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    Quote Originally Posted by Dark Searchman View Post
    Whew, sorry for being so slow with these updates guys! I'm finally back from another vacay in Idaho, and I'm ready to head back into it, so... let's head back into it!

    Megh, you were a lot of fun to torment, and I wish you continued the adventure, but I'm fine with you ending it where you did. Good luck on future adventures. Should you find a desire to come back to the magical world of Astoria, simply post another introduction post, and, depending on who has open slots at the time, one of us will gladly guide you through our forests again!

    InnerFlame, your adventure is now officially placed on hold, and your slot is now open, but should you post a reply to your current update, I'd be happy to continue with you once again.

    Flame Mistress, since I'm aware of the little snafu you had to go through, I'll give you some more time to reply before I open your slot too.

    Finally, I hereby welcome Ampharos_Dude to my Astoria group! Also, welcome... to the swamp. Mwahahahaha! >=D


    Dead Forest


    Toxic Marsh

    Ampharos_Dude

    Yet another trainer cursed by the maps of Astoria, you thought you were in the Divine Woodlands, but the surroundings and the horrid smell proved you were somewhere completely different. You look again at the map and find yourself smack dab in the middle of Toxic Marsh, one of the worst possible places to begin a journey in Astoria. None of the water around here looked safe to drink at all, plus with a fog rolling in—it likely had some sort of poisons in it as well—you were lost and weren’t about to figure out any means of escaping the swamps any time soon. That suited the eerie hiss behind you and the hooded snake it belonged to just fine; the safest place to be for the unlucky travelling through the Toxic Marsh was a stomach, in the Arbok’s opinion. Preferably its own. Of course, the Drapion off to your side also thought this. And the Swalot surfacing from the pool of poisonous water. And the pair of Beedrill patrolling the pond. And the Seviper whose hole you were sitting close to. Then again, none of these Poison-type predators were willing to share you for lunch; in fact, now that they’ve looked at each other, they each thought of the other Pokemon as better items on the menu than just plain, old, boring human flesh. As they all attack each other, you definitely weren’t planning on sticking around; the winner(s) might still be hungry after the epic clash, after all.

    Satisfied with the distance you put between yourself and the Poison Battle Royale, you and Cherry now find yourself at a bigger pond, even deeper into the swamps and possibly with even more hungry Pokemon eyeing you. Like those two shapes across the water, for instance. Wait, those don’t look like-

    “Hey! Y’all gotta get yourself away from that pond real quick!” you hear one of the figures call out. The other one was diving into the water just before a nasty looking frog with wicked claws dripping with poison pops up out of the water right in front of you. “Oh, man, don’ move, ya don’ wanna spook it!” you hear the guy call out again. Don’t move!? This Toxicroak was ready to defend its territory from the closest intruder! Although… maybe the guy knows what he’s talking about enough for you to trust in him. Or maybe not…

    What will Shiro do?

    Shiro looked at the map again carefully. They had ended up in Toxic Marsh, the best place to avoid.
    "Arceus damn this map!." Shiro thought after their location was revealed.
    "We need to get out of here, and fast." He thought, and the poison-type pokémon started gathering around.
    Shiro excamined them scaredly for a while, and when they started their "Poison Battle Royale", Shiro decided to run, and fast.

    After running for a while, Shiro and Cherry arrived safely at an even bigger pond than the last, and they decided to rest for a moment.
    Their rest, however, was interrupted by a voice shouting "Hey! Y'all gotta get yourself away from that pond real quick!" from the distance. Shiro immediately rose, and started looking around, seeing two figures across the pond. Shiro stepped forward carefully, aiming to see the figures better, only to have a Toxicroak jump out of the water!

    Shiro's heart started racing as he fell down from the shock. This place was too dangerous for him! He wanted to get out off the way of the angry 'croak, but he's legs refused to move, and the only thing he could do before passing out was shouting "Safe me, Cherry!"

    Seeing Shiro passed out, Cherry gathered all of its courage, and leaped into battle, quickly strategizing to first use Growth, trying to indimitate the attacker, and using Mega Drain if necessary.
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    Quote Originally Posted by jolteonjak View Post
    Eyrie Peak
    ~Adventure Path~

    OkikuMew: "Ahh, that's comfortable," Andersen says as you help him to a chair to rest his leg. "So you'll go to Posy Field for me? This is great! Ok, have a seat. I need to give you some information," Andersen points at a chair by the table.

    "As you may be aware, there are seven types of Apricorns native to the Johto region. Those White Apricorns there create Fast Balls which really grab a hold of speedy Pokemon. My Scyther was caught with the very first one I made while learning from Kurt. For the record, I have plenty of those for the time being." He takes a book out and flips through some pages. He stops and shows you the next two. "There are also Green and Pink Apricorns which make Friend Balls and Love Balls, respectively. Don't worry too much about finding any of them. They tend to be more for breeders and coordinators. Eventually I'll be looking for them, but for now there are others more suited for the area." He turns a page to the next two. "The Black and Blue Apricorns, which produce the Heavy Ball and Lure Ball respectively. Blue Apricorns, especially, will fetch quite a bit seeing as how we're on an island. I would really appreciate if you can find a dozen of them." He turns the page one more time. "Finally we have the Red and Yellow Apricorns. The Red ones produce the Level Ball, and the Yellow ones produce the Moon Ball. Now those Heavy Balls will help all those trainers who like to explore the caves dotted around these islands since they are sturdy enough to hold the heaviest of Pokemon. Level Balls are great for experienced trainers who are looking for weak or younger Pokemon. Finally Moon Balls are attuned to the energy of the Moon Stone, so they'll catch Pokemon like Nidorino and Skitty much easier since they evolve using a Moon Stone. If you ask me, the crescent moon design on it looks great too."

    Andersen closes the book. "There you have it," he says. "Most Pokedexes will also have this information. Go ahead and look them up if you get out there, and you need more help. One last thing. Take that Apricorn Box on the work bench over there," he points to golden box with a white handle. "It should hold twenty-one Apricorns. If you can manage it, please get a dozen Blue Apricorns, three Black Apricorns, three Red Apricorns, and three Yellow Apricorns. While you're out, I'll be preparing those White Apricorns." He takes a Friend Ball, a green Pokeball with red spots on it, out and clicks it open to reveal a tall, thin, green and white Pokemon with blades on its arms. "Scyther and Gallade can go finish collecting the fire wood." Scyther and Gallade both walk outside to begin cutting up some trees.

    Andersen gets up slowly and hops over to his work bench. He places a stool by the leg he is standing on, and carefully he places his injured leg on the stool. "There, with all my tools and Apricorns nearby, I should be able to get them prepared earily. You don't need to worry about me. Take a few moments to prepare and head out. You can take the map with you, so you don't get lost. Oh, and please leave the door open when you go," you look outside and spot Scyther and Gallade. "No hands and all," he chuckles.

    What will you do?



    Special Instructions: At some point in your reply you'll need to write an intro to Posy Field.
    I *hope* it's ok how I wrote my post in a way Okiku did a few (simple) things and asks some questions to Andersen, (which he "answers" but I don't precise what he says, for you to fill in), before she goes to Posy Fields... If ever you find it goes too close to "doing actions without your permission", please tell me as soon as possible and I'll do the changes accordingly.

    Seeing that Andersen was being a little bit uncomfortable, I grab a chair and put it in front of him so he can rest his leg on it.

    "Ahh, that's comfortable," he says as he pulls up his leg and places it on the chair. "So you'll go to Posy Field for me? This is great! Ok, have a seat. I need to give you some information."

    I quickly grab another chair for myself, then sit on it to listen carefully to his instructions. Meanwhile, Max curls down into a ball down at my feet and perks up his ears to listen to the Pokéball craftman too.

    "As you may be aware there are seven types of Apricorns native to the Johto region. Those White Apricorns there create Fast Balls which really grab a hold of speedy Pokemon. My Scyther was caught with the very first one I made while learning from Kurt," he continues. "For the record, I have plenty of those for the time being."

    "Yeah, I heard the white ones are the most common, so its no surprise you got plenty," I add.

    "There are also Green and Pink Apricorns which make Friend Balls and Love Balls, respectively," he continues as he starts going through pages of a book, then stops at a couple of pages conserning the apricorns he just mentioned. "Don't worry too much about finding any of them. They tend to be more for breeders and coordinators. Eventually I'll be looking for them, but for now there are others more suited for the area."

    "Coordinators..." I think aloud. "I would be fun to try, but I believe I'm not ready to do that yet."

    Andersen flips to another page: "The Black and Blue Apricorns, which produce the Heavy Ball and Lure Ball respectively. Now those Heavy Balls will help all those trainers who like to explore the caves dotted around these islands since they are sturdy enough to hold the heaviest of Pokemon."

    "Ah, a Heavy Ball, I got one of those when I started my journey," I say as I take the named Pokéball out to quickly show it to him. "Didn't have any chance to use it yet though."

    "Blue Apricorns, especially, will fetch quite a bit seeing as how we're on an island. I would really appreciate if you can find a dozen of them. Finally we have the Red and Yellow Apricorns. The Red ones produce the Level Ball, and the Yellow ones produce the Moon Ball."

    "Oh yeah, Red Apricorns," I cut in in the conversation again as I pull out my brand-new Level Ball, "I won one of those, and had it make into a Level Ball out if it."

    "Level Balls are great for experienced trainers who are looking for weak or younger Pokemon."

    "...Too bad it's not a great idea for me to use it right away, I don't think I fit in the 'experienced' part." I mutter.

    "Finally Moon Balls are attuned to the energy of the Moon Stone, so they'll catch Pokemon like Nidorino and Skitty much easier since they evolve using a Moon Stone. If you ask me, the crescent moon design on it looks great too."

    I nod in agreement to his opinion, while he closes the book.

    "There you have it. Most Pokedexes will also have this information. Go ahead and look them up if you get out there, and you need more help. One last thing. Take that Apricorn Box on the work bench over there," he points at a yellow box that strangely looks like a portable cooler on a counter. "It should hold twenty-one Apricorns. If you can manage it, please get a dozen Blue Apricorns, three Black Apricorns, three Red Apricorns, and three Yellow Apricorns. While you're out, I'll be preparing those White Apricorns."

    "Alrighty then!"

    Andersen took out a green Pokéball and let out a nice-looking Gallade (ah, one of my favorite psychic-type Pokémon...) then slowly move himself to his workbench while his Pokémon move outside, probably to continue cutting some more wood.

    "There, with all my tools and Apricorns nearby, I should be able to get them prepared earily. You don't need to worry about me. Take a few moments to prepare and head out. You can take the map with you, so you don't get lost."

    "Will do," I answer as I take the map.

    "Oh, and please leave the door open when you go... no hands and all."

    I spurt out a laugh the moment my mind wraped up the reason of the apparent odd request. "No problem."

    I get up and I look around his place, searching for something to use to write, which I quickly find on his desk.

    "Mind if I use you pen and some paper for a minute? Knowing myself, I'll forget what you need the moment I'll go though the door..." I giggle, "Better take note of it."

    After I write the list of apricorns and quantities needed down, I put it in my pocket, then grab the Apricorn Box. I look around the cabin again, a bit lost in thought.

    "Ok, got the map, the box, the list, a potion, plenty of Pokéballs... I think we're good. Ready Max?"

    He barks in confirmation.

    "Sweet! ...Hmm," I ponder aloud as I got through the door, "Andersen, before we go, anything you could add about Posy Fields and picking the Apricorns? Like, I dunno... Dangerous Pokémon, a special way to pick the Apricorns?"

    After he answers me, I thank him and wave him goodbye with the promise of his freshly-picked apricorns, Max exchanges a few "words" with the Scyther and Gallade, and then we take the shortest route to Posy Fields.

    Quote Originally Posted by enchantress View Post
    Astoria
    The Enchanted Forest
    Eyrie Peak
    Named after the odd shape of the mountain which from a distance resembles an eagle's head, Mt.Eyrie was feared by many ancient tribes who once dwelled in the forest. Because no humans ever set foot upon the mountain, Eyrie Peak has become a haven for bird Pokémon who have made it their nesting ground. Because of this, the recent influx of tourists in the vicinity have their sights set upon this area, specifically in the hope of finding some of the rarer Pokémon in the land. Be warned, the Pokémon nesting here are likely to be fierce and will protect their babies at all costs.

    Posy Field: An area of mountainside filled with many apricorn trees, berry plants, rare herbs and flowers. The strong scents have attracted many bug Pokémon who like to feed on the vast range of delicious nectars in the vicinity.
    As soon as we arrive to Posy Fields, after a few hours worth of walking, I fold the map and slip it in my backpack, then we look around for some apricorn trees.

    "Let's see..." as I take out and reread the list I wrote earlier today, "Well we need a lot of those Blue Apricorns, so I think it'll be best to collect those first! Of course if we see some of the other colors the guy needs, we should grab those too."

    My Poochyena's nose starts sniffing the air, probably trying to whiff out the smell similar to the apricorns he smelled back at Andersen's cabin.
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    Default Adventures in Astoria by Dark Searchman, Part 9

    All right, last batch of the month, guys! I also hereby welcome Missingno. Master to my group! Again, I apologize for being slower with my updates this month, hopefully things will pick up next month before I get myself settled into uni again!


    The Divine Woodland


    Magus Falls

    Kaisap112 – {Your update is here.}



    Eyrie Peak


    Adventure Path

    Flame Mistress

    Now that Narcissa has had some time to recharge, you switch her in for Serafina and hope she can fly you out of this Onix’s sleeping area. It was definitely high enough for an Onix to stand in, so you mount Narcissa and have her take you up to the ceiling so you could get the best vantage point, and- Oh great, the big lug’s blocked the entrance too! Worse still, you couldn’t see any other tunnels in here; if this guy made any other tunnels, you would’ve seen them.

    Now what? Sigh, sorry, I guess you’ve got no choice but to wait it out. So, Narcissa quietly brings you back down to the ground, outside of the Rock Snake’s coils, and the two of you just… wait. You wile away the time by watching your brand new Skarmory preen her metallic wings, give your other Pokemon’s Pokeballs a good cleaning, etc. Occasionally, you hear rocks scraping against each other, and you look up to see that Onix’s boulder body has shifted around, but it still doesn’t look like it’ll be waking up any time soon. Despite Narcissa’s getting bored and wanting to pick a fight with Onix, you manage to hold her back and let it have its beauty sleep; you learned your lesson from Narcissa herself. So… you keep waiting… and waiting… and waiting.

    **********

    Something rough brushes against your sleepy body, and you try to push it aside but find it unwilling to budge. This makes you slowly open your eyes from the good nap you had, and you wake up to find Onix’s face staring at you.

    Wait, YOU WAKE UP TO FIND ONIX’S FACE STARING AT YOU!?!?!?

    Not surprisingly, you scream in surprise and sit up with a jolt, and that’s what Narcissa wakes up to just now. She immediately jumps to your defense, squawking a warning to the resident of this cave, and this causes Onix to jump back in surprise itself. It seems pretty placid for an Onix; if you ask nicely, it might be willing to help you get out of the underground.

    What will Charlotte do?



    Posy Field

    Son_of_Shadows – {Your update is here.}


    Jolteonjak – {Your update is here.}



    Garden of Iris


    Rainbow Pool

    Coolz8

    You had successfully captured a female Combee, but her hivemates were guarding the occupied Pokeball with total vigilance. To make matters worse, Trick was pretty close to losing consciousness, so he wouldn’t be able to fight them off. You put your Treecko onto your shoulders, then decide to try and deal with the Combee yourself. You gather up a few rocks, charge, and throw your rocks at them, but they were ready for you. Joined by Vespiquen and the other two Combee they all combine their Gust attacks to create a giant cyclone, one which sweeps you, Trick, Leah, and Ludicolo off your feet. You act on instinct and grab Trick from your shoulders, holding him tightly in your arms as you brace for the inevitable fall from the end of the cyclone. As the Super Gust dissipates you close your eyes once again. This was it. Your short life as a trainer was about to-

    Nah, I’m not gonna be that mean to you.

    You suddenly feel a blast of water hold you up in the air, then slowly drop you to safety. Ludicolo saved you with his Hydro Pump once again! However, doing two Hydro Pumps at this point has left Ludicolo looking a little tired now.

    “Thank you… Ludicolo…” Leah said weakly. You could then hear her wince in pain, so you turn to look at her. She holds her leg tightly, it looks like she broke it from the fall, though she’s lucky it wasn’t worse. Trick does looks much worse, however, the trauma and the winds causing him to fall unconscious in your arms. You look back towards the Combee; Vespiquen and the two Combee with her have now joined the other three in guarding the captured female Combee. “It… looks like…” Leah continues to say, “they’ll keep… guarding it until the end, so… we must defeat Vespiquen… if you wish to have your Pokemon…” She then brings out a bag full of herbs and takes out a special looking one. “Here…” she says as she hands the herb to you. “It’s a Revival Herb. Please, use it on your friend. It looks like we still need your help even after defeating the female Combee,” she says, gaining a little more strength.

    You open your comatose friend’s mouth and feed him the herb. He grimaces while chewing the bitter tasting herb, but soon after swallowing it he jumped up having been brought back to full health and energy. Just in time to experience another Super Gust, huh? Actually, Ludicolo still has plenty of energy to throw up a Protective shield around everyone and block the whole thing. It doesn’t last long enough for Ludicolo, though, and he takes the brunt of the attack for everyone else and gets knocked out as a result. “Ludicolo, no!” Leah calls out to her Pokemon. Were it as easy as using another Revival Herb, she would have used it, but that was the only one she had. Her expression darkens as she recalls her Ludicolo. “I… I never thought… I would use her again,” you could barely hear her whisper. She slowly brings out a Pokeball from one of the pockets in her bag. “Torterra, we need your help!”

    A massive green tortoise with a tree growing on her shell pops out of her Pokeball. She looked even more powerful than her Ludicolo did. As the rain clouds parted, Leah says to you: “Torterra is my strongest Pokemon, but with all of the Combee, it might not be enough. I must ask for your help again.”

    What will Frinth do?



    Dead Forest


    Toxic Marsh

    Ampharos_Dude

    Your gutless-induced fainting spell has left you at the mercy of an angry Toxicroak. That left Cherry with the heavy lifting. She takes what little sunlight could shine through the fog and uses the energy to Grow to triple her original size. Wait, TRIPLE!? Surprising? Totally! Intimidating? …Maybe. Although, I’ve never considered what a three foot tall Sunkern looked like, so there’s the chance… Eh, hard to read a Toxicroak, but I’m pretty sure that if it’s inflating its throat sac, it feels threatened. But yeah, Cherry got a huge boost in offense for sure, and she would put that to good use with her Mega Drain attack. Small orbs of energy flow out of Toxicroak and into Cherry, resulting in a HUGE… 2% of Toxicroak’s health and energy being drained. Well, despite her size, she’s still outlevelled and outtyped, so… sorry, she wouldn’t be doing much, unfortunately.

    Suddenly, she sees Toxicroak get jumped from behind and wrestled to the ground. “Louie, get Jello on ‘im!” she hears the attacker shout. The other guy races forward and calls out a Duosion from his Pokeball. “Jello, Psychic now!”

    Jello’s eyes glow and unleash a peculiar energy straight into the poison frog’s mind, and, despite its Anticipating the attack, there wasn't much Toxicroak could do about it taking out almost ľ of its health in one blow. Then the guy on top of it releases his hold only to take out a unique looking Pokeball—it was colored brown instead of red and had the shell of a Squirtle stamped on the top—and toss it at the Toxicroak. After the Pokemon was sucked up inside the special Pokeball, it shook a few times, then pinged. The guy that caught him whooped and then said, “What a Fightin’-type! That was some ree-ality right thar!”

    You wake up soon after that to realize there was no more angry Pokemon staring at you, but instead two middle-aged guys with T-shirts and jeans and a Duosion accompanying one of them. “You okay, buddy?” the guy with the Duosion says to you. “You fainted right after seein’ that Toxicroak!” You then look to see Cherry at about three feet tall instead of her normal one foot tall.

    “He should be fine,” says the other guy. “He’s lucky the Squirtleman was here to rescue him!” he then says with a pose.

    What will Shiro do?


    Missingno. Master

    You and Gemini were completely psyched to go to the Toxic Marsh once you had heard about its existence in Astoria. The idea of being in such a poisonous wasteland was too good to resist; after all, Poison-type Pokemon thrived in these parts, and that was your specialty.

    You finally arrive, and you spend a few moments to take in the scenery. Ah, what a beautiful place to be! Barren trees, disease-ridden ponds filled with algae, thick weeds, thicker fog, sticky mud to get into your boots, you couldn’t have picked a better place if you tried. And the smells! In addition to the aroma your Weezing gave off, you had the pleasurable scents of Eau de Skuntank, Musk d’Arbok, and CinnaMuk to choose from, among countless others. All that with the sounds of bugs and other critters getting crunched up all over the place… it was already worth the visit. You venture further in, and each step you take makes you love the area even further. Gemini floats alongside you, and they totally agree with you; you guys had to be in heaven. You had to stop a few times to get your foot out of the mud, even out of a Muk’s face once; you made sure to apologize to it, and there were no hard feelings… or maybe there were, but I’m too busy putting you through paradise to check on that… at least right now.

