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    The Lost Cities of Talas
    The Archaeology Zone
    Long since buried beneath the desert sands, the lost city of Sobek was discovered after a ferocious sandstorm uncovered part of an ancient abode. When archaeologists heard of the discovery they flocked from all over the world to examine the area, eventually unearthing several more vicinities in which the ruined remains of ancient civilisations have been laying undisturbed for thousands of years. Portions of the strange writings and hieroglyphs discovered in these lost cities have been translated, fuelling speculation that the entire island of Talas is somehow tied in with the heavens. Items, carvings, texts, as well as some rather unsettling discoveries and mysterious events have helped to cement these theories in the minds of some, while others dismiss them as fantasy. Each of the cities are believed to be connected to the others somehow, but there are still missing pieces of a much larger puzzle to be found, leading scholars to believe that there are more cities that have yet to be discovered. Talas has now become a popular archaeological site which attracts scientists, scholars, tourists, and trainers from across the globe.

    The Isle of Talas

    A desert island so large it's been classified a continent, Talas would be a barren wasteland if not for the Laos River snaking its winding trail from the far north-west corner of the island and throughout the land before rejoining the sea in the south-east province. A mixture of desolate wasteland and tropical jungle, the conditions are so harsh that very few dare to live here. Several nomadic tribes traverse the land, preferring to steer clear of populated areas, though many small villages can be found not too far from the river's edge. Most inhabitants of these villages are quite friendly, but there are the odd settlements whose residents are not at all welcoming, particularly of foreigners. The lost cities aren't the only places of interest in Talas, however, and it's these more isolated locations that have perked the interest of many a curious trainer. Guided tours are offered for those who wish to travel in groups, but the more adventurous trainers prefer to make their own way around.

    The Sphinx: This Sphinx loves riddles so if you don't like them then this isn't the place for you. Answer the Sphinx's riddle and she will allow you entry. Once inside you will be faced with another twelve riddles. Each time you guess the correct answer you advance to the next stage where you will battle for your right to face another riddle. Make it to the end and you will receive great rewards, if you lose a battle or answer a riddle incorrectly you will find yourself back at the beginning.
    Cele walked through the seemingly endless desert, with two Pokemon flanking either side of him. One side, was Neptune, an enthusiastic Squirtle, Cele's starter Pokemon, while Boing was on the other side, a confident Spoink, whom he had recently obtained in a trade with an older member of Fizzy Bubbles. Cele had heard tales of the Sphinx, who was spoken about in many myths; she just loved testing young adventurers like Cele by telling them riddles. In turn, Cele loved being tested, as well as riddles, so this area would be perfect for him. However, he had also heard of the dangers of this area, how failing to solve a riddle would get him kicked out, and all his efforts would be rendered redundant. He had also heard that you must fight for your right to answer another riddle.

    Putting those negative thoughts out of his head, he decided to focus on the task at hand, finding the Sphinx so he can gain entrance to wherever it is the riddles are told. His shoes quickly filled with sand for about the millionth time. "I hate it when this happens." Cele muttered to himself, emptying his shoes once again. "Where is this Sphinx anyway? I feel like I've been walking for days." Cele complained, holding the map up so he could see it clearly. "I think I'm going the right way." Cele says, not paying attention to where he's going. He majestically stumbles over a loose rock, falling face first into the sand. Spitting sand out whilst he gets up, staring at the great Sphinx in all her strangeness. After a few moments of doing nothing, Cele decides to act. "So, mighty Sphinx, what is your riddle for me?" Cele asks, with determination in his voice. Cele then patiently awaits the riddle, wondering what it will be...
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    The Market: A bustling marketplace. Food, clothing, and knick-knacks can be purchased here, but you'd better be careful. Some of the seedier business owners are renowned for advertising fake items as genuine artefacts. If you're lucky, however, you may just find a gem amongst the junk.

    Connor has been wandering around the Market for the couple of hours now. A few hours ago after signing some adoption papers for a Shuppet, Connor had decided to wander around Atlas City to check things out and do some catalogue-quality photography. After feeling tired and with his camera film full with photos, he decided to go back to the Emporium Hotel to check in and rest for the day but...

    "Um, where's the Emporium Hotel again?"

    Connor was once again lost. He sighed to Gaspard, his Aipom, whom he approached. His Aipom was looking at all sorts of things that the merchants were selling and was in awe. "Well, I'm lost in the city... again. I knew I should have took that left turn at the Library, sigh... my feet hurts from walking around so much..." he then called out to Gaspard, "Gaspard, please don't cause too much trouble okay? We don't want people to be calling us thieves," he said to his Aipom whom he remembered took his camera when they first met. The Aipom replied, "Ai-Aipom!" Connor had decided to might as well check what the other merchants are selling here.
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    Hello, I'm John's Knight, and I'll be your updater!

    Please remember to reply with font size 1, in Dark Orange, and to keep a link to your FB profile in your signature.

    There are currently 7 people in this zone, and I'm afraid I'll only be able to update one more, so I'll be capping my group at 8.

    That said, it's time to have some fun! I hope you enjoy your adventures >=)


    Poke_Hunter (note: your description of the catacombs are a bit self-updating, as you describe the chambers you visit as already looted; please be more careful in the future ^-^)

    Deciding to go on an adventure in the Isle of Talas, along with Zapz the Joltik and Terrance the Turtwig, you quickly choose the Sovereign Valley as your destination, an almost never-ending network of catacombs filled with ancient history and mysteries. Many archaeologists have (re)searched its contents, most of which have been transported to the Atlas Museum, its expositions being visited by hundreds of visitors, jaw-dropped at the beauty of its relics. Your contribution to a future exhibition, however, seemed doubtful. Having looked through many chambers, you are disappointed to found them empty, excavations both small and big scattered throughout the maze. What objects had been hidden there, you wonder. Zapz quickly scouts the empty chambers, his eyes mirroring a tad of disappointment. The Turtwig didn’t look too happy as well; as one of your first adventures, it was becoming relatively boring, relatively fast.

    Some minutes later you enter a much bigger chamber, pillars adorned with foreign inscriptions at its entrance and guiding you through the room’s corridor. Despite the well-restored pillars, the rest of it had certainly seen better days, security signs regarding rock slides scattered through most of it. You quickly scout it, and unfortunately no objects could be found. But of course, this Valley had been researched for many years, so it would be a miracle if you had found something at plain sight. Indeed, rumor has it smaller chambers were hidden from the plain-minded folks, protecting the royalty of royalty, the most rich and powerful from their days! But alas, nothing for the archaeologists, nothing for you.

    With a sigh, you call your pokemon and decide to go look through some of the other chambers, maybe you had missed something. The electric spider quickly follows you, but Terrance stays put. “Terrance, let’s go” you say, but he completely ignores you. Approaching him, you give him a gentle nudge, but his eyes don’t even meet yours, mindlessly looking forward. “Terrance?” you begin to worry, but this time the small Turtwig opens its mouth, firing a quick barrage of Bullet Seeds at the floor. You quickly back down, the seeds almost hitting your feet. Lost for words, you watch your pokemon fire many projectiles at the floor, stopping for a while, then starting again, repeating this several times. However, what troubles you the most is not the attack itself, but what it was meant for: he was writing a message. And its content wasn’t that much reassuring as well, as you slowly read the words on the dusty ground:

    HELP ME

    Before you could even begin to analyze it, the floor beneath you crumbles, you and your two pokemon going through a quick fall, rapidly hitting the ground. Getting back up, you look up to see the hole in the ceiling: it wasn’t more than two meters apart from where you were before and where you are now, and thankfully no harm was done to either you or your pokemon. As you call out to them, especially Terrance, you are relieved to see that he was back to normal, letting out a confused “Turt?”. Before you could ask him what had just happened, you hear a voice calling out. “Hey, is anyone there?” a man called, waiting for the dust to settle. You pick up your flashlight and search for him, two silhouettes standing out in the new underground chamber, one of a man, and other of a smaller creature, most likely his pokemon.

    “Are you alright?” he asked again, walking through the settling dust. His companion was an Excadrill, who thoroughly analyzed the hole in the ceiling, before glaring at you. Before you could answer, you hear another voice nearby, although with a bit of static noise. “Oh, wait a minute.” The man reached for his walky-talky, answering “Found one boy and two pokemon; fell from the upper main chamber. The Excadrill must have accidently caused th-”

    “Kill them” a man on the other side coldly said, terminating the conversation.

    The man sighed, putting away the device. “I’m sorry it has to be this way” he apologized, before turning to the drill pokemon. “Make sure it looks like an accident. A Rock Slide will do the trick.”

    What will you do?


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    King Ghidorah

    As you walk through the raging-hot desert, you repeatedly ask yourself “why didn’t I pack more water”, almost collapsing from full dehydration. Even calling out your trusty Krabby, the water pokemon is even more fragile than you in these blazing temperatures. Before reaching the realm of Arceus however, you notice with whatever strength you have an oasis in the distance – could it be your salvation?

    Gathering all your strength, you both reach the shimmering water at record speed – a Ninjask would certainly be befuddled. The cooling water cooling your ideas, you start to observe the surroundings: four statues emerged from the center of this pond, the Totodile line pokemon surrounding and protecting the Goddess Farity, her eyes observing this ancient city of Sobek, now filled with several small buildings, including a small pokecenter, and in the distance, the famous Colosseum. You also notice that you were not, in fact, alone – many people were looking at you, probably surprised at your mindless race towards the pond a few minutes ago. Indeed, dehydration generally results in a mild delirium, and it made you ignore that you were surrounded by many tourists such as yourself.

    Patting your head in shame, you’re quickly surprised by a hit on the head. Turning around, you notice a small Buizel – he had just fired a water gun at you, the rascal! However, he didn’t seem too happy, glaring both you and your Krabby. It appears he didn’t like your sudden ‘crash’ in his territory, and was prepared to do battle.

    What will you do?

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    CyberBlastoise

    Wanting to explore the unknown, you decide to set foot in the Mystic Temple, well known and feared for the lack of knowledge of it. Indeed, only one of the initial group of explorers came out of it alive, and yet his mind was long gone, the delirium eventually taking his life. However, you were determined to solve the mysteries that surrounded this ancient temple – or at least, to come out alive of it. Choosing your Blastoise as your on-foot companion, you both enter the temple, its majestic and eerie entrance well estabilished by a couple of pillars, many inscriptions carved on them. Its interior was no less mystic, its walls and pillars also filled with unknown encryptions, carved upon one another. Mysterious indeed.

    Suddenly, everything went dark.

    The stories of the first exploration team rushing back to your mind, you quickly call for your pokemon, but no answer was obtained. Running around blindly, you were hoping to bump into him – he had to be nearby, he was just three feet away before. However, no matter how much you searched, nothing was to be found but infinite darkness. You could not even see your own arms and body – although you could sense them, so it was just your vision that was impaired. The darkness beings to fade, slowly being replaced by a growingly bright light. Partly covering your eyes from the burning white, you quickly scout the surrounding scene – this time, it was infinite white all around you, your Blastoise nowhere to be seen. You could not actually see any floor beneath you, but you were certainly standing. “Hello?” you shout, but received no answer.

    Out of nowhere, a red laser descends from the high heavens, hitting the ‘ground’ about 5 meters away from you, emitting a quiet, yet annoying high pitch. Another one hits the floor, this one just to your right side. Suddenly, two images start to form from the two lasers, the one near you materializing into the Blastoise you well knew, and the other one into a small Petilil, mindlessly looking at you. The lasers disappear as quickly as they appeared, only you and the two pokemon remaining in this white chamber. Your pokemon seemed as confused as you; what had just happened?

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    gmoyes (note: in your replies you can not control your environment, as it is considered self-updating; although the description of the lab says "Occasionally one of the professors may have a job opening", indeed there are probably people in there, but you can't describe it as "busy people" rushing from one place to another; please be more careful about this in the future ^-^)

    Repeatedly scolding yourself for not bringing some bottles of water for this heated journey, you eventually reach the Research Lab, the mechanical doors quickly sliding open, the cooler temperatures welcoming you to the science institute. A little bit shy, you don’t really know what you should do there, as several scientists rush from one place to another, such a hectic place!
    “Hello there!” You’re suddenly greeted by the young lady at the welcome stand. “Are you a trainer?” she asks, receiving a nod from you. “Well, then, might I interest you in our free tour today? Should you accept, please just wait in that room, and you’ll get your tour in a few minutes” As she handed you a small pamphlet, she pointed to a dark red door on the opposite side, that was the waiting room.

    SPECIAL OFFER!
    Just for today, the Research Lab will fully open its doors to public, organizing one tour around this institution. Completely free of charge, this is your only chance to see what happens behind the curtain, including recent researches, a fossil exhibition, as well as some other secrets that you’ll find intriguing in the least.

    We hope you enjoy!

    As you finish reading the pamphlet, your mind started to work excitingly. You couldn’t have been luckier! Just for today, and without any special favour, you could get a free tour around the research facilities. Why not, you ask yourself, as you gladly come into a small chamber, although not empty – indeed, many were gathered, your eyes spotting scientists and trainers alike. Interrupting your thoughts, everyone spots a woman, about 1.65 meters tall, her long black hair curled on her white medical-looking coat, pushing the doors away, walking with a steady pace. “Good morning, everyone!” she says, observing her crowd. “I’m Dr. Foster, one of this laboratory’s archaeologists, and I shall be your tour guide for today.” Her beautiful blue eyes gathering everyone’s attention, she continues. “I know you all must be very excited with what is going to happen. This is a very rare event, and it probably won’t happen in near future, so I hope you enjoy it as much as possible. Since you seem to be ecstatic, I won’t delay the visit anymore. Shall we?”

    Turning around, she disappears as she exits the room and passes through another set of doors, and all the visitors, you included, quickly rush in to enter it, some of them acting very competitively and pushing each other away, as to enter the Research Lab first. As all of you enter, you walk down the corridor, following Dr. Foster. In the wall, several photographs were hanged, and in your quick pace you read one’s description “Dr. Kamus and the Archen”, a man who appeared to be in his late 50s pointing to a group of fossils.

    “Before I show you history, I must tell you this lab’s history. This Research Lab was founded on 1990 by Dr. Kamus Mespira, a renowned archaeologist who practically lived on this desert, digging every squared meter of sand there was. Years before, he was mocked by his colleagues, as his instinct was certain that there were fossils in a place that no man considered archaeologically valuable. Indeed, he dug, and dug, but found nothing. However, one day he met Dr. Ethos Tomus, the founder of the Paleontological Center of the Sunny Dryland, set in the continent of Fizzytopia, and top archaeological institute in the world at that time – and still today! Dr. Tomus gave him his help, and more importantly, his trust, believing there was certainly something in that spot, something big. And indeed, they were right – in 1988, Dr. Kamus discovered fossils of a large community of never-before-seen pokemon fossils, afterwards baptized as Archen. Quite the instinct he had there! After his discovery, he built this Research Lab, affiliated with the ‘Bones Center’ of Fizzytopia, becoming one of the most talked archaeological centers of this continent!” She states. You start to feel an increase in temperature, and in the far end of this historical tunnel, the light shined upon them, a window separating you from the exterior.

    As you get closer to it, you realize that the window is quite long, stretching for about 8 meters to the right. However, you see the windows entrapping that location, forming a square around it. Looking down, you see some archaeologists digging and cleaning some rocks, while three Nidoqueen fire a Blizzard at them, which combined with the intense heat, would create a gentle cooling breeze. “And this is the Crypt, another nickname given by our workers, since they’re in a lower level than ours. If it weren’t for those Nidoqueen, our scientists would probably be dead by now, as the temperatures are extremely elevated. We created a, well you can call it a sub-station, here, as we presume this was the location of a large pokemon community, a fact that justifies the findings of several fossils. Moreover, we presume we are looking at the biggest Lileep fossil ever encountered. But let’s continue our tour, there’s much more to it.”

    Turning to her right, she continues walking, and the group follows her, some of them still observing the “Crypt”. “Now you’ll look at our fossil exposition. With high technology, we managed to create faithful replica of the fossilized pokemons.” She states, and as gets near the door, you realize it’s mechanical, as it slides open to her. As you enter it, the hall was greatly large; a community of Snorlax could easily sleep there, and there would be plenty of room left. “I’ll give you some time now to observe the fossils.” Dr.Fosters says, before exiting the room. You start looking around, staring at the fossils. In top of them stood a picture of their appearance, as well as characteristics and other details.

    However, you suddenly hear a loud scream, followed by a threatening roar. As you turn around, a large pokemon rushed through the room, the visitors running for their lives. The dinosaur creature, much similar to the ancient Tyrannossaurus, appeared from thin air, as there was no sign of forced entrance in the wall. The Rampardos notices you, and quickly changes his trajectory, rushing towards you.

    What will you do?

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    GalaxyEyes

    Ignoring your fears, you manage to reach the Pool of Illusion, lost among the lost city of Lacuna. Rumor has it that mysterious events occurred there at midnight, and you just couldn’t wait to see them by yourself. You wait till then, becoming more and more anxious as time went by. What would happen, you ask yourself, although your Gothita didn’t seem that eager to discover.

    It was midnight. Now or never, they say, your eyes quickly scouting every inch of the surroundings, looking for something out of the ordinary to happen. As minutes go by, you start to feel disappointed – something was wrong, nothing was happening at all. The pool remained calmly silent, the moonlight reflected upon its eerie waters. Beautiful indeed, but that was not why you had visited this place. Maybe the rumors were false, forged to increase tourism perhaps? Well, you weren’t going to stay there forever to find out…

    Suddenly, you hear something. A splash…? Setting your attention into the pool, you notice some ripples in its center, something had moved for sure. It remained quiet afterwards; nothing was heard besides your breath and Gothita’s nerves trembling. Almost as if to satisfy your curiosity, another small splash was heard in the same spot, this time a little louder, although your eyes didn’t notice anything diving into the water. Could it be… underwater?

    You have little time to analyze it carefully, as the water suddenly ripples angrily, moving wildly and uncoordinatedly. Even more mysteriously, it begins to create two shapes, one much smaller than the other. As it materializes, you stop your breath as you realize the phantasmagorical image that stands in your front: it was you, your own self, well not your own of course, but an amazingly and frighteningly perfect clone in front of you, standing in the center of the pool, a small Gothita on his right side, both standing on top of the water. You and your pokemon pale at what your eyes see, but you have little time to think, as you hear your twin coldly order: “Gothita, use Confusion.”

    What will you do?

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    Celebii 151

    Eager to solve puzzles and riddles, what better place to visit than the Sphinx? