paralysis may be key, so thunder wave if necessary."

Standing back, the boy examined his yellowgreen pokédex, analyzing the small but rather interesting arsenal of attacks that Crackers the Chatot possessed...

[mew-the original]

Mystic Jungle

Once homage to the Lyanazian Empire, its amazing architects have now been completely overrun by the thick foliage. No matter how many endeavours the Lyanazian’s took to return to the forest, they’d always find their huts ripped apart by the brash lianas and consumed by the forest. It’s normally a very peaceful place where grass, bug and flying Pokémon thrive but the magical temples of the old kingdom have brought upon strange occurrences to the natives passing through. Should you find yourself in the incredibly fruitful rainforest, who knows what you may encounter.

Areas:
Garden of Iris: Floating high above the rest of Lyanazia, the ruin is said to be homed by the mighty goddess of nature and her many Shaymin. The ground is made up entirely of clouds which magically both supports any amount of weight and can grow many beautiful flowers and trees. It is hidden from view so it is mostly untouched by man. The only way to reach it is to climb up a rainbow that stretches from the ground to the clouds.

Throughout Tim's adventures in the glorious land of Fizzytopiea, he had encountered, and overcame many obstacles and tests of his valor. But now, Tim was ready to travel to a place where he wouldn't have to worry about constantly being terrified of what was around the corner. He was ready to travel the lush lands of the lively tribal zone, Lyanazia. Having recently heard about a garden in the sky known as the Garden of Iris, Tim thought it would be a great idea to trek through these cloudy lands, not to mention the great view it would have of the whole jungle below.

“Hm, so if I remember correctly, to get to the Garden of Iris, I need to find the rainbow stairway…” Tim said as he walked through the jungle, searching the clouds for any sign of a rainbow. While he searched the sky, a clone of Tim followed, mimicking all of his motions perfectly. Tim began to circle around incase he happened to miss anything when he saw the mischievous imposter. “Morph, cut it out!” Tim exclaimed, with a smirk on his face, the Tim wannabe emitted a pink glow and quickly turned into a small pile of pink goo, but this wasn’t any goo, it was Tim’s adventure assistant, Morph the Ditto. “Dit! Dit! Dit, dit!” laughed the little blob as it’s trainer let out a large sigh and pinched his brow as a way to calm down. “Let’s just keep going…” Tim said as Morph oozed its way onto Tim’s shoulder. The two continued their search; looking high into the sky, then low on the floor, not a single rainbow was found. Suddenly, Tim began to see the faintest colors of a rainbow. “There it is!” Tim shouted in excitement. The two ran through the forest and quickly made their way to the rainbow stair case and began their climb to the Garden of Iris!

[Emp]

Breezy Path

Pearl: The two avian had worked as a team and below and behold achieved their objective. Nonetheless you had a hitch in your plan, ticking the first item from your checklist was to grow knotty as the duo of dodos endearing snuggled into a siesta. Crackers on the other hand was less than happy his beautiful serenade had evoked such slumber, boiling in frenzy as he fluttered over to you. He nuzzled his little head in your backpack, avidly searching for a marker pen to graffiti the faces of the chirpy birds. You grab a hold of the crazy bird by his metronome-shaped tail, raising an eyebrow to the odd macaw as he dangled in your grasp. You instead ask him to wakeup the duo of dodo with a rousing uproar. Sighing and fluttering forward with a slight limp and twitch, Crackers grips his talons into one of the bird’s fluffy tan noggins. He takes a elongated inhale, you and Dana promply clapping your ears for what was to be a ear-splitting Uproar...

♪ON TOP OF OLD SMOKIE!
ALL COVERED IN SNOW!
I LOST MY OLD LOVER!
FOR COURTING TOO SLOW!♪

The two dodos wail in pain as their eardrums shatter in light of the god-awful drone. Crackers chirps enthusiastically, busily flapping his feathery wings and clipping onto your forehead. Noticing the grumpy mugs on the beady dodo’s face, Dana nervously flutters wayward and carpet-bombs the twosome with a shower of Attractive hearts. The two faces of fury are swift to change to a pleasant awe from the love-struck birds. With the two apparently male dodo well awake, Dana beats his leathery wings to meet you on your side of the cliff-face, crippling your jacket as she escorts you to the adjacent border. Folding away your green Johto-Dex, you eye up the two bubbas and kindly ask them for a tour of their nest. Completely unaware you plan to steal one of their baby siblings, the duo simultaneously bob their dangling heads and begin prancing up the steep mountainside. Quick to follow, you find yourself hastily meandering through jutted rocks and dipping crevices whilst your two comrades flutter ahead at a breakneck pace. After less than a minute of sprinting through the uneven terrain, you find Doduo and Dana come to a standstill, Crackers flailing onto his face in an attempt to stop. You peer over the vast expanse, another dip leading to a lush sanctuary of grassy terrain. Several Doduo playfully skipped to the watering hole, their beady eyes filling with glee as they gush the fresh mountain water. More to your interest, several clusters of twiggy nests littered the breeding ground, each filled to the rim with plump ostrich eggs. Not to be outdone, your in angst to notice several large Dodrio patrolling the nests with their motherly instincts on a high. Considering a way to snatch the eggs, you feel the small Doduo tug your sleeve, ushering you to play in the watering hole with it...


Garden of Iris

Mewsic: Wavering upon a new region of the fast Fizzy Bubbles to enter, you settle on the vast jungles of Lyanazia, bustling with exotic plants and leafy wildlife. The tropical atoll was ledged to be older than time, and as you shimmied through the towering roots and dangling liana you set your tracks on the fabled paradise where it all began. Longing to discover the mystifying garden said to be homed to an ancient goddess, you tread through the Emerald Jungle in search of its rainbow trail. Unsure on how to find the multihued path, you aimlessly get acquainted with the humid safari. You’d chosen a particularly hot day to embark upon the lush Island, fortunately the shade of the upper canopy provides you with some solace as the spurs of sunlight break up into shadowed patches on the mud-strewn floor. As you beat away the droplets of sweat from your forehead, a pink flurry of goo shapes itself on your shoulder, chirping cheerily as it shapes into various jungle Pokémon. A trio Tangela scuttle below, scurrying beneath the muddy undergrowth and kicking up dead leaves in their wake. Morph beams with curiosity, the bubba ditto transforming into the knotted shrub in hopes of joining the fun. You ensure to keep the Ditto close by however, still squinting for the glimmer of a rainbow stairwell. A few hours pass, and you suddenly start to notice odd tunics nestled upon the forest floor, coupled with debris of what appeared to be a tribal architect. You up your pace in curiosity, eager to stumble upon something other than the occasional Tangela or Yanma. Rushing past the Steelix-sized saplings and tattered pillars, you notice a vast expanse coloured with a stunning vista. A flat, tiled stretch of ruin littered ahead, adjacent to a miniature cliff edge and a gushing waterfall creating a small watering hole. Above all this multihued spurs refracted before you, an eye-striking rainbow stretching up to the fluffy clouds. Nonetheless, there was a steed guarding the gaudy trail, gently grazing on the patches of grass growing over the archaic tiles. The Pokémon leered up to you, startled to see a human in its presence. Its tan fur glimmered, white splotches budding on its bony back like something you’d never seen before. Sprouting from either side of its head were two brittle yellow antlers, the odd shaped appendages sporting a beady black dot on either side. The odd antlers evoke a strange sensation, making you tingle, grow dizzy, you find yourself having trouble keeping upright...

[Pearl's Perap]

Breezy Path

Pearl: The two avian had worked as a team and below and behold achieved their objective. Nonetheless you had a hitch in your plan, ticking the first item from your checklist was to grow knotty as the duo of dodos endearing snuggled into a siesta. Crackers on the other hand was less than happy his beautiful serenade had evoked such slumber, boiling in frenzy as he fluttered over to you. He nuzzled his little head in your backpack, avidly searching for a marker pen to graffiti the faces of the chirpy birds. You grab a hold of the crazy bird by his metronome-shaped tail, raising an eyebrow to the odd macaw as he dangled in your grasp. You instead ask him to wakeup the duo of dodo with a rousing uproar. Sighing and fluttering forward with a slight limp and twitch, Crackers grips his talons into one of the bird’s fluffy tan noggins. He takes a elongated inhale, you and Dana promply clapping your ears for what was to be a ear-splitting Uproar...

♪ON TOP OF OLD SMOKIE!
ALL COVERED IN SNOW!
I LOST MY OLD LOVER!
FOR COURTING TOO SLOW!♪

The two dodos wail in pain as their eardrums shatter in light of the god-awful drone. Crackers chirps enthusiastically, busily flapping his feathery wings and clipping onto your forehead. Noticing the grumpy mugs on the beady dodo’s face, Dana nervously flutters wayward and carpet-bombs the twosome with a shower of Attractive hearts. The two faces of fury are swift to change to a pleasant awe from the love-struck birds. With the two apparently male dodo well awake, Dana beats his leathery wings to meet you on your side of the cliff-face, crippling your jacket as she escorts you to the adjacent border. Folding away your green Johto-Dex, you eye up the two bubbas and kindly ask them for a tour of their nest. Completely unaware you plan to steal one of their baby siblings, the duo simultaneously bob their dangling heads and begin prancing up the steep mountainside. Quick to follow, you find yourself hastily meandering through jutted rocks and dipping crevices whilst your two comrades flutter ahead at a breakneck pace. After less than a minute of sprinting through the uneven terrain, you find Doduo and Dana come to a standstill, Crackers flailing onto his face in an attempt to stop. You peer over the vast expanse, another dip leading to a lush sanctuary of grassy terrain. Several Doduo playfully skipped to the watering hole, their beady eyes filling with glee as they gush the fresh mountain water. More to your interest, several clusters of twiggy nests littered the breeding ground, each filled to the rim with plump ostrich eggs. Not to be outdone, your in angst to notice several large Dodrio patrolling the nests with their motherly instincts on a high. Considering a way to snatch the eggs, you feel the small Doduo tug your sleeve, ushering you to play in the watering hole with it...

In no time at all, the two flying types pair up once more, following Zak's orders to a tee. With the Doduo still in a deep sleep, it was Crackers' chance to do what he seemingly did best, cause a complete uproar. Singing a rather elaborate and ear-splitting song, far different to his sleep-inducing ballad from the previous round, the two ostriches leaped up, awakened in an instant. Visibly disgruntled, Dana eyed her opportunity quickly, placing his pincers to her mouth before blowing a flurry of kisses to the two. With the attack, the Doduo began swooning over the FlyScorpion at once, they would be firmly in her palm, if she had any.

"Good job you two. Now, after those birdies!" Zak motioned towards the fact the two infatuated birds were now merrily skipping in the opposite direction. Plodding after the flightless birds, the fliers trailing behind, the boy gasped in awe. They appeared to have led the trio to a breeding ground for nothing but Doduo and their evolution, the pokémon from which Zak had to obtain an egg, Dodrio. From a distance, the trainer spotted a number of patrolling three-headed birds, each one looking a lot more hostile than their two-headed offspring. Beginning to plot, all thinking is cut short by a tug upon the boy's sleeve, one of the Doduo from before attempting to pull him to a watering hole to play.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt having a little play..." Zak spoke in a kind manner to the playful bird. Following after the Doduo, the boy hollered to the Gligar and Chatot come close, "Fly up and scout the area, try and find a nest that hasn't got one of those powerful Dodrio on guard if you can." he hissed, pointing over to the nests before continuing after the dodo, attempting to form a friendship with the bird. A pang of guilt twanged within his very self, but he pushed it aside, one egg wouldn't hurt, he was sure...

[Weebos, Purveyor of Great Fun]

The Tree Forts

Weebos: Feeling heavily fatigued and bruised, you clamber to your feet and bat any dirt off of your tattered clothes. Eying across the bamboo keep, it was apparent you weren’t the only inmate of the rabid primates. Razia sent a weak glance your way, wincing as he lifted his trim body, his talons flinching in light of the chook’s several grazes. Beside your comrade, Chimchar growled sheepishly as it stumbled in tow, the usually cheerful Aipom following the primate’s track. Coming back into focus with reality, a small light bulb flickers above your head, perhaps a scheme that could free you of the monkey’s jail. You usher closer to the downed apes, Chimchar’s flame barely glowing whilst Aipom was shifting its weight into its tail to stay upright. It’d seemed the ragtag band of Mankey had left a scar on the two, though you’d need their help if you wanted to execute a breakout. A bushfire was your plan, with Razia and Chimchar in the lead, and yourself and Aipom in the rear. A glimmer of hope flickers in each of the chimp’s eyes, Chimchar’s tail-flame swelling passionately. You make a pact, slapping your hand in the hub of the jail. Razia is first to connect, releasing a frenzied caw and smirking eagerly. The Aipom is quick to follow, placing its tail-hand above Razia’s claw and releasing a widening grin. The three of you turn to Chimchar, who still looks rather timid and wobbly. The fire-monkey pauses for a second before finishing the quartet of camaraderie!

“Chimcha!” he declares with a weak smile. With that, both you and the purple primate usher to the rear of the stilted prison whilst Chimchar and Razia take centre stage. You grip a hold of the bamboo walls, rickety as they where, and hope for the best as the chook’s eyes grew a fiery scarlet. The duo of fire-types suddenly tilt their heads slightly, briefly inhaling before exhaling a crimson inferno of spurs at the brittle bars. The fire envelops the green bars, dyeing them a smouldering black as they crumble before you. Clambering over the spacious hole, you calmly pace about the wooden treehouse with a keen interest. The timber walls sported several markings, depicting countless skirmishes and attention-grabbing tales. You finger through the various hieroglyphics, one making itself abundant above the others. A doodle depicting several pig-nosed monkeys attacking the tribesmen was shown, appropriately smeared in red paint. But amidst the stick-figure corpses was a slender figure with defined muscles and a fiery aura. The next panel showed it stick-figure trouncing the army of Mankey, natives soon returning to the treetops. It was somewhat unusual that the tattered illustration matched the daunting situation you’d found yourself in, perhaps it was sketched soon before the chimp uprising... You continue your escape, shrewdly grappling a hold of a makeshift stepladder compiled of thick bamboo sticks and ropey vines. The outdoors looks as tranquil as before, the tropical ambiance providing a relaxing pulsation. Several Yanma zip ahead, a family of Oddish scuttling bellow. The height was still rather staggering, perched in a hut balanced upon a colossal sapling. Having a finger of the vine ladders, you notice they bear a fairly jagged texture. Whether they could support you and your comrades was anyone’s guess.

What will you do?

After listening to Weebos’ suggestion Aipom immediately counted itself in on the plan, however Chimchar, who served a pivotal role in the execution, was hesitant. The three conspirators with there hands together in a dramatic display of camaraderie turned to Chimchar, and awaited its decision. The fire monkey finally made his decision and placed his hand on the three others and said, “Chimcha!”

With that the plan was underway, Aipom and Weebos moved to the rear of the cell and the two fire types got to work. The combined might of the blazing assault easily tore through the cage and the four stepped out into freedom. Weebos and company proceeded to explore the tree houses. Weebos observed markings depicting a story. Leaning in closer he saw that there appeared to be a battle between Mankey and the tribal warriors, however in the middle of the fray one figure stood out. It was a muscular figure with a fiery aura about it, it was shown to be defeating the Mankey and saving the day. Noting the parallel to the predicament he was in Weebos digested the implications of the story depicted.

The group continued to clamber their way through the tree houses until they came upon some vine ladders. Observing them Weebos became concerned about how well they could hold any of their weight. It was planning time again. He turned to face the pokemon behind him and said, “Okay guys, heres the deal. These vine ladders are a bit shoddy, so we shouldn’t all go up at once. I propose that Aipom goes up first, being very light and incredibly dexterous I don’t think you should have a problem. Then I will go up next with Aipom’s help from about to make sure the vines can hold us, then Aipom and I can help Razia and Chimchar up, sound like a plan folks?”

[Arc_Angel]

Mystic Forest

Arc Angel: The flares grew ever closer, leaving your time scarce and a decision outstanding. Despite all instinct pointing away from the path, you had no choice but to follow it. The blazing bushfire was growing from all directions, making quick work of the treefort lumber and enveloping the path you came from. There was, no less, another alleyway. This path which was neatly trimmed by icy breath seemed to lead to a trail just as smoke ridden. You begin to cough as the thick ambiance becomes almost insufferable. Slouching your body to nip under the thick smog, you trail down the chilly path with the infant ape snuggled in your griddling arms. The three beasts promptly tailed your lead, Koffing shuddering to keep its volatile substances away from the flaring shrubbery. Reaper on the other hand remained as detached as always, tugging the fractious toad along like a ragdoll with no regard of his comfort. Upping your pace into a steady jog as you tightly meander through the thick of the undergrowth, you feel somewhat assured you can still hear the trio closely in tow. All the while, Jericho and Reaper bob through the trails of liana and buttress roots, Croagunk unable to reach his feet as he is socked by the various objects. After a breakneck escape from the daunting bonfire, you find yourself with a snoozing Aipom who’s mother you’d yet to uncover, coupled with a traiterious amphibian who could have very well lead you to your death. You stare forthwith, squinting as you find yourself before what appears to be a tattered ruin. Several Aztek-esque trinkets and brickwork litter themselves across the half-destroyed crypt, nothing but the occasional pillar remaining. Rubbing the pain off his bruised backside, the devious frog rushes to his feet and croaks you toward a small cavity nestled about the ruins before hopping into it along with the keystone spirit. Slowly mooching toward it, you perceive with keen interest a great golden sundial, shadowing a symbol of an orange sun. Other illustrations included a blue-ish raincloud, an auburn windstorm and an icy-blue torrent. Although fascinated by the relic, time was of the essence and you hesitatingly follow Reaper’s lead and plunge down the brick-strewn cavity. Despite objective to the escapade, Jericho snorts and barely squeezes through the pitch-black crevice. Screaming as you plunge through a thick of cobwebs, you soon feel the slabbed flooring beneath your feet, welcomed by a room uncannily similar to the vault in Memory Lane. The room was perfectly circular, sporting a emerald hue as the walls and floors riddled with damp moss. At the focal point of the rounded tomb sat a gaping pedestal.

“Hellooo...” a feminine voice calmly echoes, causing shivers to tingle down your spine, “I am a wisp and the protector of these hallowed halls”. Suddenly forming before you, a slender, hourglass silhouette gently sways from the frayed platform. The undersized ghostly figure had no facial features, no fingers, no eyes, just a round pallid visage and a trailing carcass. Her dazzling white her draped in all directions, white spurs of pure light causing you to squint in its sheer brilliance. Although at a loss of pupils, you could feel she was staring you and your ragtag line-up down, almost as if she was gazing into your souls. With the wisp paying particular attention to the noxious toad, he hastily counters with an uneasy gulp as sweat droplets trickle down his bald noggin. Reaper senses this and snarls rather heatedly.

“There’s one-hundred-and-twelve of you? Quite a turnout”, she comments before turning to the noxious amphibian, “and it’s not been long since I saw your face, purple one. Is the weather as you expected?” The three of you fall back on the sleazy toad, which whistles innocently and offhandedly averts your gaze. Reaper simply elevates his noose, the gagging shudders of the ominous frog providing him with ample amusement. Although somewhat engrossed yourself, you feel an ominous force tug your attention. Averting your gaze, your face is met by the mystifying wisp yet again.

“What is your business here, woman?”

With little options left to her Stacey stared down at the singular flame-free path up ahead. Reaper's Icy Wind had cooled down the surrounding vines and shrubbery yet thick black smoke filled the air, but it was becoming inevitably unavoidable. The Tree Forts were engulfed by the inferno, the now fragile timbers falling dangerously to the ground. The heat was becoming unbearable and evn though she had removed her shirt to escape it, revealing the white tank top underneath, Stacey was regretting that motion too as her bare skin screamed in protest at the nearing flames turning a faint red. Nipping under the thick smog-like smoke she began her trip down the path the baby Aipon wrapped up in her shirt in her arms protectively. Jericho quickly followed in her wake trying to keep as far away from the fire as possible not wanting to learn Explosion the painful deadly way, Reaper floating along behind him with Croagunk on its tight purple leash.

As the path became wider Stacey broke out into a jog her lungs burning from the lack of oxygen to use for the exercise confident that her boys were following closely behind her. Soon the smog began to lift a little as they left the thick jungle into an open area of land and she breatehd a sigh of relief. Standing up to full height she rubbed a kink out of her back and looked down at the snoozing Aipom now completely unaware of the danger surrounding it, Stacey wondered where its mother had gone too? Possibly fled in the panic and forgot its child, bad parenting indeed. Taking in their new surroundings they seemed to have found themselves in a set olf old worn looking ruins and as Stacey studied the carvings on the stone and the odd trinkets strewn about she guessed Aztec in origin but couldn't be sure, this wasn't her expertise! Croagunk chose that moment to interject itself into her thoughts as it ran forward as far as its leash would allow and pointed to a cavity in amongst the ruins and the frog disappeared along with Reaper who was keeping a tight lock on it. Stacey and Jericho followed the pair noticing with interest several pictures depicted on a monument before the entrance; a sundial obsuring a the bright circle, a blue rain cloud, an autumn coloured windstorm and an icy blue torrent, like a Blizzard. She pondered on their meanings for a moment before looking down at the drop hesitantly Jericho grinning at her waggling his eyebrows in a cocky manner. She swatted him away before leaping into the hole holding back a scream as she hit the ground falling to her knees. She heard Jericho cursing up above and saw his bloated gas-filled sac self struggling to squeeze through and grinned back, that would show him for mocking her!

Stacey took a long look around and shuddered at how familiar it looked to that vault in Memory Lane, that was not a fun experience ... stupid old hag, she wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her! Jericho eventually joined them moaning about the size of the hole he had to fit through as he looked at the room in disgust not bothering to hold back his thoughts on how gross the moss-covered walls looked. In the centre of the circular room was a singular pedestal and Stacey had a faint concern that Croagunk had brought her here as a trap, she would kill that little amphibian if that was the case.

“Hellooo...” a feminine voice calmly spoke out and Stacey nearly jumped out of her skin by the new voice, “I am a wisp and the protector of these hallowed halls”. Whirling around she saw a silhouette of what would appear to be a woman made completely from light no facial features but almost long tendrils of white hair moving from an unown wind. She was she bright Stacey had to shield her eyes but even then she could feel her non-existant eyes boring into their souls and could almost see her staring at Croagunk who was looking rather peturbed by the spotlight.

“There’s one-hundred-and-twelve of you? Quite a turnout”, she comments and Stacey frowns before an 'oh' of realisation forms on her face, 108 of thos were Reaper. “It’s not been long since I saw your face, purple one. Is the weather as you expected?” she addressed Croagunk everyone present turning to see what answer it would give. Croagunk averted everyone's gazes nervously but soon was left choking on his noose as Reaper grinned maniacally enjoying the pain he was causing the frog. Suddenly Stacey felt a force tug her head back round to squint at the Wisp as she addressed her: “What is your business here, woman?” it asked and Stacey felt a little nervous at the tone in its voice.

"It's Stacey," she said not enjoying being refered to as 'woman' " there are only 4 of us here, my Spiritomb accounts for 108 of those you sensed and you should ask your 'purple friend' here about we're here, he led along to escape the large bushfire outside," she said but felt compelled to tell more, did she want her to give her full story?

"It's a long story as to how and why we all ended up in this land, Croagunk and the fire being only the most recent, do you want to hear all this?" she asked not really getting any kind of repsonse.

"Well," she said clearing her voice, "I travelled to a place called the Cloud Garden in another part of the world, Memory Lane in particular with another of my Pokemon. We encountered a girl first, or a possessed Misdreavus pretending to be a girl. After she was defeated an old woman revealed herself as asked us to follow her, we did merely out of curiosity since she knew about the dark entitiy possessing the ghost and lead us to a crypt and thats when Reaper my Spiritomb joined us. As we entered we came across a room similar to this and there was a well filled with dark energy. The old woman's Dusknoir became possessed and we fought him whilst she performed an exorcism managing to do so successfully. After that she promised that she would tell us more of these dark forces but instead pushed us down that well and we ended up in this jungle." Stacey grumbled at that last part. "Ermm ... well after that we nearly got trampled on by a Giratina of all things, tried to find some form of civilization wandered upon this frog who attacked us," she growled at him and he shrank back" then then fire became too dangerous to avoid and we ran ... and thats it," Stacey finished grinning sheepishly.

[mew-the original]

Garden of Iris

Mewsic: Wavering upon a new region of the fast Fizzy Bubbles to enter, you settle on the vast jungles of Lyanazia, bustling with exotic plants and leafy wildlife. The tropical atoll was ledged to be older than time, and as you shimmied through the towering roots and dangling liana you set your tracks on the fabled paradise where it all began. Longing to discover the mystifying garden said to be homed to an ancient goddess, you tread through the Emerald Jungle in search of its rainbow trail. Unsure on how to find the multihued path, you aimlessly get acquainted with the humid safari. You’d chosen a particularly hot day to embark upon the lush Island, fortunately the shade of the upper canopy provides you with some solace as the spurs of sunlight break up into shadowed patches on the mud-strewn floor. As you beat away the droplets of sweat from your forehead, a pink flurry of goo shapes itself on your shoulder, chirping cheerily as it shapes into various jungle Pokémon. A trio Tangela scuttle below, scurrying beneath the muddy undergrowth and kicking up dead leaves in their wake. Morph beams with curiosity, the bubba ditto transforming into the knotted shrub in hopes of joining the fun. You ensure to keep the Ditto close by however, still squinting for the glimmer of a rainbow stairwell. A few hours pass, and you suddenly start to notice odd tunics nestled upon the forest floor, coupled with debris of what appeared to be a tribal architect. You up your pace in curiosity, eager to stumble upon something other than the occasional Tangela or Yanma. Rushing past the Steelix-sized saplings and tattered pillars, you notice a vast expanse coloured with a stunning vista. A flat, tiled stretch of ruin littered ahead, adjacent to a miniature cliff edge and a gushing waterfall creating a small watering hole. Above all this multihued spurs refracted before you, an eye-striking rainbow stretching up to the fluffy clouds. Nonetheless, there was a steed guarding the gaudy trail, gently grazing on the patches of grass growing over the archaic tiles. The Pokémon leered up to you, startled to see a human in its presence. Its tan fur glimmered, white splotches budding on its bony back like something you’d never seen before. Sprouting from either side of its head were two brittle yellow antlers, the odd shaped appendages sporting a beady black dot on either side. The odd antlers evoke a strange sensation, making you tingle, grow dizzy, you find yourself having trouble keeping upright...

As the adolecent trainer, Tim, explored the jungle in the hopes of finding the entrance to the rumoured Garden of Iris, his companion, Morph the Ditto, was having fun transforming into pokemon left and right. Eventually, the pink blob settled with the form of Tangela and the two continued their search for the rainbow entrance to the Garden of Iris. After hours of walking, Tim came across some artifact fragments, "Maybe I'm close!" he thought as his eyes widened at the sight of the blocks. He began to run forward, leaving the viney Morph behind confused, but Morph soon followed its master. Just ahead layed the rainbow bridge Tim and Morph had been searching for. "Wow, this is it..." Tim said to himself as the Tangela shaped Morph bumped into Tim, not paying attention to where it was running. Tim didn't budge as he stared at awe of the rainbow while little Morph bounced off and quickly got up, mumbling in a complaining tone to Tim. Morph soon realized what Tim had been staring at and began to cheer, happy that they had finally found what they were looking for.

Though there was something Tim hadn't noticed, just ahead, infront of the Rainbow road, was the Big Horn Pokemon, Stantler. "Oh, lets check this pokemon in my 'Dex." Tim clulessly stated, not noticing the Stantler was preparing for battle. "Stantler, the Big Horn Pokemon. Staring at its antlers creates an odd sensation as if one were being drawn into their centers."

"Wow, that's quiet a pokemon there." Tim said cheerfully as he put his pokedex away. Suddenly, he felt a tingley sensation, making the young trainer feel dizzy. "Ugh, what's going on, I can barely stand...." Tim said as he stumbled around. "Wait, you want to battle!" Tim said as if he had made a discovery. Morph fell to the floor in suprise of its trainers thick-headedness.

"Morph! I want you to Contrict Stantler while I check what moves you are able to use!" Tim said as he struggled to reach for his pokedex yet again.

[Emp]

Breezy Path

Perap: You where a man on a mission, and with the abundance of oval eggs nested in the oversized bird’s nests it would appear your mission had become much easier. Nonetheless there was a hitch in your plan, a group of motherly Dodrio taking watch on their nests, ready to risk anything in veil of saving their young. With this thorn in your side, you attempt to think up a nippy alternative, a way in which you could poach the egg undetected. You suddenly feel a tug on your sleeve, the beady-eyed Doduo prodding you to join it in the crystal-clear watering hole. Although you had important matters to deal with, a relaxing dip would be a nice change from the relentless hiking you’d come so accustom to. Eagerly in tow of the twin bubbas, you and crackers scuttle into the crater-like nesting ground whilst you throw off your upper-attire, cheerfully lunging into the mountain springs. The water cool and refreshing, crystal clear due to the high climate. Crackers caws blaringly, unhappy that his downy feathers where completely drenched. The young Doduo surround you with a piqued interest, sampling the spring-water and chirping in delight. They didn’t seem phased by you or Crackers, although one could only wonder how Dana’s mission was going. You emerge from the water, squinting across at the clustered nests... Suddenly! You notice half-a-dozen maternally fuelled Dodrio firing warning blasts of Tri-Attack to fend off the Scorpion. Whilst they where comfortable with you and the brain-dead macaw, the same couldn’t be said for Gligar who were all too renowned for snatching eggs from bird’s nests...


The Tree Forts

Weebos: You finger at the vine-ladder, noticing it was poorly built and had weathered considerably over the years. There was no quick way to tell if it could hold your weight, so for now you look toward the light-footed Aipom to lead the way. Although far from the strongest of chimps, the Aipom would be quick-witted enough to help you or Razia should you loose your grip. You pull on the ladder once more, eyeballing another treehut which it trailed to. The small primate beams chirpily, snatching the rope with his pawed tail before swinging upward with an impressive show of aerial acrobatics. Scuttling upward with the knotted stairwell barely breezing, Aipom jumps onto the timber platform and patiently looms back over the three of you. It was your turn. You uneasily hold either end of the vine-ladder, your hands perspiring in light of the humidity. Getting a firm grip, you rest your feet on the ladder as it creeks awkwardly, losing momentum would surely result in the brittle lianas snapping. You begin your ascent, slowly clambering as the ladder swung in either direction. You it a rule not to look at the daunting drop, the distant undergrowth nestled with Spinarak and Scorupi. A few seconds pass as you finally make it inches from the wooden platform, jumping out of your skin as one of the steps in the makeshift ladder snaps and your leg gives way. The small Aipom instantly grabs you with his handy appendage, tugging you onto the surface with a surprising show of strength. You roll back over, outstretching your hand in case Razia or Chimchar needed your help, the two fighting Pokémon making easy work of the ladder. The fiery chimp scuttles ahead, barely heavy enough to budge to stepladder. Your chook of a companion takes more time as he uses his slender wings to provide him with needed momentum. You sigh with relief upon tugging the Combusken up to the platform, upping to your feet as you look for a way about. Suddenly! A brown projectile flings through the air, slapping across the purple chimp and almost causing her to flail off of the platform like a ragdoll. You fretfully squint upon the endless layer of trees, a few Mankey screams making themselves known. Wiping the brown substance off of its face, the Aipom shows a look of disgust upon whiffing its putrid odour. The purple ape flounders its lengthy tail, toward the source of the buckshot a flurry of Swift stars blustering across the trees like shuriken blades. A sudden squeal from the unknown amount of monkey-pigs can be heard as they begin readying their faces once more...


The Sundial

Arc Although quite intimidated by the stunning cadaver, you pluck up the courage to respond to the will-o-wisp. Her tone was bad-mannered in your eyes, and after correcting her you continue to explain your lengthy tale in a rather sarcastic manner. The odd tale of a Victorian girl, who was in fact a lonely Misdreavus pining for her young owner who was in fact “on the other side”. It was then your story became more and more ominous, encountering an odd gypsy who led you on a stroll through the decrepit craves of Memory Lane. You met with a room, filled with a dark entity which had been budding in its caged catacomb for centuries old. Defeating its host and sending it in retreat, you where left plummeting through a realm of shadows, somehow landing in the mystical jungles of Lyanazia. A draconic diety of darkness crossed your path, no less disturbed by something you had been sent to find out... Trailing on for quite some time, you squint up at the ghostly creature that looks as pokerfaced as usual.

“My child”, the spirit laughs in a rather sarcastic tone, “I do not care for your back-story, nor will I memorize it. I have no emotion, I feel no sympathy for you. I left my host millennia ago, I don’t remember much about my mortal life... My sole purpose is to protect an archaic sundial, its mystical powers capable of changing climates...” She gives you a moment to muse over this thought, her faceless complexion as mystifying as ever. Her body flowed with pulses of light, the white spurs pulsing off into her elongated tendrils. She then turns to you and Reaper, Jericho, Croagunk and Aipom, who was still snoozing in your arms. Her next sentence echoed above all others, as if pumping from the hallowed walls around you rather than from the white spirit.

“If you wish to create Sun, Rain, Hail or Sandstorm, play a game with me child. Although you must choose one aid with the power to tackle the weather...” she echoes clairvoyantly...

This is just a short puzzle, meaning once it begins you’ll only be required to type up a line of orders


Garden of Iris

Mewsic: Whilst struggling against the mind-control of the alluring antlers, you fiddle about your backpack for your nifty Pokémon Encyclopaedia. You raise it to your eye line, the dex’s light begins flickering wildly as it recognises the mighty stag as Stantler. You feel knees becoming ever more wobbly, averting your gaze from the mystifying horns and focusing on Morph instead. You feel the best way to reach to colourful trail would be to wrestle with the reindeer Pokémon, perhaps that’s why it was there in the first place. You usher an attack to the knotted shrub, one universal to all Tangela whilst you scanned for Morph’s additional moves. The ditto nods, his beady eyes blinking before jigging toward the intimidating Stantler. He instantly unravels his knotty tendrils, the bluish vines looping around the stag’s slender legs before Constricting their hold. The reindeer neighs in shock, throttling rearward as Morph is trailed around with it! The Stantler stomps at the ground furiously, the shrubby Tangela falling on his backside and loosing his grip. The deer continues to stomp the ground, galloping en route to Morph and ramming him with an unruly tackle. Ditto snivels slightly as he hops back onto his red sneakers. Just in time, your Pokedex begins beeping once more, the high-tech device fully installing Morph’s moves.

Species Ditto
Nickname Morph
Moves Transform, Ingrain,
Sleep Powder, Absorb, Growth,
Poison Powder, Vine Whip, Bind,
Mega Drain, Stun Spore,
Knock Off, Natural Gift, Slam,
Tickle, Constrict, Ancient Power

[Pearl's Perap]

Breezy Path

Perap: You where a man on a mission, and with the abundance of oval eggs nested in the oversized bird’s nests it would appear your mission had become much easier. Nonetheless there was a hitch in your plan, a group of motherly Dodrio taking watch on their nests, ready to risk anything in veil of saving their young. With this thorn in your side, you attempt to think up a nippy alternative, a way in which you could poach the egg undetected. You suddenly feel a tug on your sleeve, the beady-eyed Doduo prodding you to join it in the crystal-clear watering hole. Although you had important matters to deal with, a relaxing dip would be a nice change from the relentless hiking you’d come so accustom to. Eagerly in tow of the twin bubbas, you and crackers scuttle into the crater-like nesting ground whilst you throw off your upper-attire, cheerfully lunging into the mountain springs. The water cool and refreshing, crystal clear due to the high climate. Crackers caws blaringly, unhappy that his downy feathers where completely drenched. The young Doduo surround you with a piqued interest, sampling the spring-water and chirping in delight. They didn’t seem phased by you or Crackers, although one could only wonder how Dana’s mission was going. You emerge from the water, squinting across at the clustered nests... Suddenly! You notice half-a-dozen maternally fuelled Dodrio firing warning blasts of Tri-Attack to fend off the Scorpion. Whilst they where comfortable with you and the brain-dead macaw, the same couldn’t be said for Gligar who were all too renowned for snatching eggs from bird’s nests...

Taking a few moments to enjoy the cool waters alongside the Doduo and Crackers, Zak actually began having fun, since arriving in Lyanazia he had been on his toes rather consistently with various foes and obstacles, only now could he kick back a little and enjoy his time, whether he was on a mission or not. With the whole location seeming remarkably calm, considering Dodrio are known for their somewhat hostile nature when approached in their breeding grounds, the boy decided to check up on the Gligar, who was patrolling above.

It was at that moment that Zak noticed the worst thing that could have happened, the Dodrio had noticed the gliding scorpion scouting the area and, knowing a Gligar's tendency to rob eggs from nests for a quick and easy meal, they began to fire off tri-attacks, each head releasing triangles representing a different element. The boy had to act fast, if he was to run to the aid of Dana, he would surely get assaulted by the intimidating birds without them having a second thought. Knowing Crackers capability to relay human speech, he had a rather sporadic idea. Despite the Chatot seeming to not be completely with it, he grasped the bird, turning from the nearby birds.

"Fly to Dana. When you reach her, I want you tell her to begin creating a Sweet Scent to lure the Dodrio away from their nests. That's where you come in, if things work out correctly. With the ostriches following after Dana, you must swoop down and use Thief to obtain an egg from any of the nests, if you can. Good luck." As quick as he spoke, he threw the bird into the air, attempting to gain it a head start in assisting the FlyScorpion and obtaining their desired item...

[Emp]

Breezy Path

Perap: Calmly bathing in the cool springs, you take a sample of the fresh water upon realising it’d been almost two days since you left for the Cloud Garden, filled with nothing but scraps from the ranger’s base. Having quenched your thirst you bob your head out of the crystalline lake and sweep your shaggy her backward. Oblivious to you, Dana was franticly squealing as she meandered in all directions as the spitfire of colourful spheres ripped through the sky. You franticly coo a bout of orders to the wild macaw, Cracker’s impressive intellect allowing him to absorb the information. He caws chirpily before busily shaking the water off his feathers as he takes flight. Busily flapping in direction of the lively fiasco, the crazy bird easily nips past the dazzling projectiles and up to the leathery avian “SWEET SCENT! SWEET SCENT!” He squawks franticly to Dana who was less than inches away. The Gligar grimaces at Crackers for startling her, before swiftly diving to the outskirts of the crater. She begins wafting her wings as the perspire a flurry of golden wind, the gentle fragrance breezing through the entire nest. The half-a-dozen Dodrio settle as the relaxing Sweet Scent cools their heated veins. Crackers on the other hand twitches slightly before swooping down to one of the nests, gripping his talons into one of the plump eggs and attempting to swoop off with it. He struggles slightly, the large ostrich eggs almost twice his size, before turning to you desperately. Noticing his Theiving scheme all gone Pete-tongue, you feel another tug to your wrist. The small chicks chirp and usher you to follow them. Staying out of the mother’s way you jog across the water’s outskirts in an attempt to keep up with the Doduo brothers. They skid across the grassy prairie as they reach their attuned destination, a small cavern littered with a dozen or so unfertilised eggs. You sigh with relief as the feeling of guilt is gently lift away from you, knowing the death of a birdie wouldn’t be required today. You tick away the Dodrio egg from your mental checklist, heaving the large oval within your arms before calling upon your two companions who where still being plagued by the vicious dodos. The sun was beginning to lower, signifying it was late-afternoon. Time for the next item was scarce, what will you do?

[Pearl's Perap]

Breezy Path

Perap: Calmly bathing in the cool springs, you take a sample of the fresh water upon realising it’d been almost two days since you left for the Cloud Garden, filled with nothing but scraps from the ranger’s base. Having quenched your thirst you bob your head out of the crystalline lake and sweep your shaggy her backward. Oblivious to you, Dana was franticly squealing as she meandered in all directions as the spitfire of colourful spheres ripped through the sky. You franticly coo a bout of orders to the wild macaw, Cracker’s impressive intellect allowing him to absorb the information. He caws chirpily before busily shaking the water off his feathers as he takes flight. Busily flapping in direction of the lively fiasco, the crazy bird easily nips past the dazzling projectiles and up to the leathery avian “SWEET SCENT! SWEET SCENT!” He squawks franticly to Dana who was less than inches away. The Gligar grimaces at Crackers for startling her, before swiftly diving to the outskirts of the crater. She begins wafting her wings as the perspire a flurry of golden wind, the gentle fragrance breezing through the entire nest. The half-a-dozen Dodrio settle as the relaxing Sweet Scent cools their heated veins. Crackers on the other hand twitches slightly before swooping down to one of the nests, gripping his talons into one of the plump eggs and attempting to swoop off with it. He struggles slightly, the large ostrich eggs almost twice his size, before turning to you desperately. Noticing his Theiving scheme all gone Pete-tongue, you feel another tug to your wrist. The small chicks chirp and usher you to follow them. Staying out of the mother’s way you jog across the water’s outskirts in an attempt to keep up with the Doduo brothers. They skid across the grassy prairie as they reach their attuned destination, a small cavern littered with a dozen or so unfertilised eggs. You sigh with relief as the feeling of guilt is gently lift away from you, knowing the death of a birdie wouldn’t be required today. You tick away the Dodrio egg from your mental checklist, heaving the large oval within your arms before calling upon your two companions who where still being plagued by the vicious dodos. The sun was beginning to lower, signifying it was late-afternoon. Time for the next item was scarce, what will you do?

Onlooking as his rather quickly created plan began to fail, Dana's part of the plan had worked out just right, however, Crackers were simply too small to get a good enough hold on the Dodrio eggs littering the nests. As the Doduo alongside the boy notice what is happening, they are quick to prod at him, attempting to lead him to what looked to be a cave. Peering into the darkness, Zak noticed a multitude of eggs away from their respective nests. Realizing that these eggs were not properly fertilised, they would not hatch to be a Doduo, unlike the individuals in the nests. A pang of guilt overtook the boy as he thanked the pair of Doduos, bending down to pick up a discarded egg, "I apologize for this profusely, little ones..." the boy uttered before turning his attention to the Gligar and Chatot once more.

Tearing across the breeding grounds, the boy was quickly in the thick of everything, Dodrio approaching his two pokémon companions from every angle. Despite having obtained an egg for Abaddon, he still had to get away from the area with both pokémon in good health. The only thing he could think of was reasoning with the three headed ostriches, "I'm so very sorry, I was sent on a mission to obtain an egg, if I had known there was a hoarde of unfertilised eggs, I would never have even considered eggnapping one..." Zak began, an air of sincerity in his voice, "I'm an avid lover of bird pokémon, I only attempted this out of sheer desperation. Please forgive me and my pokémon..." the boy bowed his head at the nearest Dodrio, squinting as he did so, as if waiting for the huge bird to peck him in an insant...

[Emp]

Breezy Path

Perap: You quickly cradle the egg as the sun begins to lower, the sky beginning to shift to a dull pink. It was as good a time as any to rally up the troops and set your tracks for Mantis Cave. If only... Noticing a nearby tussle between the protective Dodrio and the duo of uneasy avian you hastily sprint to the source of the anarchy in hope of reasoning with the rabid birds. “Very Sorry! Very Sorry!” Crackers blurts above your sentence, mimicking to your dismay. The dozen birds surround you from all corners, forty blood-boiled heads looming above. It looks as though they’re considering your plea, although you suddenly feel a throbbing Peck prick your backside. Yelping up you swiftly narrow through the ostriches’ legs, managing to grab your shirt whilst keeping on track for the craggy mountain tops. You wave a hurried farewell to the Doduo brothers, rushing out of the nesting ground with Gligar and Chatot in tow and the several ostriches Plucking your back. The birds release a ferocious warcry as you tumble down a sloped hill strewn with grassy thickets and lumpy grey rocks. Rolly-pollying until you feel nauseous, you crash into a jagged rock at the foot of the slope. With the Dodrio on high-alert for their young, they quickly retreat to prevent a future ambush in their absence, leaving you with less than a few bruises. Battering off the bits of leaves on your jeans, you up to your feet and take a broad squint at the gusty landscape. It’s view was unmatched at this time of day, the sun neatly crept behind the enormous Mount Eyrie and the sky settling to a gorgeous orange. Crackers twitches and flutters forward, “No Time! No Time!” he squawks, some rainbow hued feathers trailing off of his downy hide. There was a fork in the paths ahead, one leading left and downward, the other leading right and upward. What will you do?

[Pearl's Perap]

Breezy Path

Perap: You quickly cradle the egg as the sun begins to lower, the sky beginning to shift to a dull pink. It was as good a time as any to rally up the troops and set your tracks for Mantis Cave. If only... Noticing a nearby tussle between the protective Dodrio and the duo of uneasy avian you hastily sprint to the source of the anarchy in hope of reasoning with the rabid birds. “Very Sorry! Very Sorry!” Crackers blurts above your sentence, mimicking to your dismay. The dozen birds surround you from all corners, forty blood-boiled heads looming above. It looks as though they’re considering your plea, although you suddenly feel a throbbing Peck prick your backside. Yelping up you swiftly narrow through the ostriches’ legs, managing to grab your shirt whilst keeping on track for the craggy mountain tops. You wave a hurried farewell to the Doduo brothers, rushing out of the nesting ground with Gligar and Chatot in tow and the several ostriches Plucking your back. The birds release a ferocious warcry as you tumble down a sloped hill strewn with grassy thickets and lumpy grey rocks. Rolly-pollying until you feel nauseous, you crash into a jagged rock at the foot of the slope. With the Dodrio on high-alert for their young, they quickly retreat to prevent a future ambush in their absence, leaving you with less than a few bruises. Battering off the bits of leaves on your jeans, you up to your feet and take a broad squint at the gusty landscape. It’s view was unmatched at this time of day, the sun neatly crept behind the enormous Mount Eyrie and the sky settling to a gorgeous orange. Crackers twitches and flutters forward, “No Time! No Time!” he squawks, some rainbow hued feathers trailing off of his downy hide. There was a fork in the paths ahead, one leading left and downward, the other leading right and upward. What will you do?

With his plea going rather unheard, the Dodrio set about assaulting the boy thanks to his thoughtless plan to obtain one of their eggs via stealing it. Having no other option but to merely run from the birds, Zak dashed forwards, grabbing at his clothing before attempting to get himself back in order. With a swift goodbye to the pair of Doduo he had managed to befriend, the breeding grounds disappeared as he took off in the opposite direction, both Dana and Crackers beating their wings in a rather carefree manner in the air above him.

It was at this point that Zak finally stopped to regain himself and, as he did, he noticed that, high in the sky, the sun appeared to be setting. The entire sky had become a peculiar yet beautiful orange hue, "Red sky at night, shepherd's delight." Zak recalled a rhyme from his childhood, but he knew it wouldn't be the case here. He was on a tropical island, full to the brim with hostile natives and ever powerful pokémon of all shapes and sizes, night time would be the worst time for him to be out in the open. However, night time brought a new prospect to his mind, he knew it triggered an evolution within his team, should he require it.

Up ahead, the path appeared to fork off into two entirely seperate directions, the left track leading downwards once more and the right leading upwards. Not giving him chance to decide, Crackers began squawking, "No time! No time!" With his trail of thought knocked to one side once more, he scowled playfully at the crazed parrot. There next set location was the Mantis Cave, where they had to obtain the poison of an Ariados, yet, Zak had absolutely no clue whereabouts the bug domain was located. "Crackers, care to point us in the right direction, is the Mantis cave up or down? I want you to think hard, I don't want you sending us on a wild goose chase, a wild Doduo chase was more than enough." With his rather bad joke, Dana chuckled politely, gliding to her trainer before cuddling his arm...