    “Hey, y’all git off our property ‘fore ya get a face full!” you hear a girl’s voice with a twang suddenly ring out.

    You whisk around to see a brunette in a purple shirt, overalls, and a straw hat pointing a shotgun at you. And something tells you that it’s not loaded with Pokeblok!

    What will Keith do?



    The Burial Ground

    Marion Ette

    Sangre did not like being held to the ground by such a slimy hand; not only was it putting him at a disadvantage, it was just plain disgusting to have on his body! He flaps his wing quickly, releasing an Air Cutting vacuum that severs the Muk’s arm long enough for the grip to loosen and allow the Crobat to fly out of Muk’s reach. Well, at least out of arm’s reach, not necessarily out of range entirely. Minerva could hear the spirit inside force a retch as the sludge body makes a last ditch effort for some damage and Shoots a heavy ball of sludge and acid. The ball of Gunk knocks the wind out of Sangre for some good damage despite his resistance to the poisons, and now his entire body is drenched in the foul smelling mix of liquids. Still, this doesn’t deter him from getting even dirtier, and, in an attempt to finish the battle, charges up a huge amount of energy and divebombs into Muk with what could be extremely exaggerated as a Gigagram of force, the Impact causing Muk’s body to splash all over the cemetery, dislodge the bones of the skeleton, and release the spirit from his prison. Minerva watches with glee as the spirit floats in the air and, before vanishing, says, “Thank you for your mercy! I shall be indebted to you and your companions and will be your humble servant in the next world!” Well then, looks like Minerva has yet another soul under her control! Afterlife is good. The spirit completely vanishes, the bones turn to dust and fade away in the breeze, and the sludge slides off any surface it was on and returns to the toxic earth. Nearby, a tombstone, presumably marking the gravesite where the apparition’s body was interred, crumbled and turned to dust as well. Sangre gains one level!

    You return to pick up the large sample you most recently extracted when you suddenly notice… movement inside it. Since you capped it tightly, you don’t have much to fear from it, but you quickly and carefully stow it inside your pack; you can’t wait to study that!

    Then you hear a very familiar cackle coming from in front of you. At the very end of the cemetery, you see the two hags once again. Even though they are so far away, their cackling sounds as if they were close to you. They stop, and one of them says in an eerily long tone: “Youuuuu heeeeeeeded not our warniiiing, and have looked too far into the graaaaaave!”

    “That man was our favorite spirit to toy with, but no matter~!” the other lady chimes in, then continues in a familiar ghost dialect: “We have plenty more where he came from!

    They cackle again, and all around you, you can see bodies of sludge of varying sizes, shapes, and toxins emerge from the earth, all of them staring at you. You also see the hags undergoing transformations from old to ghostly, and once done, even from such a distance, you could easily identify the two as a Gengar and a Mismagius. “Well, sister,” you hear the Gengar speak in her dialect, “shall we invite the young lady into our collection?

    Indeed,” the Mismagius responds. “And the Banette too~! We may even be able to introduce her to our arts!

    Excellent!” says Gengar, “Such a power as we have would be absolutely tempting to her! But first, to free the Puppet from the puppeteer~! Capture her!!” she orders, pointing her finger at you.

    There must be hundreds of Poison Pokemon, from Koffing and Weezing, to Trubbish and Garbodor, to Grimer and Muk, to Gulpin and Swalot. All of them moving towards your position. Sangre is currently perched on a nearby gravestone, breathing heavily and will be unable to move for a while. Minerva, while certainly powerful, would definitely not be able to take on such a massive army of sludge and toxic gases. You’re totally welcome to try, of course, though I wouldn’t exactly recommend it. Fortunately, you aren’t really surrounded by the mob of Pokemon; it doesn’t look like there are any Pokemon coming at you from behind, just from the front and the sides. You just might be able to escape this place, though if you don’t want to, they’d understand.

    What will Marion do?


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    Quote Originally Posted by Dark Searchman View Post
    Missingno. Master

    You and Gemini were completely psyched to go to the Toxic Marsh once you had heard about its existence in Astoria. The idea of being in such a poisonous wasteland was too good to resist; after all, Poison-type Pokemon thrived in these parts, and that was your specialty.

    You finally arrive, and you spend a few moments to take in the scenery. Ah, what a beautiful place to be! Barren trees, disease-ridden ponds filled with algae, thick weeds, thicker fog, sticky mud to get into your boots, you couldn’t have picked a better place if you tried. And the smells! In addition to the aroma your Weezing gave off, you had the pleasurable scents of Eau de Skuntank, Musk d’Arbok, and CinnaMuk to choose from, among countless others. All that with the sounds of bugs and other critters getting crunched up all over the place… it was already worth the visit. You venture further in, and each step you take makes you love the area even further. Gemini floats alongside you, and they totally agree with you; you guys had to be in heaven. You had to stop a few times to get your foot out of the mud, even out of a Muk’s face once; you made sure to apologize to it, and there were no hard feelings… or maybe there were, but I’m too busy putting you through paradise to check on that… at least right now.

    “Hey, y’all git off our property ‘fore ya get a face full!” you hear a girl’s voice with a twang suddenly ring out.

    You whisk around to see a brunette in a purple shirt, overalls, and a straw hat pointing a shotgun at you. And something tells you that it’s not loaded with Pokeblok!

    What will Keith do?

    "Not good," Keith thought to himself, as he eyed the shotgun. He would have been more than glad to comply with this girl... who was armed... with a firearm... Except he hadn't even been aware he was on anyone's property, and thus, was unable to tell which way he ought to go so as to not further irritate this person... who looked liable to shoot him as it was... with her shotgun... that was being aimed right at him... Keith decided to try and find out just which way he ought to head so as to leave this girl's property.

    "I'm terribly sorry, miss," he called out to the girl, "I wasn't even aware I was on anyone's property. My Weezing and I will gladly leave, if you would be so kind as to point us in the right direction."

    Gemini, meanwhile, eyed the shotgun warily. If this girl fired, they were ready and prepared to try and deflect whatever it was loaded with using their Psybeam attack.

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    Your gutless-induced fainting spell has left you at the mercy of an angry Toxicroak. That left Cherry with the heavy lifting. She takes what little sunlight could shine through the fog and uses the energy to Grow to triple her original size. Wait, TRIPLE!? Surprising? Totally! Intimidating? …Maybe. Although, I’ve never considered what a three foot tall Sunkern looked like, so there’s the chance… Eh, hard to read a Toxicroak, but I’m pretty sure that if it’s inflating its throat sac, it feels threatened. But yeah, Cherry got a huge boost in offense for sure, and she would put that to good use with her Mega Drain attack. Small orbs of energy flow out of Toxicroak and into Cherry, resulting in a HUGE… 2% of Toxicroak’s health and energy being drained. Well, despite her size, she’s still outlevelled and outtyped, so… sorry, she wouldn’t be doing much, unfortunately.

    Suddenly, she sees Toxicroak get jumped from behind and wrestled to the ground. “Louie, get Jello on ‘im!” she hears the attacker shout. The other guy races forward and calls out a Duosion from his Pokeball. “Jello, Psychic now!”

    Jello’s eyes glow and unleash a peculiar energy straight into the poison frog’s mind, and, despite its Anticipating the attack, there wasn't much Toxicroak could do about it taking out almost ľ of its health in one blow. Then the guy on top of it releases his hold only to take out a unique looking Pokeball—it was colored brown instead of red and had the shell of a Squirtle stamped on the top—and toss it at the Toxicroak. After the Pokemon was sucked up inside the special Pokeball, it shook a few times, then pinged. The guy that caught him whooped and then said, “What a Fightin’-type! That was some ree-ality right thar!”

    You wake up soon after that to realize there was no more angry Pokemon staring at you, but instead two middle-aged guys with T-shirts and jeans and a Duosion accompanying one of them. “You okay, buddy?” the guy with the Duosion says to you. “You fainted right after seein’ that Toxicroak!” You then look to see Cherry at about three feet tall instead of her normal one foot tall.

    “He should be fine,” says the other guy. “He’s lucky the Squirtleman was here to rescue him!” he then says with a pose.

    What will Shiro do?

    After waking up from the shock, Shiro jumped up, and took a good look at his surroundings.
    "It seems that the danger has passed" He thought to himself and let out a faint breath.
    At first he wondered asking these strangers why his pokemon was now three-times larger and dancing victoriously, but he decided to drop the matter.

    "Thank you for saving us. My name is Shiro, what are yours? And who is this Squirtleman you were talking about?" Shiro asked calmly, and offered a thankful handshake. Cherry on the other hand, was a little dissapointed at the fact that her glorious defence rampage was completely ignored.
    "This Squirtleman shall pay for stealing my glory" She thought.
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    As the battle raged on, your Heracross wanted so badly to get himself into the battle, but you were ready to give him the chance. Meanwhile, all the combatants were in the thick of it. Numel had stopped the Rollout attack he was in only to be the target of another Twineedle attack. Fortunately, despite the Beedrill’s use of Focus Energy earlier, it wasn’t as accurate with the jabs, and, if the attacks did any damage, it wasn’t very noticeable. Teddiursa had her own problems, however, as the Beedrill in front of her started Stinging her with more Poisonous needles. They may not have poisoned her, but they hurt more than usual. The last Beedrill decides to change its opponent and fly away from Cyndaquil towards the other two Pokémon, Focusing its Energy while doing so. Now Cyndaquil could afford to wait for Numel to make his move, but Teddiursa wasn’t waiting for anything. Another closer inspection of this Beedrill revealed it had something about as valuable as honey. So she turned on the charm once again and complemented the Beedrill on how much more powerful it was, how there was no way she could ever compare to him. She then pleads her “surrender” to the Beedrill and asked to see why it was so powerful. You could see him brandishing his Poison Barb, stuck on his stinger, in front of her, and he then points that stinger at her, apparently having enough of her tricks and was planning on finishing her then and there. Big mistake. Teddiursa suddenly grabs the stinger and rips the Poison Barb straight off, causing the Beedrill to howl in pain once again. The Little Bear then runs off toward Numel with her new item; she got what she Coveted, after all! At the same time, Numel fended off his opponent with another Ancientpower, but now he had a spectator. Cyndaquil was watching Numel perform the attack, Mimicked the movements, and became confident he would be able to do the attack too. Once done with his attack, he begins running back towards you and Heracross.

    Now this Beedrill really had enough of the accursed Little Bear. As if dignity, honey, and pride weren’t enough, she now steals his Poison Barb? He curses himself for falling for it a third time and now sprays more Poison Sting at Teddiursa, but this time he is joined by his partner firing its own Poison Sting. The combined attacks on Teddiursa deal damage and finally poison her (“Take that, stupid bear!” you could imagine the Beedrill saying.), but as the venom courses through her, she only runs faster; who knew her Feet could be that Quick? The third Beedrill tries to cut off her path with a Furious barrage of Attacks, but she shakes off the two hits she received and Scratches her way past the Beedrill in front of her and continues to head towards Numel while Numel reaches Heracross. Now all three Beedrill were in hot pursuit of Teddiursa, but that gives the distraction Cyndaquil needed. Out of nowhere, Cyndaquil’s Ancientpower attack comes and piles onto the weakened Beedrill. The attack soon fades, but Beedrill isn’t able to get up from it, having been knocked out by the impact. Cyndaquil gains one level! As for the other two Beedrill… well, they couldn’t have seen this coming. Teddiursa’s extra speed allow her to run past Heracross, giving the Singlehorn enough room to toss Numel into the air. Your order comes in loud and clear, and Numel begins another Rollout attack in midair. One of the Beedrill eventually sees what’s happening and veers away at an angle, but the other is so unfortunate enough to run straight into the Numb Pokémon in a ball, that it gets completely flattened by the attack as Numel runs it straight into the ground. HARD. Being above 60% health just wasn’t going to save it, as the one attack knocks all the air out of the Poison Bee and forces it to fall unconscious instantly. Numel gains one level!

    Numel continues rolling, now below 50% energy, but still barely below 80% health. Cyndaquil now stands below 60% energy and above 60% health, while Teddiursa is the worst off, below 50% energy and 40% health, and the poison would simply serve to wear her down. Meanwhile, one Beedrill remains, still above 60% energy and 70% health, but as it looks at its fallen comrades, you can only assume that it’s thinking about turning abdomen and buzzing back to the hive where it came from, though there’s a chance it could try to stall you for just a few seconds more.

    What will Chad do?

    As Chad watched the events of last round unfold, he could only empathize with others who tell stories of being attacked by swarms of Beedrill. They were certainly doing a great job at annoying him, especially when he never wanted to battle them in the first place. He was only looking to help out an adorable Teddiursa collect some berries to snack on. He saw Numel take a Twineedle attack, but luckily his resistance to the attack allowed him to not suffer much damage. Equally lucky was the fact he didn’t get poisoned. Teddiursa took a Poison Sting from another Beedrill, but thankfully she wasn’t poisoned. Perhaps the luckiest of the three, Cyndaquil watched as his Poison Bee opponent decided to attack someone else. This allowed him the chance to learn to mimic Numel’s Ancientpower attack, which ultimately allowed Cyndaquil to knock out one of the Beedrill. Heracross got his wish to see some action by hurling a curled-up Numel at the Beedrill to power up his Rollout attack.

    Teddiursa, on the other hand, seemed to be taking a lot of damage. She did spot a weapon on one of the Beedrill, and she wanted it. She was able to coax the Beedrill to letting its guard down long enough for her to rip it off. The Beedrill, who left its scrape with Cyndaquil, joined the injured Beedrill’s assault with a double Poison Sting. She wasn’t so lucky this time, and she got poisoned. The poison activated her special ability, though, because as one of the Beedrill attacked her with its Fury Attack, she was able to dodge most of the attacks and retaliate with a Scratch of her own. She sped by Chad, Heracross, and Numel allowing them the time they needed to launch Numel at the Beedrill. One of the Beedrill was able to avoid the powered-up Rollout, but the other was unfortunate. It took the attack full force and fell unconscious.

    Chad looked at Teddiursa, who seemed to be suffering from her battle injuries and the poison. “Teddiursa, if the poison gets to be too much, come on over for a Pecha Berry to cure it up.”

    Chad surveyed the battlefield. With one Beedrill left, he felt it would only be a matter of time before this whole mess was over. He thought for a moment for the most effective way to achieve this. “Cyndaquil, let’s try something new. Combine your Hidden Powers (Ice) & (Electric) on the Beedrill. Numel, try growling at the Beedrill to see if you can attract its attention. If it flies close to you, use Ember. If it doesn’t, use Ancientpower.”

    Chad felt satisfied with his attack choices. With only the single Beedrill left, he felt he could experiment a little with attacks, should he ever get the chance to enter a Contest. Suddenly, he realized Numel could have put some or all of the Beedrill to sleep, thus making this battle so much easier. He further realized that at least his Pokémon are getting some valuable battle experience. “Let’s finish this up! I have lemonades for all of you, including you Teddiursa.”


    Placing 1x Pecha Berry on standby (link is in my reply). Cyndaquil gains a level, and I mash my B button on my Pokedex. Numel gains a level, and he learns Focus Energy (wish BW2 moves were available...tangent).

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    You had successfully captured a female Combee, but her hivemates were guarding the occupied Pokeball with total vigilance. To make matters worse, Trick was pretty close to losing consciousness, so he wouldn’t be able to fight them off. You put your Treecko onto your shoulders, then decide to try and deal with the Combee yourself. You gather up a few rocks, charge, and throw your rocks at them, but they were ready for you. Joined by Vespiquen and the other two Combee they all combine their Gust attacks to create a giant cyclone, one which sweeps you, Trick, Leah, and Ludicolo off your feet. You act on instinct and grab Trick from your shoulders, holding him tightly in your arms as you brace for the inevitable fall from the end of the cyclone. As the Super Gust dissipates you close your eyes once again. This was it. Your short life as a trainer was about to-

    Nah, I’m not gonna be that mean to you.

    You suddenly feel a blast of water hold you up in the air, then slowly drop you to safety. Ludicolo saved you with his Hydro Pump once again! However, doing two Hydro Pumps at this point has left Ludicolo looking a little tired now.

    “Thank you… Ludicolo…” Leah said weakly. You could then hear her wince in pain, so you turn to look at her. She holds her leg tightly, it looks like she broke it from the fall, though she’s lucky it wasn’t worse. Trick does looks much worse, however, the trauma and the winds causing him to fall unconscious in your arms. You look back towards the Combee; Vespiquen and the two Combee with her have now joined the other three in guarding the captured female Combee. “It… looks like…” Leah continues to say, “they’ll keep… guarding it until the end, so… we must defeat Vespiquen… if you wish to have your Pokemon…” She then brings out a bag full of herbs and takes out a special looking one. “Here…” she says as she hands the herb to you. “It’s a Revival Herb. Please, use it on your friend. It looks like we still need your help even after defeating the female Combee,” she says, gaining a little more strength.

    You open your comatose friend’s mouth and feed him the herb. He grimaces while chewing the bitter tasting herb, but soon after swallowing it he jumped up having been brought back to full health and energy. Just in time to experience another Super Gust, huh? Actually, Ludicolo still has plenty of energy to throw up a Protective shield around everyone and block the whole thing. It doesn’t last long enough for Ludicolo, though, and he takes the brunt of the attack for everyone else and gets knocked out as a result. “Ludicolo, no!” Leah calls out to her Pokemon. Were it as easy as using another Revival Herb, she would have used it, but that was the only one she had. Her expression darkens as she recalls her Ludicolo. “I… I never thought… I would use her again,” you could barely hear her whisper. She slowly brings out a Pokeball from one of the pockets in her bag. “Torterra, we need your help!”

    A massive green tortoise with a tree growing on her shell pops out of her Pokeball. She looked even more powerful than her Ludicolo did. As the rain clouds parted, Leah says to you: “Torterra is my strongest Pokemon, but with all of the Combee, it might not be enough. I must ask for your help again.”

    What will Frinth do?




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    Frinth then decided to grasp for Leah's hand. He wanted to feel some human warmth as he tried to utter a few more orders. "Trick... Go ahead and release a Bright Flash. Follow with an Absorb at one of the Combee."

    He could have relished that moment if he didn't have another problem troubling him.

    Everyone else walked around me as if I was a statue of marble. A voice echoed in his mind. It went to my advantage as the Arcalian militia couldn't trace my own location, by mistaking my stature to be that of an inanimate object. "Who are you?" Frinth thought. I am a simple projection, one that successfully pierced the loneliness of my universe. The voice replied. "Uh... ok....?"

    Frinth then acquired some unfamiliar feeling that day. It was a mix of many emotions. He then proceeded to keep himself awake, and treated the incident benignly.
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    Allishinca: A surprising discovery in the stadium leads to many, many questions. The venue itself looks nothing inside like it does on the outside. The place is filled to the brim with spectators, yet before entering you heard not a sound. What’s that voice warning you about? Can I fight Tyranitar next? No, that’s not your question but Pluto’s, as you watch him race to the battlefield.

    Pluto stands bravely in the center of the field ready to face the large Armor Pokémon on the other side of the field. Not surprisingly, with a Pokémon as large as Tyranitar on the field, you seem to lose sight of its trainer. Slowly, it begins to walk forward, getting bigger with each step. More menacing. More foreboding. More ominous. The battlefield rumbles with each step. You whip yourself around, quickly searching the field for the exit, and you notice the Steelix and its trainer is already off the field. The realization that the Tyranitar is walking up to you and Pluto sets in, and you decide to try and be brave like Pluto even though inside you are indeed panicking. The Tyranitar stops just a few feet away from Pluto. It’s much taller than you, and the shadow it casts completely envelopes you.

    “What’s this?” the announcer begins. “Has this trainer and her Sableye stepped forward to challenge Katsuyori?” The crowd, still searching for that new challenger, ends their search to face forward. “Yes folks, we have a new challenger!” the announcer proclaims. The crowd begins to cheer for you and Pluto.

    Tyranitar raises its arm. You see its claw glowing with darkness, and all of a sudden three claws imbued with shadow form. The Armor Pokémon pauses, shadowed claw still raised ready to strike. As if in slow motion, Tyranitar begins to slash at Pluto.

    You hide your head in your hands in fear for what’s about to happen to your partner. Suddenly, the stadium becomes completely silent. Peeking through your fingers, the once bright and bustling stadium is now dark and dismal as you would have expected it to be when you first entered. You look around furiously. The crowd is gone. Portions of the walls of the stadium are broken and damaged from time. Various plant life clings to the stadium once again.

    “You are not mad child,” you hear that voice again speaking more clearly. “That was merely an illusion I created.” You continue looking around for the source of the voice. “Right here,” the voice speaks again, and you turn your gaze to just in front of Pluto. You see a creature materialize, roughly twice as tall as Pluto. This brown Pokémon, with strange markings and green eyes, looks inquisitively at Pluto then to you. “I am Beheeyem, guardian of the Grass Paradise,” the Pokémon continues. “I was testing your bravery to determine if you are worthy of taking the Temple Challenge.” Pluto nods, like he knew what was going on. “I have five tests for you. Pass them all, and you will be allowed passage into the Paradise. The first of the five tests takes place in the Temple. If you wish to take the challenge, please meet me in the Temple at the base of the mountain.” The Beheeyem bows and in a blink, it teleports out of sight.

    Pluto doesn’t get the battle he appeared to be ready for, but perhaps more adventure for you both.

    What will you do?

    The Tyranitar approached Alli and Pluto, growing larger with every step. The ground rumbled as it stomped nearer. Pluto, being so immensely small, was badly effected by the shaking, but did his best to remain standing. He did not believe that a battle would commence between him and Tyranitar at all, but instant that the whole scenario would dissolve upon his entrance.

    Alli, by comparison, was quiet shaken by their current predicament. She wanted nothing more then to scoop Pluto up safety in her arms and make a mad sash for the nearest exit. Glancing around, Alli noticing that the giant Steelix and its trainer had already left the stadium. Alli realized with a start that this meant that the Tyranitar was approaching them! Alli glanced nervously at Pluto, who was standing up confidently against their enormous foe for reason unbeknownst to her.

    "I hope you know what your doing," whisper Alli.

    Pluto remained confident in his delusion that there would be no fight as the Tyranitar stopped a few feet in front of them. The shadow of the large creature completely enveloped them like a deadly vortex. The announcer's voice rang out:

    "What's this? Has this trainer and her Sableye stepped forward to challenge Katsuyori?" Alli shrunk as the eyes of the crowd fell on her. Pluto gazed around curiously. Why hadn't this farce stopped yet? Pluto pondered this as he began to doubt his rash actions. "Yes folks, we have a new challenger!" The crowd gave out a roar of approval, the shear volume of which made Alli shake. Pluto looked up with uncertainly.

    The Tyranitar approached with its claws glowing with darkness. Pluto took a nervous step back, as the Tyranitar raised its claws, ready to strike. Pluto raised his paws in defense, as if to state that there had been a misunderstanding. The Tyranitar's shadow claws slashed downward, as Alli covered her eyes in terror.

    While Alli howled in fright with her eyes tightly covered, she noticed that the cheer of the crowd had suddenly ceased. She slowly uncovered her eyes and looked in wonder at her changed surrounding. There was no crowd, or Katsuyori, or giant Tyranitar. Instead, Alli found herself in the rundown ruins of the Colosseum, again destroyed and overgrown with leafage. Pluto lay on the ground in front of her, sprayed on his back as though dead. The illusion that Pluto had experienced was so powerful that he was utterly convinced of his own death. Slowly lifting a paw, Pluto felt his chest where he was expecting a wound to be. When his paw came in contact with his soft fur instead, Pluto raised his head up and realized that he was not injured at all! Hopping to his feet, Pluto gave his body a quick look over and threw his arms up an ecstasy.

    Alli returned his expression with a look of exasperation. The two of them broke into laughter, as the absurdity of their situation evaporated with their relief. Their cheers stopped abruptly when Alli thought she heard something. Pluto perched up his ears and listened.

    "You are not mad child," an eerie voice rings out.

    "Pluto its that voice from earlier!" Alli whispered excitedly. Pluto looked around, trying to pinpoint the location of the voice.

    "That was merely an illusion I created." Alli and Pluto continued to searching in vain for the source of the voice. "Right here." Between Alli and Pluto, a brown Pokemon materialized. The two adventurers looked in amazement at the newcomer, while he returned their gaze with an inquisitive glance. "I am Beheeyem, the guardian of the Grass Paradise. I was testing your bravery to determine if you are worthy of taking the temple challenge." Alli listened closely to the Guardian, trying desperately to remember every word. Pluto, not one to be outdone, stood confidently erect and nodded as though he understood completely what was going on.

    "I have five test for you. Pass them all, and you will be allowed passage into the Paradise. The first of the five test take place in the temple. If you wish to take the challenge, please meet me in the temple at the base of the mountain." The Guardian then bowed politely and teleported away.

    Seeming dazed by the Guardian appearance, Alli regain herself and pulled out her Pokedex. Flipping through the pages, she came across the Pokemon she had just been in the presence of:

    Beheeyem. The Cerebral Pokemon. Psychic Type.

    Alli stared at her Pokedex for some time before looking up at Pluto, who was patiently awaiting orders. But there was no need for orders. The two of them quickly exchanged grins and darted out of the Colosseum.

    As they gleefully dashed down the dark hallway that they had previously entered through, Pluto jumped up and playfully shoved Alli. Alli retaliated by hopping over him. Pluto sprang up again and pushed Alli form behind while diving into the lead. The two continued their competitive sprint all the way to the temple's entrance. Here, Pluto again attempted to shove Alli, but did so just as Alli was about to jump. As a result, Alli tripped over Pluto, who got caught up in her legs, causing the two of them to go rolling into the entrance of the temple and skid across the smooth marble floor.


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    Sangre did not like being held to the ground by such a slimy hand; not only was it putting him at a disadvantage, it was just plain disgusting to have on his body! He flaps his wing quickly, releasing an Air Cutting vacuum that severs the Muk’s arm long enough for the grip to loosen and allow the Crobat to fly out of Muk’s reach. Well, at least out of arm’s reach, not necessarily out of range entirely. Minerva could hear the spirit inside force a retch as the sludge body makes a last ditch effort for some damage and Shoots a heavy ball of sludge and acid. The ball of Gunk knocks the wind out of Sangre for some good damage despite his resistance to the poisons, and now his entire body is drenched in the foul smelling mix of liquids. Still, this doesn’t deter him from getting even dirtier, and, in an attempt to finish the battle, charges up a huge amount of energy and divebombs into Muk with what could be extremely exaggerated as a Gigagram of force, the Impact causing Muk’s body to splash all over the cemetery, dislodge the bones of the skeleton, and release the spirit from his prison. Minerva watches with glee as the spirit floats in the air and, before vanishing, says, “Thank you for your mercy! I shall be indebted to you and your companions and will be your humble servant in the next world!” Well then, looks like Minerva has yet another soul under her control! Afterlife is good. The spirit completely vanishes, the bones turn to dust and fade away in the breeze, and the sludge slides off any surface it was on and returns to the toxic earth. Nearby, a tombstone, presumably marking the gravesite where the apparition’s body was interred, crumbled and turned to dust as well. Sangre gains one level!

    You return to pick up the large sample you most recently extracted when you suddenly notice… movement inside it. Since you capped it tightly, you don’t have much to fear from it, but you quickly and carefully stow it inside your pack; you can’t wait to study that!

    Then you hear a very familiar cackle coming from in front of you. At the very end of the cemetery, you see the two hags once again. Even though they are so far away, their cackling sounds as if they were close to you. They stop, and one of them says in an eerily long tone: “Youuuuu heeeeeeeded not our warniiiing, and have looked too far into the graaaaaave!”

    “That man was our favorite spirit to toy with, but no matter~!” the other lady chimes in, then continues in a familiar ghost dialect: “We have plenty more where he came from!

    They cackle again, and all around you, you can see bodies of sludge of varying sizes, shapes, and toxins emerge from the earth, all of them staring at you. You also see the hags undergoing transformations from old to ghostly, and once done, even from such a distance, you could easily identify the two as a Gengar and a Mismagius. “Well, sister,” you hear the Gengar speak in her dialect, “shall we invite the young lady into our collection?

    Indeed,” the Mismagius responds. “And the Banette too~! We may even be able to introduce her to our arts!

    Excellent!” says Gengar, “Such a power as we have would be absolutely tempting to her! But first, to free the Puppet from the puppeteer~! Capture her!!” she orders, pointing her finger at you.

    There must be hundreds of Poison Pokemon, from Koffing and Weezing, to Trubbish and Garbodor, to Grimer and Muk, to Gulpin and Swalot. All of them moving towards your position. Sangre is currently perched on a nearby gravestone, breathing heavily and will be unable to move for a while. Minerva, while certainly powerful, would definitely not be able to take on such a massive army of sludge and toxic gases. You’re totally welcome to try, of course, though I wouldn’t exactly recommend it. Fortunately, you aren’t really surrounded by the mob of Pokemon; it doesn’t look like there are any Pokemon coming at you from behind, just from the front and the sides. You just might be able to escape this place, though if you don’t want to, they’d understand.

    What will Marion do?

    ((Sangre levels up from 37 to 38. Hooray!))

    "Great job, Sangre! You've earned a nice tall glass of Miltank blood at the bar next time we're there~" Indeed, the spirit that the trio freed also seems very grateful; Marion bows respectfully to the spirit as he vanishes, glad that she was able to free him from his prison. Of course, the two old crones from earlier are less than pleased at losing one of their favorite playthings, and are definitely keen on letting Marion know it... Marion grins as the two ghostly "women" reveal their true forms, reminded an earlier theory. "HAH! I was right about one of you, anyhow! That red necklace gave you away, hun!" Certainly, the ghostly young lady does not seem to be taking their blatant and obvious threats as seriously as she probably should; of course, Marion's concern for her own personal safety has always been famously awful. She is also distracted from what is more than likely a life-or-death situation by the fact that, among the horde of poison Pokemon itching to drag her into a toxin-loaded grave, there are Trubbish charging at her! Oh, she has a friend who would LOVE a Trubbish, and oh, wouldn't he be so happy if she got one for him...? Marion turns to Minerva, and points toward a group of particularly small-looking Trubbish.

    "Hey, Minerva, would you mind shooting a Confuse Ray at those Trubbish? I know I have an Ultra Ball in my bag somewhere..."

    Of course, Minerva isn't listening. Instead, her yellow eyes are focused intently on the Mismagius and Gengar in the distance, who seem to be enticing her to join their little cult of poison puppeteers. It made sense that they would try to seduce one such as the powerful Minerva into their fold; after all, a poorly-trained Banette could very easily turn on his or her trainer given the right opportunity, particularly if said opportunity involved sweet, sweet vengeance.

    That was the problem. Minerva had a deep, inconsolable hatred in her heart reserved for those who would turn against their own family. Though the Banette loathed to talk about it, she met her own death at the hands of a beloved family member... an act which filled her with such incredible sorrow and rage that the emotions now act as the power for her devastating grudge-based attacks. And now these... these fools were trying to convince Minerva to do the same thing... To turn on the only person that she would feel comfortable calling family? Unforgivable! The very thought consumes her with a blinding, inconsolable rage. Immediately, the puppet Pokemon rips out a pin, and without any hesitation, sticks it deep within her body, screeching in pain as she Curses the Mismagius who would even suggest such a terrible thing.

    "MOTHERF*****S! HEARTLESS ****S! BURN IN HELL!!!" Minerva seems to be cursing in more ways than one... Marion, knowing that burning hellglare in Minerva's eyes intimately well, realizes that Minerva may stab herself to swiss cheese if left to her own devices for long enough. Recalling her dear friend to her Pokeball in hopes that she will calm down within its dark, soothing confines, Marion ushers Sangre towards her.

    "Honey, I know you're probably tired, but please Fly me away from here as best as you can. We can make that tall glass of blood a double!"

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    YAY, I FINALLY POSTED~ 8D

    Ahem. Anywhoo folks, sorry to keep you guys waiting. As you all know I’m the third and the slowest updator in Astoria and I welcome seven of you folks. If you’re not on my list, then I’m afraid I’m not taking you right now as I’m capping myself. I may take one or two more later on though If I can handle it, we’ll see. I also apologize for any grammar errors and if my wording may seem awkward at times. Enough with the chitchat, let’s get down to business!

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    The Lost Tribes

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    King Ghidorah - (Please provide a link to your team stats next time. Thanks! )

    Fully aware of the danger you and your Krabby have faced should you fail the trial, you immediately order your Krabby to go to the pillar with the keys and start attempting to retrieve it. Your Krabby immediately follows and is now scuttling through the tunnel to reach the pillar. Your Krabby then gathers up his Rock energy to use Ancientpower to gather as many rocks around him as he could. He then created a pile of rocks for him to climb up to but unfortunately was still too short to reach the key. Regardless, Krabby still climbed up to the tower and then blew out bubbles in an attempt for it to hit the key and at the same time blew out an Icy Wind to freeze the bubbles, making them more solid. Unfortunately, while the wind did freeze the bubbles, they were way past from the key to prove to be useful as the wind only blew them away and the bubbles that did reach the key only just popped, with no effect whatsoever. Your Krabby did try to direct the frozen bubbles back at the key, but they just popped before they could even hit the key. What was even worse was that the makeshift tower of rocks that the Krabby was standing on proved to be very unstable and looked like it was about to fall over. Looks like you’re going to have to think of a better strategy as the Sigilyph still stares at you and the Krabby, not doing anything to help your situation, and the crimson wall moving closer to you...

    What will you do now?

    ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

    Suddenly, in a bright flash and in the face of impending doom, Krabby EVOLVED into Kingler.

    “He can’t stand on it. And now he’s twice as large. And he won’t be able to get back through the tunnel. KINGLER RETURN!”

    In a flash Kingler returned into it’s Pokeball. Hugo stood, examining the tunnel quickly as the crimson wall was inching closer and closer. All the while, the Siglyph stood on, watching, judging.

    “I need something…or somethings…that can fit through the tunnel. I got it!”

    Hugo quickly reached from his belt and grabbed a Pokeball, releasing Murkrow! Murkrow squawked happily…until noticing the giant wall coming toward her. Then she kind of started to freak out.

    “Alright, Murkrow, listen up! I need you to make your way through that tunnel! On the other side is a vine and at the end of the vine is a key. I need you to fly through there, grab the key, and bring it back to me fast. Like real fast. Super fast. NOW! GO! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!”

    And with that, Murkrow took off flying through the tunnel.

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    Whew, sorry for being so slow with these updates guys! I'm finally back from another vacay in Idaho, and I'm ready to head back into it, so... let's head back into it!

    The Divine Woodland


    Magus Falls

    Kaisap112

    You started to realize that words would not sway your crocodilian opponent, so you called back your Seel in favor of a stronger Pokemon: Elmira, your Shinx. Now you could use Kitty for some distance attacks and Elmira for close-range combat… if you could get Kitty away from Croconaw. That would prove difficult as the Croconaw continues its Rage-induced tirade on Kitty, bringing her health below 60% as its unpredictable movement keeps your Skitty guessing, making it harder to dodge. Kitty tries her best to back away, and is barely three feet away when she unleashes her Bullet Seed, this time hitting Croconaw three times for some decent damage, but this was likely to work against you as Croconaw’s Rage and attack power increases drastically with each hit. Elmira finds an opening to step in front of Kitty and protect her princess with a Leer attack, her warning to Croconaw to stay away or face her wrath. Add on her Intimidation, and you’d think that’d stop a Pokemon in its tracks, but a bigger, raging Croconaw? …Eh, not so much, though it did cut into its attack strength a little.

    However, this meant Elmira was in its path, and more importantly in the path of its jaws. Before your Shinx could react, Croconaw suddenly Bites into her torso, then throws her, resulting in her losing a fourth of her health after landing off to the side. Croconaw then starts to go after Kitty again, who was startled at what had happened that she couldn’t move, but Elmira wasn’t going to let Kitty get hurt again. She Tackles Croconaw from behind it, knocking it down hard, inches from Kitty. She then gains her senses and runs back toward you, hoping her older sister would follow suit. But the Croconaw suddenly gets back up and knocks Elmira off, separating her from you. All you could do was watch as your foe turns around and prepares to attack your helpless Pokemon...

    “Exeggutor, Psychic attack!” you hear a nasal voice suddenly call out.

    A palm tree with three coconut heads stomps out and you see her eyes glow, but more importantly the Croconaw’s body is fixed in place. Elmira also rushes back to your side as the Croconaw struggles to move, which uses more and more energy, but it is simply held in place until it gets tired and stops resisting, at which point Exeggutor gently sets it back down. Next to the Grass-type is a teenager with spiky hair, a black shirt, and khaki pants, looking like he was starting to sport a goatee. “Your Pokemon all right? That was pretty close!” Something feels familiar about him.

    He then approaches the tired Croconaw as he says, “So, what’s gotten into this guy anyway?” He makes a few attempts to look closer, but Croconaw still has the energy to snap at him. But one glance at the back of its jaw allows him to see what the problem is. He takes out a pair of tweezers from his pack and calmly says, “All right, I’m just tryin’ to help you, kay?” Croconaw groans in distrust as the teenager takes his other arm and tries to touch its nose to calm it down, but Croconaw suddenly clamps down on his arm, and he winces in pain. You watch in concern and try to run in to help, but he tells you to stay back, then he grits his teeth to fight off the pain, takes the tweezers in his other hand, and uses them to reach at something in the very back of its jaw. Croconaw Bites down harder, appearing to fight off its own pain, but after a few minutes, the teenager successfully pulls what looks like a tooth. After that, Croconaw calms back down and lets go of his arm. He sighs and says, “There you go, now you just need some rest. Exeggutor, use Hypnosis.”

    The Walking Jungle’s eyes glow again as she makes eye contact with Croconaw, and the reptile doesn’t try to resist the calming stare as it slowly drifts off to sleep, the raging waterfall nearby nowhere near loud enough to wake it anytime soon. He leaves a Sitrus Berry nearby so it can regain its energy when it wakes up, then he approaches you, holding up the tooth in his tweezers. “See? This tooth must’ve just grown weird and caused Croconaw a lot of pain. That’s probably why it went berserk. It should be fine now, though; it just needs some rest.” As he got some bandages and Exeggutor used her Psychic powers to help bandage his arm he suddenly says, “Oh yeah, I forgot to introduce myself! I’m Gary, the Viridian City Gym Leader!”

    What will Noriko do?
    OOC: Sorry for the wait, my brain refused to work properly.


    Noriko watched helplessly as Kitty and Elmira proceeded to battle the angry Croconaw – with devastating results. Croconaw’s use of Rage made pretty much all of the two felines’ attacks only work against them by powering up the Water-type Pokémon even further. Elmira got caught in a powerful Bite and was tossed aside like a ragdoll. Her Intimidation was nearly useless and the battle was looking extremely bad for Noriko and her partners.

    “Exeggutor, Psychic attack!”

    The sudden command made Noriko stiffen, but what made the situation even more threatening was a large, coconut-tree-looking Pokémon rushing at them from a nearby bush, stomping loudly while at it. Noriko didn’t need to consult a Pokédex to recognize an Exeggutor, a Grass-type Pokémon with a good dose of Psychic-qualities. Croconaw stood still, heavily affected by Psychic no doubt, eyes fixed on the intruder. Not a moment sooner a young man came from behind Exeggutor, wearing khaki pants and a black shirt. The spiked hair seemed incredibly familiar…

    “Your Pokemon all right? That was pretty close!” Noriko nodded to the young man’s question, her Pokémon having already run right into her arms in fear. There was no damage that a visit to the Pokémon Center wouldn’t fix, but Croconaw was a bigger issue.

    “So, what’s gotten into this guy anyway?” This man was either very brave or very dumb, thought Noriko to herself while watching him approach the Croconaw and try to make contact with it. The man pulled a pair of tweezers out of his backpack. “All right, I’m just tryin’ to help you, kay?” A gasp escaped out of her mouth when Croconaw, clearly not happy with the young man, Bit right on his arm. Noriko didn’t even manage to run two steps before she was ordered to stand back. Incredibly enough he was still talking to Croconaw, like the attack on his arm wasn’t much at all. He held in his free hand a pair of tweezers, reaching quickly into Croconaw’s mouth and pulling out a bad-looking tooth after a bit of painful-looking struggling. Noriko watched in amazement as Croconaw quietly let go of the arm in response.

    “There you go, now you just need some rest. Exeggutor, use Hypnosis.” Croconaw fell asleep without struggle, with the young man leaving a Sitrus Berry by its side for later consumption. Noriko still had a hard time processing this incredibly odd event. The man showed her the bad tooth.

    “See? This tooth must’ve just grown weird and caused Croconaw a lot of pain. That’s probably why it went berserk. It should be fine now, though; it just needs some rest.” He proceeded to get some bandages from his backpack, and with some help from Exeggutor’s Psychic bandaged his arm up. “Oh yeah, I forgot to introduce myself! I’m Gary, the Viridian City Gym Leader!”

    Noriko’s eyes went wide at the realization of who exactly was making casual conversation with her. Gary: a Gym Leader, a famous one at that, and even more powerful than Erika. So many girls had joined his fan club Noriko had lost count. Even ones at the Celadon Gym! Noriko, still holding Elmira and Kitty in her arms, bowed deeply. “It is an honor to meet a Gym Leader! I’m Noriko and these are Elmira and Kitty, my friends, and I apologize for the trouble, my friends haven’t been in a whole lot of battles yet and I overestimated my capability…” she went on to blabber apologetically, nervous like never before. Her head suddenly snapped back up. “Oh, how come a Gym Leader is wandering around these parts of the woods?” She laid Elmira and Kitty back on the ground, summoning both back in their Pokéballs for a good rest. “Or has that Croconaw been problematic for a long time?”

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    Eyrie Peak


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    You just knew there was something odd about a certain Beedrill’s behavior, so your curiosity gets the better of you, and you decide to head off in the direction it flew to. Along the way, you find an Ariados checking out an empty web; it almost looked like it was mourning over something. Fortunately, it was too distracted to attack you, so you quickly move on. Next to catch your eye was a Volbeat handing a flower to an Illumise, the female bug’s cheeks becoming rosy as she accepts the flower and they begin dancing in what was likely a courtship ritual. Beautiful, but another good sidetracker, so once again you continue down the path. You then hear some buzzing, so you assumed it was the Beedrill, but nope, a Yanma flies past you, looking for somewhere to land. More buzzing now, this time a lot of it. Ah, this must be the hive your peculiar bee friend belongs to. You hide behind the bushes to avoid being seen, and, sure enough, you could see the one you were after. Looked like it was feeding the berries to some hungry Weedle, but then you notice it flying over to a larger Beedrill sitting at the stump of the tree where the hive was. Oh wow, this Beedrill must be the queen of this hive! But she looks sick, and you could see the smaller Beedrill feeding her some Berries too, but it didn’t look like her sickness was alleviating any. The berries she was being fed either weren’t what she needed or weren’t powerful enough.

    What will Joshua do?

    As interesting as the forest sights were, especially that Volbeat and Illumise courtship ritual - seemed like a good research opportunity, not that he was a researcher - Joshua had a mission - figure out why that Beedrill hadn't attacked him. Stupid natural curiosity. A long trek later, he came across the hive, and ducked into the bushes so he could have a good vantage point yet not risk being attacked. Careful watching revealed the plight of the hive - the Queen Beedrill was sick. The drone Joshua had seen was bringing her some berries in an attempt to cure the illness, as were some other Beedrill, but none of it was doing any good. So what could be done here? Putting the Queen in his debt could only be beneficial after all... If berries would do nothing, perhaps it was time for human medicine. He did have some Potions on standby after all. But how could he win the trust of the hive?

    He took a Potion (3/5) from his bag, and stood slowly, approaching the hive as cautiously as he could, using his body language to make it plain that he had no intention of harming anything there...

    Goodbye cruel world.


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    Default Adventures in Astoria by Dark Searchman, Part 10

    Whew, I have some time to post this before I get into packing, so here goes! Sorry for being lazy, folks! >_< Also I've decided that my group should start posting in lime so we can distinguish ourselves from the others in Astoria.


    The Divine Woodland


    Magus Falls

    Kaisap112

    You could forget all about the near-death experience that Kitty and Elmira had against a cranky Croconaw (in fact, you would rather forget it); you had to live in the moment here! I mean, when was the last time you met a Gym Leader, huh? My guess… too long ago to satisfy you. And now, here you were, standing in front of one of the dreamiest Gym Leaders from the Kanto region: Gary Oak, grandson of the Prof. Oak! You were so embarrassed, you had to apologize for you and your Pokemon’s inexperience as you returned them to their Pokeballs and gave them some time to rest. But then it occurred to you: what was the Viridian City Gym Leader doing all the way out here in Astoria? His answer: “Heh heh, you’re really lucky, I just happened to be here looking for some ruins I was asked to check out!” chuckled Gary. “Things just looked bad for you, so I figured I’d better step in! I’m just glad it all worked out!”

    You then look towards the Croconaw and the pool of water at the base of the waterfall, and you notice a familiar head pop out of the water. It’s the Remoraid who helped you earlier, and as you point out the fish to Gary, he notices something. “Hey wait… Remoraid, can you come a little closer?” Remoraid swims up to the edge of the pool, and Gary kneels down for a closer look at this Pokemon. “What’s this…?” he asks quietly as you could see him remove what looked like a ring from the Remoraid’s tail fin. He looks closer at the ring and gasps. “Remoraid, where did you get this?” he asked urgently, showing her the ring. “Can you show me?” Remoraid nods, then swims over to the raging Waterfall and scales up the pouring water, then swimming into… somewhere. It looked to be a few meters below the top of the waterfall, but… what is this, I don’t even… “Hm, guess I need to head in there too… Exeggutor, return, and go, Blastoise!” Gary switches from a three-headed palm tree to a big blue turtle with shoulder cannons. “All right, Blastoise, use Waterfall to get me up to that point!” he orders, pointing where the Remoraid disappeared. Blastoise jumps into the water, then Gary says, “Well, I’m gonna check this out, so see ya around!” And with that, Gary jumps in as well and holds on to Blastoise’s back as his turtle climbs up the Waterfall too. The idea of exploring ancient ruins sure sounded interesting, but exploring ruins with the Gary Oak? You could turn such a dream into reality… if you had a Pokemon that could use Waterfall, that is…

    What will Noriko do?



    Eyrie Peak


    Adventure Path

    Flame Mistress – {Your update is here.}



    Posy Field

    Jolteonjak

    Having successfully dealt with two of the three Beedrill blocking your way so their Berry-thieving friend could escape, you had one sticking around. Why it was trying to stall out for more time, you had no idea, but it did give you an opportunity to try some more flashy moves. At least, you’d try them after the Beedrill spit out fine silk threads. Lots of Strings Shot out at all of the Pokemon, each of them unable to shake off the silk, but at least it didn’t hamper their movement too much. Besides, Cyndaquil didn’t need to move around much to bring out his Icy Hidden Power and direct it towards Beedrill for some decent damage. Meanwhile, Teddiursa found your offer of a Pecha Berry too good to resist, and she enjoyed eating the toxin-curing fruit. She thanks your gesture of a sweet tasting berry with a cute smile as Numel Growls at the Beedrill, making it start to think a little more about getting away.

    You then notice its antennae perk up and really start to panic. It deliberated about whether or not it should try and get the comatose Beedrill to safety, but once you started hearing more buzzing, you saw it flying away extremely quickly. More buzzing now… You turn around and barely avoid peeing in your own pants at the sight of a huge Beedrill swarm bearing down on your position, and fast. Of course the consensus is to turn tail and put as much distance between you and the swarm as much as possible, but as you look back, you can see a few of the Beedrill break away from the swarm and attack the two unconscious bees. Any attempt to try and stop them, of course, would not have been a good idea, so you, your Pokemon, and Teddiursa continue to flee. You run out into the meadow when you notice Teddiursa and your Numel lose their footing. Moreso this time, you, Cyndaquil, and even Heracross want to stop and help, but the swarm had already overtaken the two Pokemon, and your instincts overtake you and keep your legs moving as Cyndaquil and Heracross keep up with you as well. You run into another forested area, and soon you find yourself running into a tree buzzing with even more Beedrill, along with Weedle and Kakuna, and you could catch a glimpse of a man in his twenties in the middle of that swarm… {keep reading… =) }

    Son_of_Shadows – {In the future, you'll want to link here if you plan on using those Potions of yours... =) }

    You see the Beedrill feeding its queen some Berries, none of which were working, but at least they would sustain her until they got the one Berry that would cure her. Maybe, though, it wasn’t Berries that were needed, it was a Potion. Healing item in hand, you slowly stand up. Of course, the idea of a human being this close to the hive didn’t resonate all too well with most of the Beedrill there as they sound the alarm and close in on you. You were scared out of your wits, yet you stood there with your hands up, not doing anything but explain your purpose was to try and assist their queen. They were even more on edge about the idea of you doing something to Her Majesty, but after a few minutes of you not moving, they relax their stances and allow you to have an audience with her. You approach slowly, your legs trembling, showing you were as much afraid as the Beedrill were.

    Finally, you came close enough to the queen, and the Beedrill from before recognizes you and slowly backs away from his queen, holding his stinger arm out toward you, daring you to try anything funny. You slowly kneel in front of the sick queen and carefully hold the Potion against the queen’s torso, your hands trembling before spraying the ointment. She buzzes in pain, and the guard Beedrill tense up once again. You close your eyes and tense up yourself, expecting a barrage of stings, but the Beedrill next to you buzzes some sort of message towards the other Beedrill, presumably a message that he believed you were only trying to help. They maintain their positions, and you look up and see that the queen is in better shape but still sick. But, by golly, your act of bravery/stupidity/charity wasn’t going to go unappreciated! Your friend gently lifts with his stingers a Pecha Berry from the pile of berries that you recognized was from the handful it was carrying earlier and raises it up towards you so you could take it. Still, if a Potion wasn’t going to cure her, what would?

    Your thoughts are interrupted as you notice another Beedrill fly towards the hive. It looked like it had sustained a few battle scars, but what it battled, you weren’t quite sure. The injured Beedrill and the one you had met earlier start talking to each other, then to the queen. She weakly gives out some sort of command to the rest of the hive to prepare for a battle, and you see and hear the buzzing they make as they follow their sick queen. Then you hear more buzzing from out in the distance. Lots of buzzing. And screaming too. You first see a 16 year old boy with a Cyndaquil and a Heracross run up to the hive… behind them was a swarm of Beedrill slightly bigger than the swarm you were with… {keep reading… =) }

    Jolteonjak & Son_of_Shadows

    Both of you suddenly realize what was happening: one Beedrill swarm had come to invade the other’s nest, and you and your Pokemon were about to be caught in the turmoil. You try your best to get yourselves out of the way of the clashing Beedrill, but a few seconds into watching the battle unfold, each of you see a certain group of Beedrill from the invading swarm that catches your interest. Why? Because they held captive a couple of noteworthy Pokemon; the Teddiursa that Chad had befriended was struggling to escape one Beedrill’s arms until another one held one of its stingers up to Teddiursa’s throat at which point she simply froze in fear, tears streaming down her cheeks, but she dare not cry and risk agitating her captors further. Another Beedrill held a barely conscious Karrablast whom Joshua recognized as the one he and Bishop battled earlier. Oh, but they weren’t the only things interesting about this group. Your attention soon focuses on one of the Beedrill whose body was green and black instead of yellow and black, her eyes being blue instead of red. Judging by the way she waved her stingers around, you could tell she was the queen of this swarm. Unfortunately, Chad is unable to find his Numel at this point and could only assume the Numb Pokemon was left where he fell after the bees were done with him. The Shiny Beedrill queen notices your presence and orders her attendants to give her some space while she wishes to have some fun with a few non-Beedrill opponents. Both of you now stand against this new queen, unknowingly defending the queen lying in sickness, her two attendants whom you had met earlier watching to see which side of the battle you would join, if any. All the while, skirmishes between the swarms take place in the surrounding areas.

    For this special battle, both of you are allowed to have two Pokemon out at the same time and may call out two attacks per Pokemon per reply. However, Joltoenjak, Numel is currently rendered unavailable to you for this adventure. You may decide to continue using Cyndaquil and Heracross, or you may substitute either or both of them for other Pokemon in your active party. However, be advised that since Cyndaquil has not had time to heal, his energy and health will stay at what it was when your previous battle ended. He currently has below 50% energy, and his health remains at above 60%. Heracross, meanwhile, has full health and about 90% energy. Son_of_Shadows, if you decide to use Bishop again, he will have only gained about a fourth of his health and energy back… and if you recall, he came pretty darn close to losing all of his energy battling Karrablast. He would also sit at about 60% of his health.

    So, what will Chad and Joshua do?



    Garden of Iris


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    Coolz8

    Leah allows you to grasp her hand so she could find some comfort to help her with the pain from her leg injury. “Torterra, please use Iron Head on Vespiquen after Trick moves, then Bite,” she orders her tortoise, wincing again from the pain.

    The Combee hold their positions and try combining their Gust attacks again, this time forming two smaller cyclones instead of one big one so they could hit two targets, but thanks to some quick thinking Trick was able to duck under Torterra, reducing the damage he would’ve taken. Of course, this meant Torterra took the brunt of the attacks, but she could take it in style. Then all of a sudden, Trick jumped out from under his cover and let loose a bright Flash on the small swarm. Your vision returned to normal after a few seconds, and then you could see for a brief moment the damage the Flash had caused. The first two Combee were able to look away, but Vespiquen and the other three Combee find their vision out of sorts, one of them finding their vision particularly blurry. The important thing, though, was that Vespiquen wasn’t going to see the Continent Pokemon coming. While Trick was distracting your enemies, Torterra had been charging Steel energy, magnetizing what little Iron there was in the fields and drawing it towards her Head. She wasn’t going to wait for Trick to get out of the way, however, but fortunately the little Treecko barely jumped away so that Vespiquen would take the full blow of the critical hit she was dealt. Pushed back against a tree, Vespiquen was brought back down to below half of her health. “I’m sorry, I told her to attack after your Treecko moved, but she is too impatient. Just… please be careful around her,” says Leah, apologizing for her Torterra’s Hasty tendencies. You then feel a breeze come straight at you… which would be supporting the Combee’s backs with a refreshing Tailwind, and the glowing eyes of Vespiquen show who provided it. Now you had to deal with some even faster Bug Pokemon!

    And guess what? Those faster Combee were going to whip up Gusts even quicker now! Fortunately, they seem preoccupied on getting Torterra off of Vespiquen and concentrate all their Gust attacks towards that direction. The five attacks combine once again, dealing some good damage to Torterra, but also accidentally dealing that same damage to Vespiquen in the process! Torterra was successfully blown off to the side, but at what price? Oh, and they had their backs turned; this was Trick’s chance to attack another Combee! Latching onto one Combee’s back, he Absorbs more delicious honey goodness, gaining only another tiny portion of his health back, but at least he wasn’t damaged too much, so he was brought that much closer back to full health. Thanks to Tailwind, Vespiquen could Order one of her servants to come over and Heal her before Torterra could attack again, but it took time for the Combee to transfer all of its health over to his queen. Too much time. Torterra interrupted the healing by Biting her quarry in the midsection and causing Vespiquen to flinch. And the process didn’t exactly allow Combee to stop transferring his energy somewhere. Poor little bee, he was only able to complete half of the healing process; the other half of his energy was wasted, and he fell unconscious knowing he failed in his duties.

    Well, this left four Combee, still just below 90% health, but now starting to look a little tired at about half energy; Trick is currently latched on to one of the Combee’s backs, who is slightly behind in health from the others. Vespiquen was getting a run for her money now since her Heal Order only half worked, and she was now below 40% health and at about 60% energy. Trick and Torterra were both still looking pretty healthy, though Trick would need to make sure not to get in Torterra’s way, or he would risk getting caught in the giant tortoise’s attacks.

    What will Frinth do?



    Dead Forest


    Toxic Marsh

    Ampharos_Dude

    A Toxicroak assailant had just been suppressed by two hillbillies, much to the chagrin of your Sunkern. As you shake hands, you ask who the Squirtleman was. “Wha- you never heard of the Squirtleman?” asks the guy you shake hands with. “Well, you’re shakin’ hands with ‘im!” he says proudly. “Real name’s Ronnie, ‘n this is Louie.” He then explains that it’s his job to deal with nuisance Pokemon around the Toxic Marsh, whether it was an Ekans in someone’s bedroom or a Gloom wafting its pungent odor around a neighborhood. His specialty, however, was in the Squirtle evolution line, hence where he got the nickname “Squirtleman”. The Toxicroak they took down was a big problem for a local who relied on raising Leavanny to make the clothes she sold. “But now he’s in this!” said the Squirtleman, holding the special Pokeball with the Squirtle sticker that held Toxicroak. “The Squirtle on the Pokeball helps me figure out which Pokemon I need to relocate. I’ve got plenty of ‘em, ‘cause we got a few more calls to get today.

    “Tell you what, I think we could use some help with our calls today, ‘s just my gut tellin’ me. Plenty of adventure and re-ality for a kid like you! Plus, we’ll be movin’ a few turtle Pokemon out of someone’s pond. Who knows, maybe there’s a Squirtle thar that I’ll let ya catch! So, whatcha say?”

    What will Shiro do?


    Missingno. Master

    You were just walking through the heavenly swamp when you suddenly had a .22 pointed at you and Gemini. You explained to the brunette that you had no idea you were walking on someone’s private property and would gladly like to know the best way to get off of it. From her expression, you could see that she believed you, but as she lowered her gun, she said, “Hold on thar, partner! Y’all looked like you were walkin’ through here like ya owned these parts. Can’t do that ‘round here ‘thout bein’ a strong Poison trainer. I can’t jus’ let y’all go anywhere else in the Toxic Marsh ‘thout you provin’ yer Weezin’s got mor’n bad gas!” She takes out a Pokeball and throws it. “Let’s go Teddie!”

    An entity of living sludge shaped like a bear popped out of her Pokeball, and the Garbodor roared out proudly, challenging Gemini to a battle as well. “Let’s put a bet with this! If y’all lose, you gotta leave the swamps, but if ya win, we’ll treat y’all to lunch! Now get ready, y’all! Teddie, ‘fthey wan’ a battle, start with Stockpile, then Acid Spray to wear ‘em down, then Body Slam!” Well, that’s a pretty big risk for you if you lose, but it didn’t look like she was going to let you have any other choice… not while she had that shotgun close to her, at least. Or you could just leave and admit you weren't worthy of traversing these swamps.

    What will Keith do?



    The Burial Ground

    Marion Ette

    Oblivious to the onslaught of Poison Pokemon being controlled by a Mismagius and a Gengar, you call them out for being so predictable in their identities. You also look at the Trubbish with the hope of catching one for a friend. Minerva, on the other hand, was absolutely livid with rage at what they wanted to do with her and Marion. She brings out a long pin and tries to place a nasty Curse on Mismagius, causing both her and the Mismagius to curdle blood with their screams. You recall Minerva before she tried putting more Curses on the two ghosts and sacrifice herself in the process, but now this left you and Sangre to deal with two demented spirits and an army of sludge. Only one thing to do in this situation… run. Sangre continues to sweat as he hovers above you so you could grab his feet, and he then picks you up and tries to Fly you as far as he could out and away from the graveyard. Before you cleared the last row of tombstones, you could hear the Mismagius scream out her own cursings, though without the pin: “That ****** Banette just proved she doesn’t deserve the privileged power we possess, sister! Once we add her human to our collection, I’ll rip that ragdoll to pieces!!

    But she’s escaping! After her, minions!” orders the Gengar.

    You notice the Poison Pokemon moving a little faster, and Sangre tries to put more distance between you and them, per your urges. After a couple of miles, however, Sangre loses altitude, energy, and—eventually—consciousness. You and your Crobat fall into the trees and you lose your own consciousness as your body falls through the trees…

    **********

    Wake up…

    No, I think you’re supposed to say ‘please’.

    Oh, okay, please wake up…

    I’m already awake, you should be telling her to wake up!

    Oh, right! Hey, lady, please wake up!

    Shut up, you two! The human will wake up on her own.

    Barely cognizant, you could hear the conversation of Ghost Pokemon as though they were humans (because that’s how good you were… skillz!), and you suddenly sit up and open your eyes to find a Gastly and Misdreavus in front of you, with a Haunter off to the side and your Crobat resting beside you.

    Oh good, you’re awake!” the Gastly says in her language.

    I think that’s a little obvious,” replies the Misdreavus.

    I think I told you two to shut up,” the Haunter interrupts. She then talks in human language. “Your Crobat still needs lots of rest, but other than that, he’s fine. You’re both lucky we found you and dragged you two to our cave; otherwise, our sisters’ minions would have taken you back to them.”

    Whoa whoa whoa, sisters? Maybe these ghosts know what’s going on around here.

    What will Marion do?

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    Missingno. Master

    You were just walking through the heavenly swamp when you suddenly had a .22 pointed at you and Gemini. You explained to the brunette that you had no idea you were walking on someone’s private property and would gladly like to know the best way to get off of it. From her expression, you could see that she believed you, but as she lowered her gun, she said, “Hold on thar, partner! Y’all looked like you were walkin’ through here like ya owned these parts. Can’t do that ‘round here ‘thout bein’ a strong Poison trainer. I can’t jus’ let y’all go anywhere else in the Toxic Marsh ‘thout you provin’ yer Weezin’s got mor’n bad gas!” She takes out a Pokeball and throws it. “Let’s go Teddie!”

    An entity of living sludge shaped like a bear popped out of her Pokeball, and the Garbodor roared out proudly, challenging Gemini to a battle as well. “Let’s put a bet with this! If y’all lose, you gotta leave the swamps, but if ya win, we’ll treat y’all to lunch! Now get ready, y’all! Teddie, ‘fthey wan’ a battle, start with Stockpile, then Acid Spray to wear ‘em down, then Body Slam!” Well, that’s a pretty big risk for you if you lose, but it didn’t look like she was going to let you have any other choice… not while she had that shotgun close to her, at least. Or you could just leave and admit you weren't worthy of traversing these swamps.

    What will Keith do?
    Keith grinned as the girl informed him that he had to prove his Weezing's worth, as well as his worth as a trainer of Poison-types. Pokemon battles were practically what he lived for, and his pride as a Poison-type trainer was at stake here, too. There was no way in hell he was gonna turn this challenge down. "I accept," stated Keith as he turned to look at Gemini. Both heads were sporting identical grins, eager to battle. As the girl sent out her Pokemon, a Garbodor named Teddie, Keith was impressed. He could tell that the Garbodor was well trained just by looking at it. "Wow," he murmured as he took out his Pokedex and pointed it at the Poison-type.

    "Garbodor, the Trash Heap Pokemon, and the evolved form of Trubbish," it droned. "Garbodor absorbs garbage and makes it part of its body. It grips its opponents with its left arm and sprays poisonous fluids from the tubes on its right arm."

    "Let's do it, Gemini!" Keith exclaimed.

    "Weezing weez," replied Gemini as they floated out in front of their trainer, looking right back at the Garbodor. Keith thought for a few seconds, and then called out his orders.

    "Gemini, once it uses Stockpile, hit it with Clear Smog to take away its defense boosts. Try to dodge the Acid Spray, and if you can't, use Haze. Wrap it up with a Psybeam!"

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    A Toxicroak assailant had just been suppressed by two hillbillies, much to the chagrin of your Sunkern. As you shake hands, you ask who the Squirtleman was. “Wha- you never heard of the Squirtleman?” asks the guy you shake hands with. “Well, you’re shakin’ hands with ‘im!” he says proudly. “Real name’s Ronnie, ‘n this is Louie.” He then explains that it’s his job to deal with nuisance Pokemon around the Toxic Marsh, whether it was an Ekans in someone’s bedroom or a Gloom wafting its pungent odor around a neighborhood. His specialty, however, was in the Squirtle evolution line, hence where he got the nickname “Squirtleman”. The Toxicroak they took down was a big problem for a local who relied on raising Leavanny to make the clothes she sold. “But now he’s in this!” said the Squirtleman, holding the special Pokeball with the Squirtle sticker that held Toxicroak. “The Squirtle on the Pokeball helps me figure out which Pokemon I need to relocate. I’ve got plenty of ‘em, ‘cause we got a few more calls to get today.

    “Tell you what, I think we could use some help with our calls today, ‘s just my gut tellin’ me. Plenty of adventure and re-ality for a kid like you! Plus, we’ll be movin’ a few turtle Pokemon out of someone’s pond. Who knows, maybe there’s a Squirtle thar that I’ll let ya catch! So, whatcha say?”

    What will Shiro do?


    Hearing what Ronnie had to say, Shiro started pondering whether or not he should help them.
    “Sure, I would love to help you out, and I owe at least that much to you for helping me and Cherry with the Toxicroak.” Shiro answered, with a smile of gratefulness on his face.
    “And besides, maybe I even could catch a glimpse of one of those grass-type turtles/tortoises. Turtwig it was if I remember correctly.” He added, and his started glowing a bit, revealing his liking of grass-types.

    After this, he put Cherry back into her babycarrier, as he wasn’t sure when they would leave to the pond. Cherry was a little relucant, however, as she was interrupted from planning the revenge on Squirtleman.
    Shiro, however, did not notice this, as he started thinking the possibility of a grass turtle hanging out with water turtles, and tried to think what the odds for that would be.

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    Marion Ette

    Oblivious to the onslaught of Poison Pokemon being controlled by a Mismagius and a Gengar, you call them out for being so predictable in their identities. You also look at the Trubbish with the hope of catching one for a friend. Minerva, on the other hand, was absolutely livid with rage at what they wanted to do with her and Marion. She brings out a long pin and tries to place a nasty Curse on Mismagius, causing both her and the Mismagius to curdle blood with their screams. You recall Minerva before she tried putting more Curses on the two ghosts and sacrifice herself in the process, but now this left you and Sangre to deal with two demented spirits and an army of sludge. Only one thing to do in this situation… run. Sangre continues to sweat as he hovers above you so you could grab his feet, and he then picks you up and tries to Fly you as far as he could out and away from the graveyard. Before you cleared the last row of tombstones, you could hear the Mismagius scream out her own cursings, though without the pin: “That ****** Banette just proved she doesn’t deserve the privileged power we possess, sister! Once we add her human to our collection, I’ll rip that ragdoll to pieces!!

    But she’s escaping! After her, minions!” orders the Gengar.

    You notice the Poison Pokemon moving a little faster, and Sangre tries to put more distance between you and them, per your urges. After a couple of miles, however, Sangre loses altitude, energy, and—eventually—consciousness. You and your Crobat fall into the trees and you lose your own consciousness as your body falls through the trees…

    **********

    Wake up…

    No, I think you’re supposed to say ‘please’.

    Oh, okay, please wake up…

    I’m already awake, you should be telling her to wake up!

    Oh, right! Hey, lady, please wake up!

    Shut up, you two! The human will wake up on her own.

    Barely cognizant, you could hear the conversation of Ghost Pokemon as though they were humans (because that’s how good you were… skillz!), and you suddenly sit up and open your eyes to find a Gastly and Misdreavus in front of you, with a Haunter off to the side and your Crobat resting beside you.

    Oh good, you’re awake!” the Gastly says in her language.

    I think that’s a little obvious,” replies the Misdreavus.

    I think I told you two to shut up,” the Haunter interrupts. She then talks in human language. “Your Crobat still needs lots of rest, but other than that, he’s fine. You’re both lucky we found you and dragged you two to our cave; otherwise, our sisters’ minions would have taken you back to them.”

    Whoa whoa whoa, sisters? Maybe these ghosts know what’s going on around here.

    What will Marion do?
    The last thing that Marion can remember is Sangre straining to keep her aloft, trying desperately to save his trainer from what appeared to be her imminent death... She remembers urging him to stop if he felt tired, telling him that she can run, that she regretted having him transport her when he was already so low on energy, but he refused to admit to any weakness. He knew what it meant if he let go of her. Much as he hated to openly show it, he had grown fond of the creepy young lady who had trained him for so long, and though his body begged him to give up and rest, his honor as a winged hunter and expert flier hung in the balance. Eventually, though, no amount of will could overcome Sangre's exhaustion, and the pair came tumbling down through the trees. Marion remembers starting the prayer, "Lord Giratina, we-" before blanking out entirely.

    As Marion comes back into consciousness, the voices of ghosts fill her mind, though they sound different from the ones that she had encountered before. The ghostly trainer carefully reaches out for the wing of her beloved partner, stroking it gently. "Sangre, I'm sorry..." Her weak voice strains to apologize to the Crobat that sacrificed so much to try and save her. She is immediately relieved when the Haunter assures her in human language that Sangre will be all right after some rest. Deciding to respond in the language she was most comfortable with, she chooses to speak in Shuppet dialect:

    I am glad to hear that my partner will recover. Thank you... Thank you so much for providing us shelter from that horde of minions. It seems as if freeing one of your sisters' "playthings" from their poisonous prison did not go over well with them... Marion sits up, wincing a bit at her soreness from the fall, though she seems to have indeed been lucky, having only sustained a few minor bumps and scrapes. She bows her head to show thanks to the three ghosts surrounding her. Though she was indeed curious about these three and their relationship to the two witches that had attacked her team, she decided in the moment that displaying how grateful she was for their help was more important than pressing for information. Is there anything I can do to repay the kindness that you have shown to Sangre and myself?

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    Just thought I’d get this out there, I’m not becoming an Astoria ZA. I’m hoping to finish an adventure I started with Arc Angel when I first started updating. It was one of my biggest regrets never finishing this adventure as it got so close to the end and I had so much planned. So when Arc said she’d be up for finishing it off I was over the moon. Hopefully we’ll get a good few updates covered before I start uni again, and then I really hope to finish it within half terms and holidays. *Fingers crossed* So, without further ado.

    Previously...

    Arc Angel: Spurn to revisit the painful memories of her lost love ones a traveller took a turn down on Memory Lane one fateful night, where a blind seer was waiting for her. She’d prophesised Stacey as one of the only souls able to quell the evil uprising growing in Fizzy Bubbles, and after a perilous journey to the bowels of an ancient tomb found herself cast into the jungles of a faraway island. She immediately encountered the renegade Pokémon – an omen for the fire and death that was spreading through the forests like a plague. Stacey’s encounter with the evil cult was short-lived – her own forces grossly outmatched by the raw power of the Shadow Pokémon. When all hope seemed lost the girl was rescued by Iris, the Island’s protector, and her Shaymin. She ran as fast as her legs would carry her but death was persistent and chased her toward a bewildered Stantler where she met her fate. Finally at peace... until the girl was dragged out of limbo by Iris, unable to rest until she’d finished what had started. Now, with the help of Iris and Gallade, they return to the jungle continent to put an end to the war once and for all. The epic conclusion begins!

    The Final Battle

    Arc Angel: You sway on the spot with an incredible sense of vertigo coursing up your undead spine. The wind gushed against the cliff face like crashing waves, as if the Island was suspended by a sea of thick clouds kicking up a rough storm. A strong current would sweep you clean off its face - Maybe that would be easier than the daunting leap of faith. Where you’d expected to see the destination, the view was spoilt by billowing purple thunderclouds rumbling violently. Sparks flew up and down the churning vortex making it feel more and more otherworldly by the second. Although your heart wasn’t beating, you swear you feel it give a start as Iris begins to count down. Reaching zero you feel your feet pick up off the ground, swan diving blindly into the wide open sky. A blustering wind whistles against your eardrums drowning out all other noise barring the occasional below of thunder from the maelstrom below. You strain ahead, dark strands of hair blowing in your face making it impossible to get a good view as you swiftly lost altitude. You spot Iris in the corner of your peripheral, spread-eagled and grinning amidst the sensation of falling. Her Shaymin had braved its Sky forme and was spiralling close to her lap. The turbulence was growing stronger as the freefall continued, the swelling vortex now all you could see ahead. You take one last heavy swallow and instinctively shut your eyes tight, as though kidding yourself this would be the end.

    The numbness of penetrating a sheet of icy cold water sends you into shivers, static dancing over your skin as you broke through the threshold. A wave of heat ripples against your wet body, you dare to open your eyes giving you a split second bird’s eye of what lay ahead... Nothing. The island that’d been carpeted in lush jungle was unrecognisable. The miles of shifting terrain were black and ashy, its trees sticking out like brittle matchsticks. Smoke belched from the charred brambles and there wasn’t a Pokémon in sight. The mangled sensation of shock and realisation is fleeting, you’d gained so much momentum your corpse seems plunge to the earth as quick as it’d left the threshold of stormy cloud. With a low thud you fall flat against the cindered flatland, but the pain you’d flinched for doesn’t come. Stumbling to your feet you beat the ash off your arms and legs and check for any breaks. Half expecting your body to be dismembered from the thirty thousand foot freefall your body was in the same shape as it was the moment of your bereavement. This fails to strike any relief or confidence in your mangled corpse rattled with despair. You were dead. Trapped.

    “Stacey, they’re over here!” Iris breaks off any chain of thought as you home into her voice, eyes darting through the fields of charred brambles and matchstick trees until you found the blonde goddess. The brittle branches snap under your step as you follow her tail, a drop ahead creeping into view. Shaymin had shrunk back to its land forme and was cowering meekly behind the tresses of Iris’s dress, striking fear in your eyes as your curiosity burned to see what they could. The fire is quenched as you reach the edge of the mesa and gaze down at the valley below. The sound of chanting and harsh battle cries fills your ears, their torchlight dancing in your pupils which were wide with inescapable terror. The dozens of hooded figures amongst the crowd were scary enough, an unpleasant reminder of your desperate struggle in your final hours. But the Dim Sun disciples paled in comparison to the beasts crowded around them. Hundreds of Shadow Pokémon were thumping their chest plates aggressively, howling and roaring as their red eyes flickered with animosity. You spot an army of Charizard, Tyranitar and Nidoking to name a few of the grounded powerhouses lined up in the valley whilst an fleet of Salamence, Gliscor, Hydriegon and other avian circled the skies like blackhawk jets. All clad in battle armour a realisation coursed through your mind... You were at war.

    Suddenly the valley fills with silence as all heads turn toward a chain of blue torches igniting on a plateau jutted about halfway up the vale. You squint ahead in renewed curiosity, straining your eyes to make out the contorted face of the cult leader. Syrian’s cloak billowed around his feet like drifting smoke, his eyes a smouldering scarlet even from the great distance. His skin was a ghostly ashen in the ominous torchlight, he was as mutated from human as a normal Pokémon from Shadow. Just a few paces to the demon’s left was his Shadow Toxicroak, who’d made his way to the ranks of most loyal servant after betraying you to the demon. The dirty traitor fills you with rage until you catch a glimpse of a black curtain to Syrian’s right, camouflaged into the surroundings. You turn to face Iris to gauge her reaction, her sapphire eyes fixed on the plateau with an unreadable expression. Syrian steps a foot forward, teetering on the edge of the perilous drop to his army below as his voice clears. Each amplified word feels like a prick down your spine, as though his lips were pursed against your ear.

    “Fellow brothers! Hear me! My name, as I appear to you today, is Syrian. This world of ours is a crude one. It is rotting from the insides. It has been, and always will be, a struggle to survive in this world. Because we are all so lacking, we fight and we maim. A never ending struggle between good and evil. Purity and corruption. The scales between the two are in constant instability. The world must change, and darkness must reign for there to be amity. Together we pored over myths and exposed their secrets. Together we have summoned Giratina and with us tonight, we have obtained the means to tip the scales! Tonight, we conquer Fizzy Bubbles. And from the ashes shall rise a new world. A world where I WILL BE GOD!” A rapture of applause erupts from the valley as the Shadow Pokémon thump their chests and howl toward the sky with kindled enthusiasm. The speech has an adverse effect from the vantage above, a wrenching feeling in your gut dwindling away any hope. There’s no discussion, just the steady whimpering of a frightened Shaymin. You’d like nothing better than to cradle the Pokémon in your arms, but distraction broke out from the plateau erasing all thought from your head.

    “Today, the Cloud Garden fell”, a few cheers break off from below, dying out suddenly as Syrian continues, “But we did not purge everything. From the ashes, we salvaged the last piece of the puzzle. The secret to controlling the Renagade Pokémon” You suddenly jolt back in surprise as the curtain to his left combusts into a blue inferno. Straining to see through the falling cinders your heart skips another beat as a wrinkled old face pans into view, her pallid eyes reflected in the torchlight. You recognise her instantly: The Gypsy. Her rags look even more torn than your first encounter, stained with blood. A noose was tied loosely from her neck hanging off a set of gallows, her toes dangling off a trapdoor that kept her alive. The valley exploded in chants and roars as your heart sunk deeper into the pit of your stomach - an execution of their greatest resistor to kick off their invasion of the other continents.

    “The blind seer had prophesised our uprising and attempted to prevent it. She sent a warrior to stop us: she is dead. She tried to hide the weapon: we captured her before she could” Syrian’s lips curled as the vale broke into laughter, “And NOW she will not speak: But we will make her... Now tell me, hag. Where is the Griseous Orb?” Mesmerised by the scene, you notice a quiver in the gypsy’s toes as she gives a wince. As expected, she remains mute. Fangs protrude from the shaman’s grin this time, nodding subtly toward the Shadow Toxicroak who croaks into frenzied laughter. The toad bounds slickly behind Syrian and into the shadows, emerging just a heartbeat later hauling a chain of shackles. The cold metal jingles against the stone as its prisoner’s emerge, bound by their arms and legs. As their faces enter the torchlight you realise you’d encountered both of them on your adventures. The first was a Dusknoir, the Gypsy’s companion who you’d had to battle out of possession in what felt like years ago. The second triggers more emotion in you than any bloodcurdling speeches or subjugated allies: It was the Pokémon that’d killed you.

    “If you do not tell me I will kill your Pokémon”, Syrian’s words barely penetrate your skull as you remain fixated on the Stantler. It was pitiable, its legs bound in shackles and a look of fear glimmering in its eyes. The Toxicroak had hopped onto its saddle in a look of crazed terror, and you switch your gaze to the Gypsy who was shaking but still silent. “Shadow End”. It was clean and instant. The toad wrapped its fingers around the stag’s gums and twisted its neck in one fluid motion. The snap of the Stantler’s neck breaking seems to resonate louder within the gorge, and it felt like the reindeer was fall in slow motion as it toppled into the face of the plateau. Before you knew it the Toxicroak had moved onto Dusknoir, who seemed to look toward the face of death with silent dignity. The demon glares at the gypsy for a second time, if she didn’t speak up now the blood of her most faithful companion would be on her hands. Tears were streaming down her face, you felt the urge to help but Iris’s hand was pressing so firmly on yours you knew there was nothing you could do. The Toxicroak’s arms suspend above the Dusknoir like a guillotine, and in one moment of weakness the gypsy’s eyes shift toward a bag sprawled beside the gallows. A split second is all it takes, Syrian signals the Toxicroak to call off the execution. He’d found it...

    “Her belongings! Bring me her belongings!” The Toxicroak slackens his arms, slightly crestfallen he didn’t get to do more killing. Hopping toward the large satchel, the toad rips it apart at his masters command, dozens of magical artefacts spewing onto the floor around them. You have to really strain now, making out from the distance a spell tag, a crystal ball, an old keystone... An old keystone! The thought Reaper was near and safe seems to fill you with elation, driving out all the misery and despair that were building like cobwebs in the shadows of your mind. Continuing your search, you spot a rather out of place Sandshrew carcass that seemed vaguely familiar. Upon the flood of realisation that this was buried with the body of the young girl from your Cloud Garden adventure, you hope against all odds that Syrian doesn’t take an interest in it.

    “Interesting item you found, hag. Did you know, in one of my many lives I had a niece. I tried to keep her locked away, as sacrificing her life would add at least another seventy to my own. She ran away to start a Pokémon adventure. She was a fool, just like the girl you befriended. But I tracked her down to the Cloud Garden and sacrificed her as planned. The orb was of no use to me without Giratina, so I hid it in her grave for safekeeping”, Syrian picks up the shrew with his claw like fingers, facing the gypsy who was staring at the trap door resolutely, “You came so close to hiding it, but I was just too quick”. With the last word his hold tightens on the Sandshrew carcass. The century old shell crumbles away in his grasp, dust and shell running off a yellow crystal the size of a brick. Its glowing allure seemed to draw you in, its pulse like a beating heart. It was full of life whilst you where devoid of it. Then, the words pierce through you like daggers as he holds the orb above his head and over the vale: “GIRATINA I SUMMON YOU! BEND TO MY WILL!

    As the loudest wave of applause yet breaks out, it’s hard to remember if you’ve ever been this frightened, but it’s Iris that finally tugs you out of your daze. She stares into your eyes seriously as though to convey that time for action had come. “That’s our queue Stacey,” Iris nods, “We need to recover that orb. As a spirit the men down there will not be able to see you, but the second you send out Valentine they’ll attack. I’ll try and hold off the forces below for as long as possible... I think I may still have some power left in me yet...” You feel the weight of the mission ahead anchor you to the floor as you struggle to your feet. Her words had made it clear: Recover the orb. But flashes of the Gypsy; tied up and in need of rescue, and Reaper; your strongest tie now to the mortal world, seem to cloud your judgement. Valentine was your weapon, but raised in a world of war all he had of you were distant memories. You can’t help but regret your gamble now, but there was no looking back. Just ahead: the plateau, the orb, the hag, the keystone...

    Valentine is Lv. 100 and knows all the Level Up, Egg, Move Tutor and TM moves he is naturally capable of learning. All his other statistics (Nature, Ability etc.) are the same as Present Valentine’s. For the intents and purposes of this adventure, Present Valentine is still considered to still be a baby Ralts.
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    Son_of_Shadows – {In the future, you'll want to link here if you plan on using those Potions of yours... =) }

    You see the Beedrill feeding its queen some Berries, none of which were working, but at least they would sustain her until they got the one Berry that would cure her. Maybe, though, it wasn’t Berries that were needed, it was a Potion. Healing item in hand, you slowly stand up. Of course, the idea of a human being this close to the hive didn’t resonate all too well with most of the Beedrill there as they sound the alarm and close in on you. You were scared out of your wits, yet you stood there with your hands up, not doing anything but explain your purpose was to try and assist their queen. They were even more on edge about the idea of you doing something to Her Majesty, but after a few minutes of you not moving, they relax their stances and allow you to have an audience with her. You approach slowly, your legs trembling, showing you were as much afraid as the Beedrill were.

    Finally, you came close enough to the queen, and the Beedrill from before recognizes you and slowly backs away from his queen, holding his stinger arm out toward you, daring you to try anything funny. You slowly kneel in front of the sick queen and carefully hold the Potion against the queen’s torso, your hands trembling before spraying the ointment. She buzzes in pain, and the guard Beedrill tense up once again. You close your eyes and tense up yourself, expecting a barrage of stings, but the Beedrill next to you buzzes some sort of message towards the other Beedrill, presumably a message that he believed you were only trying to help. They maintain their positions, and you look up and see that the queen is in better shape but still sick. But, by golly, your act of bravery/stupidity/charity wasn’t going to go unappreciated! Your friend gently lifts with his stingers a Pecha Berry from the pile of berries that you recognized was from the handful it was carrying earlier and raises it up towards you so you could take it. Still, if a Potion wasn’t going to cure her, what would?

    Your thoughts are interrupted as you notice another Beedrill fly towards the hive. It looked like it had sustained a few battle scars, but what it battled, you weren’t quite sure. The injured Beedrill and the one you had met earlier start talking to each other, then to the queen. She weakly gives out some sort of command to the rest of the hive to prepare for a battle, and you see and hear the buzzing they make as they follow their sick queen. Then you hear more buzzing from out in the distance. Lots of buzzing. And screaming too. You first see a 16 year old boy with a Cyndaquil and a Heracross run up to the hive… behind them was a swarm of Beedrill slightly bigger than the swarm you were with… {keep reading… =) }

    Jolteonjak & Son_of_Shadows

    Both of you suddenly realize what was happening: one Beedrill swarm had come to invade the other’s nest, and you and your Pokemon were about to be caught in the turmoil. You try your best to get yourselves out of the way of the clashing Beedrill, but a few seconds into watching the battle unfold, each of you see a certain group of Beedrill from the invading swarm that catches your interest. Why? Because they held captive a couple of noteworthy Pokemon; the Teddiursa that Chad had befriended was struggling to escape one Beedrill’s arms until another one held one of its stingers up to Teddiursa’s throat at which point she simply froze in fear, tears streaming down her cheeks, but she dare not cry and risk agitating her captors further. Another Beedrill held a barely conscious Karrablast whom Joshua recognized as the one he and Bishop battled earlier. Oh, but they weren’t the only things interesting about this group. Your attention soon focuses on one of the Beedrill whose body was green and black instead of yellow and black, her eyes being blue instead of red. Judging by the way she waved her stingers around, you could tell she was the queen of this swarm. Unfortunately, Chad is unable to find his Numel at this point and could only assume the Numb Pokemon was left where he fell after the bees were done with him. The Shiny Beedrill queen notices your presence and orders her attendants to give her some space while she wishes to have some fun with a few non-Beedrill opponents. Both of you now stand against this new queen, unknowingly defending the queen lying in sickness, her two attendants whom you had met earlier watching to see which side of the battle you would join, if any. All the while, skirmishes between the swarms take place in the surrounding areas.

    For this special battle, both of you are allowed to have two Pokemon out at the same time and may call out two attacks per Pokemon per reply. However, Joltoenjak, Numel is currently rendered unavailable to you for this adventure. You may decide to continue using Cyndaquil and Heracross, or you may substitute either or both of them for other Pokemon in your active party. However, be advised that since Cyndaquil has not had time to heal, his energy and health will stay at what it was when your previous battle ended. He currently has below 50% energy, and his health remains at above 60%. Heracross, meanwhile, has full health and about 90% energy. Son_of_Shadows, if you decide to use Bishop again, he will have only gained about a fourth of his health and energy back… and if you recall, he came pretty darn close to losing all of his energy battling Karrablast. He would also sit at about 60% of his health.

    So, what will Chad and Joshua do?

    Ok, this is by far the stupidest thing you have ever done. You'll be stung to death in three. Two. One... was all he could think as he sprayed the potion against the Queen, especially as she recoiled from the sting of the ointment. Her reaction revealed that the potion certainly helped her with the symptoms, but whatever illness she was suffering from wasn't going anywhere fast. The Beedrill who had introduced him to the Queen now handed him a Pecha Berry in thanks for the effort. Well, it was all worth a shot. Still, he took pity on the queen bee, especially because this hive seemed so lost without her. But what could he possibly do? Fetch a Pokémon nurse was the most logical option, but who would be crazy enough to come out to a Beedrill hive... Apart from Joshua. Obviously.

    Unfortunately as it happened, Joshua wasn't the only one who noticed how lost this hive seemed with its Queen weak. A battle-scarred Beedrill burst through the foliage, apparently to warn its brethren, but about what? Joshua didn't exactly speak bee. But the hive was suddenly all-at-arms, buzzing furiously, ready for action. But as the buzzing increased, Joshua could tell there was about to be a huge battle. Two Beedrill hives at war? Instinct said turn tail and run. But the Queen... His train of thought was interrupted (seemed to happen a lot to him) by screaming from the direction of the approaching buzzing. Some poor trainer seemed to be caught in the middle of all this along with Joshua - one with a Cyndaquil and Heracross. Battle raged, with Joshua barely dodging a misfired Twineedle attack. Yeesh. And then... "YOU!" The Karrablast from earlier today! "You have GOT to be joking!" he cried in disbelief. Karrablast was seemingly held captive by the invading hive, as was a Teddiursa, who seemed to recognise the younger trainer. For what purpose they were hostages, Joshua had no idea. Beedrills didn't commonly resort to negotiation in his experience. However, the hostage-bearing group also had a female Beedrill in authority, and a shiny one at that. Joshua's eyes widened - the only other Shiny he'd ever seen was his Magnemite. This was turning into quite a day. Obviously this was the Queen of the invading hive. And for whatever reason, she had her sights set on the trainers. If she was as powerful as she looked, this battle would be nasty. "Better get ready fella," he said to the other trainer, "This one won't go down without a real fight..."

    Who to use? Bishop was still tired from his earlier battle, and Heat Wave could backfire hugely in this forest, not to mention the massive skirmish happening around him... Too much collateral. Livewire wouldn't be as useful out of the water, and Voltron and Poliwag were still in Daycare. Cloudy was currently being cared for by another trainer Joshua had met named Marion... He wondered how she was getting along. Erm, maybe not the time. That left Aegis and Steven. He pulled their Pokéballs from his pocket. "Aegis, Steven, time for battle!" The Squirtle and Munna appeared in two flashes of light, ready for action. "Steven, let's start strong - fire your Psybeam attack at the Beedrill Queen while Aegis sets up a Yawn. We'll put her to sleep to set up a stronger attack later! Then you should use Lucky Chant, Steven while Aegis Growls. That should strengthen our position enough for us to deal massive damage later." With that out of the way, he turned to the other trainer. "By the way, I'm Joshua. Pleasure. I suggest you follow suit here - strengthen our initial position, then we'll blast her in a minute or so, once she's sleeping from my Yawn attack."


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    Just thought I’d get this out there, I’m not becoming an Astoria ZA. I’m hoping to finish an adventure I started with Arc Angel when I first started updating. It was one of my biggest regrets never finishing this adventure as it got so close to the end and I had so much planned. So when Arc said she’d be up for finishing it off I was over the moon. Hopefully we’ll get a good few updates covered before I start uni again, and then I really hope to finish it within half terms and holidays. *Fingers crossed* So, without further ado.

    Previously...

    Arc Angel: Spurn to revisit the painful memories of her lost love ones a traveller took a turn down on Memory Lane one fateful night, where a blind seer was waiting for her. She’d prophesised Stacey as one of the only souls able to quell the evil uprising growing in Fizzy Bubbles, and after a perilous journey to the bowels of an ancient tomb found herself cast into the jungles of a faraway island. She immediately encountered the renegade Pokémon – an omen for the fire and death that was spreading through the forests like a plague. Stacey’s encounter with the evil cult was short-lived – her own forces grossly outmatched by the raw power of the Shadow Pokémon. When all hope seemed lost the girl was rescued by Iris, the Island’s protector, and her Shaymin. She ran as fast as her legs would carry her but death was persistent and chased her toward a bewildered Stantler where she met her fate. Finally at peace... until the girl was dragged out of limbo by Iris, unable to rest until she’d finished what had started. Now, with the help of Iris and Gallade, they return to the jungle continent to put an end to the war once and for all. The epic conclusion begins!

    The Final Battle

    Arc Angel: You sway on the spot with an incredible sense of vertigo coursing up your undead spine. The wind gushed against the cliff face like crashing waves, as if the Island was suspended by a sea of thick clouds kicking up a rough storm. A strong current would sweep you clean off its face - Maybe that would be easier than the daunting leap of faith. Where you’d expected to see the destination, the view was spoilt by billowing purple thunderclouds rumbling violently. Sparks flew up and down the churning vortex making it feel more and more otherworldly by the second. Although your heart wasn’t beating, you swear you feel it give a start as Iris begins to count down. Reaching zero you feel your feet pick up off the ground, swan diving blindly into the wide open sky. A blustering wind whistles against your eardrums drowning out all other noise barring the occasional below of thunder from the maelstrom below. You strain ahead, dark strands of hair blowing in your face making it impossible to get a good view as you swiftly lost altitude. You spot Iris in the corner of your peripheral, spread-eagled and grinning amidst the sensation of falling. Her Shaymin had braved its Sky forme and was spiralling close to her lap. The turbulence was growing stronger as the freefall continued, the swelling vortex now all you could see ahead. You take one last heavy swallow and instinctively shut your eyes tight, as though kidding yourself this would be the end.

    The numbness of penetrating a sheet of icy cold water sends you into shivers, static dancing over your skin as you broke through the threshold. A wave of heat ripples against your wet body, you dare to open your eyes giving you a split second bird’s eye of what lay ahead... Nothing. The island that’d been carpeted in lush jungle was unrecognisable. The miles of shifting terrain were black and ashy, its trees sticking out like brittle matchsticks. Smoke belched from the charred brambles and there wasn’t a Pokémon in sight. The mangled sensation of shock and realisation is fleeting, you’d gained so much momentum your corpse seems plunge to the earth as quick as it’d left the threshold of stormy cloud. With a low thud you fall flat against the cindered flatland, but the pain you’d flinched for doesn’t come. Stumbling to your feet you beat the ash off your arms and legs and check for any breaks. Half expecting your body to be dismembered from the thirty thousand foot freefall your body was in the same shape as it was the moment of your bereavement. This fails to strike any relief or confidence in your mangled corpse rattled with despair. You were dead. Trapped.

    “Stacey, they’re over here!” Iris breaks off any chain of thought as you home into her voice, eyes darting through the fields of charred brambles and matchstick trees until you found the blonde goddess. The brittle branches snap under your step as you follow her tail, a drop ahead creeping into view. Shaymin had shrunk back to its land forme and was cowering meekly behind the tresses of Iris’s dress, striking fear in your eyes as your curiosity burned to see what they could. The fire is quenched as you reach the edge of the mesa and gaze down at the valley below. The sound of chanting and harsh battle cries fills your ears, their torchlight dancing in your pupils which were wide with inescapable terror. The dozens of hooded figures amongst the crowd were scary enough, an unpleasant reminder of your desperate struggle in your final hours. But the Dim Sun disciples paled in comparison to the beasts crowded around them. Hundreds of Shadow Pokémon were thumping their chest plates aggressively, howling and roaring as their red eyes flickered with animosity. You spot an army of Charizard, Tyranitar and Nidoking to name a few of the grounded powerhouses lined up in the valley whilst an fleet of Salamence, Gliscor, Hydriegon and other avian circled the skies like blackhawk jets. All clad in battle armour a realisation coursed through your mind... You were at war.

    Suddenly the valley fills with silence as all heads turn toward a chain of blue torches igniting on a plateau jutted about halfway up the vale. You squint ahead in renewed curiosity, straining your eyes to make out the contorted face of the cult leader. Syrian’s cloak billowed around his feet like drifting smoke, his eyes a smouldering scarlet even from the great distance. His skin was a ghostly ashen in the ominous torchlight, he was as mutated from human as a normal Pokémon from Shadow. Just a few paces to the demon’s left was his Shadow Toxicroak, who’d made his way to the ranks of most loyal servant after betraying you to the demon. The dirty traitor fills you with rage until you catch a glimpse of a black curtain to Syrian’s right, camouflaged into the surroundings. You turn to face Iris to gauge her reaction, her sapphire eyes fixed on the plateau with an unreadable expression. Syrian steps a foot forward, teetering on the edge of the perilous drop to his army below as his voice clears. Each amplified word feels like a prick down your spine, as though his lips were pursed against your ear.

    “Fellow brothers! Hear me! My name, as I appear to you today, is Syrian. This world of ours is a crude one. It is rotting from the insides. It has been, and always will be, a struggle to survive in this world. Because we are all so lacking, we fight and we maim. A never ending struggle between good and evil. Purity and corruption. The scales between the two are in constant instability. The world must change, and darkness must reign for there to be amity. Together we pored over myths and exposed their secrets. Together we have summoned Giratina and with us tonight, we have obtained the means to tip the scales! Tonight, we conquer Fizzy Bubbles. And from the ashes shall rise a new world. A world where I WILL BE GOD!” A rapture of applause erupts from the valley as the Shadow Pokémon thump their chests and howl toward the sky with kindled enthusiasm. The speech has an adverse effect from the vantage above, a wrenching feeling in your gut dwindling away any hope. There’s no discussion, just the steady whimpering of a frightened Shaymin. You’d like nothing better than to cradle the Pokémon in your arms, but distraction broke out from the plateau erasing all thought from your head.

    “Today, the Cloud Garden fell”, a few cheers break off from below, dying out suddenly as Syrian continues, “But we did not purge everything. From the ashes, we salvaged the last piece of the puzzle. The secret to controlling the Renagade Pokémon” You suddenly jolt back in surprise as the curtain to his left combusts into a blue inferno. Straining to see through the falling cinders your heart skips another beat as a wrinkled old face pans into view, her pallid eyes reflected in the torchlight. You recognise her instantly: The Gypsy. Her rags look even more torn than your first encounter, stained with blood. A noose was tied loosely from her neck hanging off a set of gallows, her toes dangling off a trapdoor that kept her alive. The valley exploded in chants and roars as your heart sunk deeper into the pit of your stomach - an execution of their greatest resistor to kick off their invasion of the other continents.

    “The blind seer had prophesised our uprising and attempted to prevent it. She sent a warrior to stop us: she is dead. She tried to hide the weapon: we captured her before she could” Syrian’s lips curled as the vale broke into laughter, “And NOW she will not speak: But we will make her... Now tell me, hag. Where is the Griseous Orb?” Mesmerised by the scene, you notice a quiver in the gypsy’s toes as she gives a wince. As expected, she remains mute. Fangs protrude from the shaman’s grin this time, nodding subtly toward the Shadow Toxicroak who croaks into frenzied laughter. The toad bounds slickly behind Syrian and into the shadows, emerging just a heartbeat later hauling a chain of shackles. The cold metal jingles against the stone as its prisoner’s emerge, bound by their arms and legs. As their faces enter the torchlight you realise you’d encountered both of them on your adventures. The first was a Dusknoir, the Gypsy’s companion who you’d had to battle out of possession in what felt like years ago. The second triggers more emotion in you than any bloodcurdling speeches or subjugated allies: It was the Pokémon that’d killed you.

    “If you do not tell me I will kill your Pokémon”, Syrian’s words barely penetrate your skull as you remain fixated on the Stantler. It was pitiable, its legs bound in shackles and a look of fear glimmering in its eyes. The Toxicroak had hopped onto its saddle in a look of crazed terror, and you switch your gaze to the Gypsy who was shaking but still silent. “Shadow End”. It was clean and instant. The toad wrapped its fingers around the stag’s gums and twisted its neck in one fluid motion. The snap of the Stantler’s neck breaking seems to resonate louder within the gorge, and it felt like the reindeer was fall in slow motion as it toppled into the face of the plateau. Before you knew it the Toxicroak had moved onto Dusknoir, who seemed to look toward the face of death with silent dignity. The demon glares at the gypsy for a second time, if she didn’t speak up now the blood of her most faithful companion would be on her hands. Tears were streaming down her face, you felt the urge to help but Iris’s hand was pressing so firmly on yours you knew there was nothing you could do. The Toxicroak’s arms suspend above the Dusknoir like a guillotine, and in one moment of weakness the gypsy’s eyes shift toward a bag sprawled beside the gallows. A split second is all it takes, Syrian signals the Toxicroak to call off the execution. He’d found it...

    “Her belongings! Bring me her belongings!” The Toxicroak slackens his arms, slightly crestfallen he didn’t get to do more killing. Hopping toward the large satchel, the toad rips it apart at his masters command, dozens of magical artefacts spewing onto the floor around them. You have to really strain now, making out from the distance a spell tag, a crystal ball, an old keystone... An old keystone! The thought Reaper was near and safe seems to fill you with elation, driving out all the misery and despair that were building like cobwebs in the shadows of your mind. Continuing your search, you spot a rather out of place Sandshrew carcass that seemed vaguely familiar. Upon the flood of realisation that this was buried with the body of the young girl from your Cloud Garden adventure, you hope against all odds that Syrian doesn’t take an interest in it.

    “Interesting item you found, hag. Did you know, in one of my many lives I had a niece. I tried to keep her locked away, as sacrificing her life would add at least another seventy to my own. She ran away to start a Pokémon adventure. She was a fool, just like the girl you befriended. But I tracked her down to the Cloud Garden and sacrificed her as planned. The orb was of no use to me without Giratina, so I hid it in her grave for safekeeping”, Syrian picks up the shrew with his claw like fingers, facing the gypsy who was staring at the trap door resolutely, “You came so close to hiding it, but I was just too quick”. With the last word his hold tightens on the Sandshrew carcass. The century old shell crumbles away in his grasp, dust and shell running off a yellow crystal the size of a brick. Its glowing allure seemed to draw you in, its pulse like a beating heart. It was full of life whilst you where devoid of it. Then, the words pierce through you like daggers as he holds the orb above his head and over the vale: “GIRATINA I SUMMON YOU! BEND TO MY WILL!

    As the loudest wave of applause yet breaks out, it’s hard to remember if you’ve ever been this frightened, but it’s Iris that finally tugs you out of your daze. She stares into your eyes seriously as though to convey that time for action had come. “That’s our queue Stacey,” Iris nods, “We need to recover that orb. As a spirit the men down there will not be able to see you, but the second you send out Valentine they’ll attack. I’ll try and hold off the forces below for as long as possible... I think I may still have some power left in me yet...” You feel the weight of the mission ahead anchor you to the floor as you struggle to your feet. Her words had made it clear: Recover the orb. But flashes of the Gypsy; tied up and in need of rescue, and Reaper; your strongest tie now to the mortal world, seem to cloud your judgement. Valentine was your weapon, but raised in a world of war all he had of you were distant memories. You can’t help but regret your gamble now, but there was no looking back. Just ahead: the plateau, the orb, the hag, the keystone...

    Valentine is Lv. 100 and knows all the Level Up, Egg, Move Tutor and TM moves he is naturally capable of learning. All his other statistics (Nature, Ability etc.) are the same as Present Valentine’s. For the intents and purposes of this adventure, Present Valentine is still considered to still be a baby Ralts.

    Thanx so much for giving me a chance to finish this epic adventure. I only hope my reply can do justice to the utterly wonderful update you've given me ^-^.

    It felt as though a lifetime had passed as Stacey stood on the edge of the cliff staring into the abyss, her hand clutching the Fighting Ball tightly as it was the only tie to living she had left. She felt as if she was made of paper and the strong winds would blow her away but her bare toes dug into the grass beneath her grounding her as she dared to open her eyes again. She felt the weight of the world on her shoulder pushing her down despite her height. A final tear of fear is whipped away from her eyes as if the wind was angry to see the weakness there and she dove into the vortex with the young woman.

    If she thought the wind was strong before in this never-ending tornado they were horrendous, it beat against her ears like a screaming drumbeat making her head throb. Her hair whipped against her face as she tried to make out anything but the thunder of the vortex but she did see Iris spread eagled very much enjoying the plunge ... she was mad! They didn’t appear to be in the maelstrom long as Stacey saw the ground flying towards them like a bullet from a gun and she braced herself for the impending impact that would kill any normal human. She felt an icy cold cascade of water hit her from underneath soaking her thin nightie to her body leaving nothing hidden. She has no time to shiver as an immense heat hit her afterwards as they reached the end of the vortex. She opened her eyes enough to see that the once lush and verdant forest was reduced to a burnt wasteland and she felt her heart drop along with her body that slammed into the ground with enough force to break her all over again.

    Stacey blinked against the ashes she sent billowing up into the air from her impact waiting for the pain but it never came. She pulled her arms underneath her and pushed up to her leg wobbling slightly as she was still disorientated from the fall. She checked her body over for injuries only to find none ... well apart from the gaping hole under her breast covered by her flimsy night wear. She wrapped her arms around herself wallowing in the sadness that threatened to swallow her whole again. She was dead, an anomaly, a walking corpse with no feeling or purpose and she felt more tear come to the surface she heard Iris voice calling to her. She wiped her eyes and turned to see her hidden amongst the burnt undergrowth and she turned to walk after the blonde Goddess her voice whispering to herself.
    “R.I.P to the girl you used to see, her days are over, baby she’s over” she sang softly to herself as she walked towards the woman leading her to her purpose ... she had a purpose! Her bare feet crunched the dry brittle twigs beneath them unfeeling as she followed Iris’ trail reaching the edge of the mesa. Iris’ Shaymin was back in is Land Forme and was cowering behind her and Stacey didn’t find that at all comforting. Stacey walked over to the edge the echoing sounds of voice filling a valley bellow them with war cries and battle chants. There were dozens of Dim Sun disciples with their heads covered by their hoods chanting to the sky but it what surrounded them that drew a gasp of shock and terror from the young undead. Hundreds of dark shapes blended into one but if you focused on them you could see they were shadow Pokemon, huge powerful Shadow Pokemon thumping their war armour aggressively. Stacey felt the bile rise to her throat and she thought she was going to vomit, could the dead vomit? Either way she held her hand over her mouth not taking any chances and back up a little, how could they compete with that?? They were only two and she only had her Gallade, she couldn’t watch more Pokemon die, especially any more of her own suffer. They had chosen powerful Pokemon for their ward, she saw Charizard, Nidoking and Tyranitar on the ground their glowing red eyes filled with evil whilst others took to the skies like Hydreigon, Salamance and Gliscor. She had two Shadow Pokemon herself ... well she used to, they were no longer burdened by her presences but she knew that even they would be no match for this. They were prepared for war and Stacey wondered in what world would any army be able to stand up to this?

    Suddenly the voice cut silent as all turn to face a lone figure illuminated by glowing blue torches atop a plateau jutting slightly out of the hill. Stacey strained to see who it was and just about made out Syrian’s form swathed in his robes, his cloak billowing around him as he walked. His eyes were the same evil red as his shadow Pokemon, his skin a sickly colour, he was a horrid mutation of the human form just as the Shadow Pokemon were of their natural form. Only a few paces behind to him to his left was his Shadow Toxicroak and Stacey recognised the filthy little backstabber from her great distance. He appeared to undergone a change himself and was taking pride of place for his work in handing Stacey over to that demon. There was a curtain of black to Syrian’s right that nearly blended in with the night but Stacey could just about make it out as it billowed in the wind. Syrian walked right to the very edge of the plateau, any further he would plunge the great distance into his followers and Stacey wished she had telekinesis and could shove him that inch further. She stole a glance to Iris whose gaze was firmly fixed on the sight before them and Stacey shivered as she heard the demon speak. In his amplified voice it felt like he was right next to her speaking into her ear making her body prickle all over with disgust. She turned back to face the demon as he addressed his adoring crowd.

    “Fellow brothers! Hear me! My name, as I appear to you today, is Syrian. This world of ours is a crude one. It is rotting from the insides. It has been, and always will be, a struggle to survive in this world. Because we are all so lacking, we fight and we maim. A never ending struggle between good and evil. Purity and corruption. The scales between the two are in constant instability. The world must change, and darkness must reign for there to be amity. Together we pored over myths and exposed their secrets. Together we have summoned Giratina and with us tonight, we have obtained the means to tip the scales! Tonight, we conquer Fizzy Bubbles. And from the ashes shall rise a new world. A world where I WILL BE GOD! This made the enraptured followers cheer loudly, their Pokemon roaring in response banging their chests, even the skies were filled with cries that made the overall sound deafening. Stacey felt what minute amount of hope she had left that she could stop him vanish as her heart dropped into her stomach, what could she doe against one that would try to be God ... he could very well achieve his goal and only she and Iris stood between them. She heard no words from Iris only the whimpering of her terrified Shaymin as he cuddled into her dress trying to blot out the sights and sounds. Just as she thought about trying to comfort the creature needing the comfort herself she heard the words that paralysed her to the spot.

    “Today the Cloud Garden Fell”. She whirled around to face Syrian as he spoke and felt fresh tears in her eyes. No, he couldn’t have ... he couldn’t have destroyed a whole realm? She had only been there a few days ago wander amongst the graves of Memory Lane, a place to remember the dead and now it was gone, everything there was dead and there would be no place to remember it, no place to honour the wondrous lands and sights. “But we did not purge everything. From the ashes we salvaged the last piece of the puzzle. The secret to controlling the Renegade Pokemon”. Stacey saw the curtain to his right combusts in a flash of blue flame revealing a very familiar face. The old gypsy! She was covered in blood, her rags even more dishevelled than before. She had a noose hanging loosely around her neck as her toes barely touched the trap door that would seal her fate. The crowd cheers at the sight and Stacey feels hopelessness set in, she was the biggest resistance to their invasion and she was about to be publically executed and from where they watched she felt utterly helpless to stop it.

    “The blind seer had prophesised our uprising and attempted to prevent it. She sent a warrior to stop us: she is dead.” Stacey winced at the reference to her death as Syrian continued. “She tried to hide the weapon: we captured her before she could” Syrian’s lips curled as the vale broke into laughter, “And NOW she will not speak: But we will make her... Now tell me, hag. Where is the Griseous Orb?” The Gypsy’s toes slip dangerously on the floor but she regains her stance and remains mute. Of course Syrian would need a Griseous Orb but did she really have it all along? Syrian grins reveling his sharp and unnatural fangs as he promises to make her speak. His Toxicroak happily bonds away into the shadows, returning only a moment later with shackles and chains in his hands. He pulls the prisoners he kept and as they entered the torchlight Stacey could make out a Dusknoir, it must be the same one belonging to the Gypsy that she battled what felt like years ago. But there was a second Pokemon and as it came into the light Stacey very nearly screamed and revealing their position. She fell back and bit into her hands to try and stop the noise, her horror and anger that would be conveyed in such a screech. She closed her eyes and cried silently whilst letting go of her hand, leaving a bite which had drawn no blood. The second Pokemon was a Stantler, the very same one that had killed her those few days ago. She put her hand to her breast feeling the wound there and how it matched the antlers of the reindeer. That Pokemon belonged to the Gypsy! What was it doing here and why had it killed her? She began to feel the paranoia swirl in her head, did the old woman have something to do with her death? Had this all been planned? But why? She longed to go down there and ask all these questions but for now she thumped her fists in the ground releasing her anger before she was calm enough to look back up at the Pokemon. She felt her anger melt away as she saw the terrified Stantler looking pitiful and so small now. It trembled in its shackles as it looked towards its master. The gypsy remained silent and with a single order Toxicroak wrapped its fingers into Stantlers mouth and tore its neck completely around and the reindeer fell to the floor unmoving. Stacey felt no satisfaction from its death, no, somehow she felt sorry for it. There was no need for the Pokemon to die and all it served to do was upset its trainer, it must be so awful to watch your Pokemon die before you and not be able to do a thing about it. Stacey grasped her Pokeball in her hand tightly thinking about all her Pokemon that were now without her.

    Syrian was glaring so harshly at the gypsy who’s eyes showed her emotions, the tears falling down her cheeks for her fallen partner. Stacey felt the urge to do something, nothing else was going to die today unless it was that monstrosity of nature. She lurched forward but Iris’ hand clamps firmly around her own preventing her from moving. She bit her lip and was forced to continue to watch. Toxicroak loomed dangerously over the Dusknoir ready to guillotine it and the Gyspy moves her eyes quickly to her bag and it was all over.

    “Her belongings! Bring me her belongings!” he shrieked excitedly as Toxicroak reluctantly moves away from his victim to collect the bag and bring it to his master before ripping it apart spillings it contents at his feet. Stacey saw a Spell Tag, a crystal ball, an old Keystone ...

    “Reaper” Stacey whispered she was flooded of memories of her Spiritomb at the sight of the unusual stone. Oh how she missed him, how she missed all her Pokemon so much already. A small Sandshrew carcass tumbles out and Stacey frowns, had she seen that before? Yes she had, it had been in the coffin along with the remains of a little girl, what was she doing with it?

    “Interesting item you found, hag. Did you know, in one of my many lives I had a niece. I tried to keep her locked away, as sacrificing her life would add at least another seventy to my own. She ran away to start a Pokémon adventure. She was a fool, just like the girl you befriended. But I tracked her down to the Cloud Garden and sacrificed her as planned. The orb was of no use to me without Giratina, so I hid it in her grave for safekeeping” Stacey’s eyes widened, that young girl had been his niece? The poor girl to have lived a life with this beast and he had been the one to kill her just to prolong his own life, there was no limits to how low this demon would sink. He grasped onto the Sandshrew husk crushing it in his grip and with the remains was a glowing yellow orb. Stacey stared at it transfixed, it seemed to pulse with life and energy and even from here she could feel it wash over her. She longed to get a closer look at it, to touch it and feel the life within.

    “GIRATINA I SUMMON YOU! BEND TO MY WILL!” Syrian screamed as his followers cheered their loudest yet. Stacey felt her heart beat a little faster at the thought of seeing Giratina again but it was being summoned to destroy the world, oh how she wished she could meet it under different circumstances. Stacey felt Iris tug on her hand and she tore her gaze away from the scene up into the pure blue eyes of the goddess as she explained that this was their cue.

    “We need to recover that orb. As a spirit the men down there will not be able to see you, but the second you send out Valentine they’ll attack. I’ll try and hold off the forces below for as long as possible... I think I may still have some power left in me yet... Stacey blinked at the woman, she had forgotten that she was a goddess and was powerful, looks certainly could be deceiving. She had been the one to bring her back to this limbo state and that must have taken some power. They had to recover the orb, well that made sense without it Syrian couldn’t control Giratina and it was the major player in this war. But what had she said, if she sent out Valentine they would attack, how could he take on a whole army of Shadow Pokemon? She held the Fighting Ball close to her heart, she would hold off on that as long as possible. But, how could she get all the way to Syrian without drawing attention. Even though she was dead, a spirit Iris called her she felt that she would just freeze at the sight of one of those huge Pokemon, surely one of them would sense her presence? This was so much to ask of one person, why was it always her that seemed to find herself in this kind of situation. You think she’d be used to feeling like this but this one was different, she truly felt out of her depth here, one foot wrong and she would only quicken his destruction, how could she not go wrong?

    Iris was clear about one thing, retrieve the orb and Stacey would be happy to have that item in her hands feeling its life pulses filling her dead self up but her eyes cast over to the Gyspy, she was still in trouble and her Pokemon, would he be able to help them? And Reaper, the more she stared at the Keystone she was sure that it was him, she could see him again but was it right to unleash into all this? She was so torn, she didn’t know what to do. She stood still feeling so very bare right now as the wind played the the tiny amount of silk covering her. She looked the familiar Fighting Ball in her hand, had she made a mistake? If she had chosen Impish she could have relied on him to help her out and know just what to do, he read her like a Children’s Book. Valentine however, he was just a Ralts when she last saw him and now within this tiny metal ball he was all grown up, he had grown into a world of war, would he even feel anything towards her any more? Would he obey her entirely? She supposed he would, being a good soldier and all. She sighed as she dropped her arm to her side and stared back down at the abyss. She couldn’t hang around too much longer, she had to act now! She made her way to the edge of the mesa preparing herself for what she was about to do. She would hold off revealing her hand until the last moment, Valentine would remain hidden for now. Revealing him may send the cult into a battle frenzy and it might stir up confusion but she might lose Valentine in the process and right now she couldn’t face that yet. She wanted so much to go to the hag and her Spiritomb but she felt the Griseous Orb calling her. She would stick to the plan, she would take the orb from that demon and take him out after, along with that traitorous murderer by his side ... she would enjoy ending both their lives. With that dark thought in mind she took another leap of faith and began to run towards the Din Sun Society with as much hope as she could muster in her heart.


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    The Final Battle

    Arc Angel: Rising to your full height it takes all your willpower to coerce your legs into locomotion. You take one last fleeting look at the army strewn densely in the vale below in hopes of gaining the direction needed to face the impossible mission, only managing to scatter your thoughts and bring rise to a new fear as their torchlight danced in your eyes. Your vision follows the steep cliffs of the valley, locking onto the plateau were the Griseous Orb was pulsing like a homing beacon. It was a fair trek from your vantage point, but nothing your undead body couldn’t handle. Blocking out all the ruckus resonating underneath and the airborne hunters overhead you let nothing but the shining yellow brick penetrate your thoughts. Nothing could hurt you down there. The disciples wouldn’t be able to see you, that much was true. As for the Psychic and Ghost Pokémon that probably could, they were mindlessly drunk on shadow energy and too wild to bring attention to a lost ghost travelling in the distance. You let this theory ease your troubled mind, cradling you into a sense of security as you focused on the hike ahead. The uneven terrain was filled with nasty drops, narrow trails and sudden inclines that made it nigh impossible to scale. Without the fear of death the jumps don’t feel nearly as dangerous, your only fear being that should you fall into the ranks of the army you’d stand no chance at getting back up to the plateau. After what feels like a good half hour you’ve almost made it, in earshot of Syrian’s speaking voice which brings on another wave of foreboding. You map out your descent, and without stamina coming into play start to scale down the jutted rocks leading to the plateau. Peering over your shoulder there’s a good ten meter drop between the wall and the mesa. You let yourself fall, your feet treading through solid ground as your ankles buckle. Painless but clumsy, you lie paralysed on your back to make sure no one had heard you... but someone had.

    The shackled Dusknoir’s red eye fixes on your corpse with intense curiosity, not daring to draw any attention to your whereabouts. It takes a while for it to sink in, you were nothing more than a gust of wind to the living. Still you can’t repress the goosebumps, the sensation of a racing heart as you roll onto your chest and hoist yourself up. The scene was unchanged. Tears had streamed down the lines on the gypsy’s face as she whispered her final prayers. Toxicroak was hunched at his master’s feet, one eye twitching maniacally as his vocal sac swells and deflates rhythmically. Now that you were sure he couldn’t see you, you had a sudden urge to wring his neck. But your eyes and thoughts are quickly drawn into Syrian, holding the Griseous Orb over his head with a sinister smirk. The artefact was pulsing more vigorously now, sensing its master as it got closer. It was now or never. Your eyes sweep around the surrounding cliffs again, it’s difficult to make out were you’d been hidden in the black of the night but Iris was nowhere to be seen. You could only hope she had the power to fend off the maelstrom as you made for the orb. You cautiously sneak down the mesa, a shadow of doubt keeping you stealthy. You step over the carcass of the Stantler, the wound on your chest prickling as you try hard to repress another breakdown. The dishevelled contents of the Gypsy were spilled ahead like a minefield and as you narrowly tiptoe closer you have to steal yourself from grabbing Reaper. He could wait. The orb was all that mattered now...

    Your heart skips a beat as the Gypsy lets out a small gasp. Her foggy eyes were locked on yours, she could see you perfectly. Like the Dusknoir however she broke her gaze and focused back on the trapdoor. Her sobbing had stifled, impressioned with the hope you were craving. A hair’s distance from the cloaked demon you come to a stop, the Griseous Orb throbbing with such allure it’s impossible to take your eyes off. Creeping so close you can hear Syrian’s breathing, your fingers twitch in a mixture of fascination and anticipation. Fear had been driven out by the rays of yellow now in arms reach. And without a second thought you lunge for the Orb. Your ethereal grasp seems to phase through his fingers, but your palms come to a stop on the sharp corners of the relic. It was strangely solid, as much a part of your world as it was of this one. on your touch it resonated warmth from the tips of your fingers down to your toes. It was the first real feeling you’d felt since death, and you didn’t want to share it with the likes of Syrian. With all your force you try to prize it from his slackened grip, but he quickly locks his fingers around it. In a desperate struggle the orb seamlessly floats over the shaman’s head by its own will, only it was you pulling the invisible strings. He twists his body around so you’re both facing, doubling his seize on it jealously but you don’t let go.

    “Iris?!” he swears through gritted teeth, his face contorted in mangled of confusion and frenzy, “I- Was- Hoping- You- Would- Come... Now stop playing games and face me!” His voice echoes across the valley, stamping out any noise. The sudden outburst seems to knock you off guard too, and in a instant of strength he shakes off your efforts and shields the Orb within his arms, edging further toward the overhang. As the relic slips through your fingers all the pain and misery crashes like waves against your hollow corpse. It was like coming off a drug addiction, all you could think about was that sensation of feeling so... alive. Syrian’s panting subsides as he veils any remains of fear and uncertainty from his composure. His red eyes smoulder with wrath, but he looks right through you, directing his glare at the Gypsy.

    “No... I’m just being paranoid... that was your doing wasn’t it, hag? Did you order that Pokémon to use Psychic?” the seer doesn’t give a response, her trembling lips curling into a smile. The taunt doesn’t bode well with Syrian; his nostrils flaring, his eyes flashing bloody scarlet and closing into slits, his mouth quivering, a slew of words spewing into space like a volcano releasing its pent up emotions into the darkness, “Kill them both! SHADOW END!” The Toxicroak convulses with excitement, bounding into the gallows and drawing a lever marking the seer’s fate. The trap door drops, and so does the Gypsy, suspended by a thick noose of rope around her neck. Strands of wiry hair obscure her face as her limbs struggle powerlessly. The choking noise distracts you from the Toxicroak, who’d ricocheted off the gallows toward the Gripper Pokémon. His master’s retching seems to coax one last act of rebellion from Dusknoir who raises his shackles and socks the toad in the jaw with a Shadow Punch. The evil amphibian is thrown back into the air and slung onto his back. He springs back to his webbed feet and spits some blood against the floor with a testy croak. The prisoner would pay for that... Mind racing and body still craving the Griseous Orb you’d better hope your improvisation skills don’t fail you now.
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    Eyrie Peak
    Named after the odd shape of the mountain which from a distance resembles an eagle's head, Mt.Eyrie was feared by many ancient tribes who once dwelled in the forest. Because no humans ever set foot upon the mountain, Eyrie Peak has become a haven for bird Pokémon who have made it their nesting ground. Because of this, the recent influx of tourists in the vicinity have their sights set upon this area, specifically in the hope of finding some of the rarer Pokémon in the land. Be warned, the Pokémon nesting here are likely to be fierce and will protect their babies at all costs.

    Areas:
    Adventure Path: Bustling with bird’s nests, this long and jagged path seems to spiral up and around the mountain leading to Eyrie Peak. Several caverns cluster the trail, all inhabited by flying types.
    Two figures wandered up the spiralling walkway known as Adventure Path. One was clearly a human - Suchiru, a trainer who was just starting out on her journey, and the other was a pokemon - A Skarmory lovingly nicknamed Chainsaw, to be exact. Suchiru and Chainsaw had seen the mountain, Eyrie Peak, from a distance, and the trainer had quickly developed a burning desire to climb up it. However, first, they had to get to it. Chainsaw had been pretty nonchalant about the whole situation, but had followed her trainer anyway, because she was loyal, and that's what loyal pokemon did.

    The metal bird looked at her trainer, "Skaar?"
    Suchiru smiled, "Worried?"
    Chainsaw said nothing more, but her glare said everything,
    "Okay. Not worried..." Suchiru muttered, looking away from the Skarmory. Sometimes, she really didn't understand that pokemon... She supposed it hardly mattered, though - Wasn't journeying with pokemon meant to make them closer to their trainers or something? She didn't really remember, but her mother had said something like that when Suchiru had decided to leave. It'd be great if it were true, but really, only time would tell...
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    The Final Battle

    Arc Angel: Rising to your full height it takes all your willpower to coerce your legs into locomotion. You take one last fleeting look at the army strewn densely in the vale below in hopes of gaining the direction needed to face the impossible mission, only managing to scatter your thoughts and bring rise to a new fear as their torchlight danced in your eyes. Your vision follows the steep cliffs of the valley, locking onto the plateau were the Griseous Orb was pulsing like a homing beacon. It was a fair trek from your vantage point, but nothing your undead body couldn’t handle. Blocking out all the ruckus resonating underneath and the airborne hunters overhead you let nothing but the shining yellow brick penetrate your thoughts. Nothing could hurt you down there. The disciples wouldn’t be able to see you, that much was true. As for the Psychic and Ghost Pokémon that probably could, they were mindlessly drunk on shadow energy and too wild to bring attention to a lost ghost travelling in the distance. You let this theory ease your troubled mind, cradling you into a sense of security as you focused on the hike ahead. The uneven terrain was filled with nasty drops, narrow trails and sudden inclines that made it nigh impossible to scale. Without the fear of death the jumps don’t feel nearly as dangerous, your only fear being that should you fall into the ranks of the army you’d stand no chance at getting back up to the plateau. After what feels like a good half hour you’ve almost made it, in earshot of Syrian’s speaking voice which brings on another wave of foreboding. You map out your descent, and without stamina coming into play start to scale down the jutted rocks leading to the plateau. Peering over your shoulder there’s a good ten meter drop between the wall and the mesa. You let yourself fall, your feet treading through solid ground as your ankles buckle. Painless but clumsy, you lie paralysed on your back to make sure no one had heard you... but someone had.

    The shackled Dusknoir’s red eye fixes on your corpse with intense curiosity, not daring to draw any attention to your whereabouts. It takes a while for it to sink in, you were nothing more than a gust of wind to the living. Still you can’t repress the goosebumps, the sensation of a racing heart as you roll onto your chest and hoist yourself up. The scene was unchanged. Tears had streamed down the lines on the gypsy’s face as she whispered her final prayers. Toxicroak was hunched at his master’s feet, one eye twitching maniacally as his vocal sac swells and deflates rhythmically. Now that you were sure he couldn’t see you, you had a sudden urge to wring his neck. But your eyes and thoughts are quickly drawn into Syrian, holding the Griseous Orb over his head with a sinister smirk. The artefact was pulsing more vigorously now, sensing its master as it got closer. It was now or never. Your eyes sweep around the surrounding cliffs again, it’s difficult to make out were you’d been hidden in the black of the night but Iris was nowhere to be seen. You could only hope she had the power to fend off the maelstrom as you made for the orb. You cautiously sneak down the mesa, a shadow of doubt keeping you stealthy. You step over the carcass of the Stantler, the wound on your chest prickling as you try hard to repress another breakdown. The dishevelled contents of the Gypsy were spilled ahead like a minefield and as you narrowly tiptoe closer you have to steal yourself from grabbing Reaper. He could wait. The orb was all that mattered now...

    Your heart skips a beat as the Gypsy lets out a small gasp. Her foggy eyes were locked on yours, she could see you perfectly. Like the Dusknoir however she broke her gaze and focused back on the trapdoor. Her sobbing had stifled, impressioned with the hope you were craving. A hair’s distance from the cloaked demon you come to a stop, the Griseous Orb throbbing with such allure it’s impossible to take your eyes off. Creeping so close you can hear Syrian’s breathing, your fingers twitch in a mixture of fascination and anticipation. Fear had been driven out by the rays of yellow now in arms reach. And without a second thought you lunge for the Orb. Your ethereal grasp seems to phase through his fingers, but your palms come to a stop on the sharp corners of the relic. It was strangely solid, as much a part of your world as it was of this one. on your touch it resonated warmth from the tips of your fingers down to your toes. It was the first real feeling you’d felt since death, and you didn’t want to share it with the likes of Syrian. With all your force you try to prize it from his slackened grip, but he quickly locks his fingers around it. In a desperate struggle the orb seamlessly floats over the shaman’s head by its own will, only it was you pulling the invisible strings. He twists his body around so you’re both facing, doubling his seize on it jealously but you don’t let go.

    “Iris?!” he swears through gritted teeth, his face contorted in mangled of confusion and frenzy, “I- Was- Hoping- You- Would- Come... Now stop playing games and face me!” His voice echoes across the valley, stamping out any noise. The sudden outburst seems to knock you off guard too, and in a instant of strength he shakes off your efforts and shields the Orb within his arms, edging further toward the overhang. As the relic slips through your fingers all the pain and misery crashes like waves against your hollow corpse. It was like coming off a drug addiction, all you could think about was that sensation of feeling so... alive. Syrian’s panting subsides as he veils any remains of fear and uncertainty from his composure. His red eyes smoulder with wrath, but he looks right through you, directing his glare at the Gypsy.

    “No... I’m just being paranoid... that was your doing wasn’t it, hag? Did you order that Pokémon to use Psychic?” the seer doesn’t give a response, her trembling lips curling into a smile. The taunt doesn’t bode well with Syrian; his nostrils flaring, his eyes flashing bloody scarlet and closing into slits, his mouth quivering, a slew of words spewing into space like a volcano releasing its pent up emotions into the darkness, “Kill them both! SHADOW END!” The Toxicroak convulses with excitement, bounding into the gallows and drawing a lever marking the seer’s fate. The trap door drops, and so does the Gypsy, suspended by a thick noose of rope around her neck. Strands of wiry hair obscure her face as her limbs struggle powerlessly. The choking noise distracts you from the Toxicroak, who’d ricocheted off the gallows toward the Gripper Pokémon. His master’s retching seems to coax one last act of rebellion from Dusknoir who raises his shackles and socks the toad in the jaw with a Shadow Punch. The evil amphibian is thrown back into the air and slung onto his back. He springs back to his webbed feet and spits some blood against the floor with a testy croak. The prisoner would pay for that... Mind racing and body still craving the Griseous Orb you’d better hope your improvisation skills don’t fail you now.
    Stacey began the trek to the plateau her eyes firmly fixed on the sight of the glowing golden orb that had filled her body with a warmth she never thought she'd feel again. She tried not to glance at the massed army or the Shadow Pokemon hovering over them, it only lessened the tiny golden thread of hope in her heart. She could hear their cheers and battle cries and tried to tone them out as she remained focused on her goal. Iris was so sure that she wouldn't be seen that she held onto that despite her skin prickling at every glance her way, the psychic and ghost Pokemon could possibly sense her spiritual form but they all seemed so drunk on their own power and the beat of war running through their veins she needn't worry.

    She took a few deep breaths feeling it help to calm her down she traversed the long path that was perilous the entire way and several times she nearly lost her footing. Falling wouldn't kill her but landing amongst the army surrounded by Shadow Pokemon made her dead heart beat faster. She would never be able to climb back up to the plateau so she gripped the ground and every root or vine to ensure she stayed high up. After 30 minutes of slips and climbs Stacey was positioned above the mesa, she could hear Syrain speak so much clearer and his voice sent chills down her spine. She began the climb down the sheer face of the cliff, her bare feet and toes gripping onto the hard rock. She had gone as far as she could and now all was left was a 10 metre drop.She still felt nervous about leaping so far but knew from the last fall she would not feel any pain. She pushed off the surface of the rock and plummeted to the ground landing awkwardly and falling over.

    'That was graceful' she thought grimacing from her crumpled position, she was glad no-one had been able to see or hear the unladly grunt from the impact ... but someone had. Stacey lay on her back staring into the night when she felt eyes on her. Panic rose in her chest and she turned to face the singular red eye of Dusknoir, it was looking right at her. They locked gazes for what felt like an eternity mentally wondering what the other was thinking. The living couldn't see her but this ghost could, it filled her with a little thrill, would that mean that Reaper could see her too? She rolled onto her front and pushed up to her feet as she realised that nothing had changed in a few moments she had spent lying down. The gypsy had wet tear tracks along her cheeks as she prayed a final time, Toxicroak stood by his master's side his throat sacs expanding and retracting rhythmically. They don't appear to have heard her fall and Stacey walked towards them feeling a deep and dark urge to wrap her hands around the toad's throat and break his neck just like he had done to Stantler. She stepped over the corpse of the Reindeer feeling the wound in her chest burn painfully as she did but a wave of warmth pulsed over her skin as the Griseous Orb called to her. Syrian was holding it above his head and Stacey walked so close to him she could hear his heavy breathing and feel his pulse through his skin. She had to take that orb, it was calling to her like it belonged to her all along.

    Drawn out of her daze by a gasp from the gypsy Stacey stole a glance at her to meeting her eyes. That one gaze spoke so much as the Gyspy stifled her tears and looked quickly down at the trapdoor with hope in her heart. Stacey had not seen Iris anywhere amongst the ranks and she could only hope that when things got sticky she would have the power to defend herself. Stacey turned to face the orb, its light reflecting in her eyes giving them a golden glow. Without a second thought she leapt up reaching for the pointed object of power. Her fingers phased through Syrians blending them together but she grasped the edges of the orb and held on tight. It sent warmth tingles down her whole body making her feel alive again. It was like electricity starting up her heart making it beat a victory beat, she was never letting this go. Syrian slackened his grip shocked by the invisible force trying to pull away his prize but he renewed his grip before swivelling around to face her. Stacey was face to face with the demon his red eyes boring into her very soul making her scared and sick.

    “Iris?!” he swears through gritted teeth, his face contorted in mangled of confusion and frenzy, “I- Was- Hoping- You- Would- Come... Now stop playing games and face me!” His outburst had startled the spirit enough that Stacey lost her grip on the pointed orb and fell back to the ground peering up at his looming form. She felt all those negative emotions crush against her chest nearly causing her to cry all over again. The orb was like a drug, she needed to feel that alive again, she had to have it! She blinked away the feelings concentrating on Syrian who looking around in a frenzy panting hard. He was so sure that Iris was involved and he's be right but the fear in his eyes gave Stacey renewed hope, he was concerned about the Goddess' presence here, perhaps there were more she could do to prevent this war.

    “No... I’m just being paranoid... that was your doing wasn’t it, hag? Did you order that Pokémon to use Psychic?” The gypsy merely grins at him and Stacey wished for a moment that she had remained stoic, the rebellion was't going to sit well with the demon. Stacey felt his body stiffen next to her, his eyes narrowing to slits and she felt that sickening panic hit her all over again.

    No please don't hurt them!' she mentally begged him knowing it was useless.

    “Kill them both! SHADOW END!” Toxicroak bounds over to the gallows and hits a lever that send the trapdoor flying open. Stacey holds back a scream as she sees the gypsy fall and dangle from the rope her body convulsing as it fought off death. The sight was mesmerising and disgusting at the same time. Stacey didn't even notice the toad change direction and target Dusknoir who fought back one last time with a Shadow Punch sending him flying. Toxicroak was back on his feet in no time, spitting the blood out on the floor and was ready to make the ghost pay for the insult. Stacey was so torn right now, things couldn't have gone any worse. Not only didn't she have the orb the gypsy and Dusknoir were suffering because of her mistake. She had to correct this, she couldn't stand back and watch them both die! Going straight for the orb had been foolish but if she could distract Syrian enough she could make another grab for the object.

    She stood tall and remembered the Fighting Ball in her left hand, now was the time to use her weapon. She knew that revealing Valentine would show her and Iris' hand but she would not let more death happen when she could prevent it. It might be enough of a distraction, she could only hope the Gallade would recognise her and follow her orders. She dropped the ball to the ground and a bright white flash lit up their position, the army must have seen that. Lets hope that Iris was ready for them. When the light receeded her Gallade stood before her and Stacey was in awe of the power radiating off him. He was magnificent, a perfect warrior built with swords on his arms ready to fight and kill. She wondered if with her nurturing would 'her' Valentine grow up to be like this. She saw flashes of memory of her little Ralts as he smiled happily up at her, the cheekiness of his father shining in his eyes. This one had only a solid stare showing no emotion, he was more like his mother and this saddened her a little, Lucius was his father after all she had hoped he would have some of positive traits too. He had the traits of both the Gardevoir and Banette that made him a perfect warrior and killer, she could tell all that from a single look into his eyes. She couldn't wonder what could have been, she had to hope 'Valentine' would hear her thoughts and act upon them as willingly as he used to.

    'Please cut the rope in the gallows holding the old woman with Night Slash.
    Slice the Toxicroak with Psycho Cut to keep him away from the Dusknoir, aim for the throat make him really feel pain.
    Release the ghost from his shackles with Brick Break.
    Please heed my orders ... my Valentine.'


    Stacey glanced down to the keystone left abandoned on the floor. She wondered if Reaper would hear her, he could help in this battle and protect the gypsy. She wondered if it was right to bring him into the war, right now he was safe as Syrian saw him as not threat ... perhaps it was best to leave it like that ... for now.


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    Quote Originally Posted by enchantress View Post
    Astoria
    The Enchanted Forest

    Areas:
    Forgotten Ruins: Now completely overrun by deep foliage, they’ve made a suitable home for countless grass types. However, stories have spread of the intricate sanctuaries filled with great riches that lie beyond the vegetation. Riddles were a popularity of the ancients, be sure you’re intelligent enough.

    "Come Cyndaquil and lets look at this nice temple a catch our first Pokemon."said Fireray and looked at those small eyes staring at him. "Those eyes just made sure your not going in your Pokeball." he told his Cyndaquil. "But be sure to get that flame away as we don't want to burn this place down."Fireray said while looking careful at the rock. "I wonder how old these rocks are don't you too Cyndaquil." said Fireray as he looked at the rocks one more time before steping in to the ruins.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Dark Searchman View Post



    Garden of Iris


    Rainbow Pool

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    Leah allows you to grasp her hand so she could find some comfort to help her with the pain from her leg injury. “Torterra, please use Iron Head on Vespiquen after Trick moves, then Bite,” she orders her tortoise, wincing again from the pain.

    The Combee hold their positions and try combining their Gust attacks again, this time forming two smaller cyclones instead of one big one so they could hit two targets, but thanks to some quick thinking Trick was able to duck under Torterra, reducing the damage he would’ve taken. Of course, this meant Torterra took the brunt of the attacks, but she could take it in style. Then all of a sudden, Trick jumped out from under his cover and let loose a bright Flash on the small swarm. Your vision returned to normal after a few seconds, and then you could see for a brief moment the damage the Flash had caused. The first two Combee were able to look away, but Vespiquen and the other three Combee find their vision out of sorts, one of them finding their vision particularly blurry. The important thing, though, was that Vespiquen wasn’t going to see the Continent Pokemon coming. While Trick was distracting your enemies, Torterra had been charging Steel energy, magnetizing what little Iron there was in the fields and drawing it towards her Head. She wasn’t going to wait for Trick to get out of the way, however, but fortunately the little Treecko barely jumped away so that Vespiquen would take the full blow of the critical hit she was dealt. Pushed back against a tree, Vespiquen was brought back down to below half of her health. “I’m sorry, I told her to attack after your Treecko moved, but she is too impatient. Just… please be careful around her,” says Leah, apologizing for her Torterra’s Hasty tendencies. You then feel a breeze come straight at you… which would be supporting the Combee’s backs with a refreshing Tailwind, and the glowing eyes of Vespiquen show who provided it. Now you had to deal with some even faster Bug Pokemon!

    And guess what? Those faster Combee were going to whip up Gusts even quicker now! Fortunately, they seem preoccupied on getting Torterra off of Vespiquen and concentrate all their Gust attacks towards that direction. The five attacks combine once again, dealing some good damage to Torterra, but also accidentally dealing that same damage to Vespiquen in the process! Torterra was successfully blown off to the side, but at what price? Oh, and they had their backs turned; this was Trick’s chance to attack another Combee! Latching onto one Combee’s back, he Absorbs more delicious honey goodness, gaining only another tiny portion of his health back, but at least he wasn’t damaged too much, so he was brought that much closer back to full health. Thanks to Tailwind, Vespiquen could Order one of her servants to come over and Heal her before Torterra could attack again, but it took time for the Combee to transfer all of its health over to his queen. Too much time. Torterra interrupted the healing by Biting her quarry in the midsection and causing Vespiquen to flinch. And the process didn’t exactly allow Combee to stop transferring his energy somewhere. Poor little bee, he was only able to complete half of the healing process; the other half of his energy was wasted, and he fell unconscious knowing he failed in his duties.

    Well, this left four Combee, still just below 90% health, but now starting to look a little tired at about half energy; Trick is currently latched on to one of the Combee’s backs, who is slightly behind in health from the others. Vespiquen was getting a run for her money now since her Heal Order only half worked, and she was now below 40% health and at about 60% energy. Trick and Torterra were both still looking pretty healthy, though Trick would need to make sure not to get in Torterra’s way, or he would risk getting caught in the giant tortoise’s attacks.

    What will Frinth do?





    http://forums.upnetwork.net/showthread.php?t=4125

    Trick still seemed up and ready for what may have remained of the battle, and with Leah's Torterra around, victory was a more vivid projection as Trick was given further commands.

    The cascading rainbows gliding around reminded Frinth of a day he had left behind, so he drifted into a short trance...

    But he easily left the secluded state, only to fulfil his duty.
    "Leah! please let me take a shot at vespiquen!"
    Trick! give way to torterra's moves, if ever he may move first. But try taking out the vespiquen once torterra disperses the combee. Rock Smash and Thunderpunch!





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    Whew, I have some time to post this before I get into packing, so here goes! Sorry for being lazy, folks! >_< Also I've decided that my group should start posting in lime so we can distinguish ourselves from the others in Astoria.


    The Divine Woodland


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    You could forget all about the near-death experience that Kitty and Elmira had against a cranky Croconaw (in fact, you would rather forget it); you had to live in the moment here! I mean, when was the last time you met a Gym Leader, huh? My guess… too long ago to satisfy you. And now, here you were, standing in front of one of the dreamiest Gym Leaders from the Kanto region: Gary Oak, grandson of the Prof. Oak! You were so embarrassed, you had to apologize for you and your Pokemon’s inexperience as you returned them to their Pokeballs and gave them some time to rest. But then it occurred to you: what was the Viridian City Gym Leader doing all the way out here in Astoria? His answer: “Heh heh, you’re really lucky, I just happened to be here looking for some ruins I was asked to check out!” chuckled Gary. “Things just looked bad for you, so I figured I’d better step in! I’m just glad it all worked out!”

    You then look towards the Croconaw and the pool of water at the base of the waterfall, and you notice a familiar head pop out of the water. It’s the Remoraid who helped you earlier, and as you point out the fish to Gary, he notices something. “Hey wait… Remoraid, can you come a little closer?” Remoraid swims up to the edge of the pool, and Gary kneels down for a closer look at this Pokemon. “What’s this…?” he asks quietly as you could see him remove what looked like a ring from the Remoraid’s tail fin. He looks closer at the ring and gasps. “Remoraid, where did you get this?” he asked urgently, showing her the ring. “Can you show me?” Remoraid nods, then swims over to the raging Waterfall and scales up the pouring water, then swimming into… somewhere. It looked to be a few meters below the top of the waterfall, but… what is this, I don’t even… “Hm, guess I need to head in there too… Exeggutor, return, and go, Blastoise!” Gary switches from a three-headed palm tree to a big blue turtle with shoulder cannons. “All right, Blastoise, use Waterfall to get me up to that point!” he orders, pointing where the Remoraid disappeared. Blastoise jumps into the water, then Gary says, “Well, I’m gonna check this out, so see ya around!” And with that, Gary jumps in as well and holds on to Blastoise’s back as his turtle climbs up the Waterfall too. The idea of exploring ancient ruins sure sounded interesting, but exploring ruins with the Gary Oak? You could turn such a dream into reality… if you had a Pokemon that could use Waterfall, that is…

    What will Noriko do?
    “Heh heh, you’re really lucky, I just happened to be here looking for some ruins I was asked to check out!” chuckled Gary. “Things just looked bad for you, so I figured I’d better step in! I’m just glad it all worked out!” Noriko was satisfied with the answer, fully aware that Gym Leaders spent a whole lot of time outside their Gyms. Something else distracted her attention though: a familiar sight popping out of the water at the foot of the waterfall. It was the Remoraid from earlier, safe and sound. “Well, glad to see you’re alright! We helped this Remoraid before you showed up”, Noriko explained to Gary.

    The Gym leader nodded before taking notice of something. “Hey wait… Remoraid, can you come a little closer?” Remoraid swam eagerly to the edge of the pool, letting Gary kneel and take a closer look. From Remoraid’s tail fin he pulled out what looked like a ring. “What’s this…?” Noriko decided to hold her questions for a bit longer – Gary was busy making his own. “Remoraid, where did you get this? Can you show me?” As he showed the ring to Remoraid, the fish nodded happily, swimming fast and using Waterfall to climb up the falling water and out of sight. “Hm, guess I need to head in there too… Exeggutor, return, and go, Blastoise!” Apparently it was Noriko’s lucky day, not too many people got such a close look at Gary’s personal team, at least without having their butts handed to them at the same time. The giant turtle looked ready for anything. “All right, Blastoise, use Waterfall to get me up to that point!”

    Blastoise jumped into the water without as much as a blink. “Well, I’m gonna check this out, so see ya around!” Gary hopped on Blastoise, the duo going up the Waterfall at great speed before disappearing after Remoraid.

    Noriko didn’t have to think twice about her next move. “Kitty, I think we should go after him. I’m too curious.” Kitty nodded eagerly, her curiosity got the best of her too! Noriko called Kitty back into her Pokéball, pulling out another and throwing it. “Minori! We need your Waterfall attack, get us up there!” Minori the Seel dove straight into the water, Noriko walking in and grabbing Minori firmly before the latter started his swim up the waterfall…

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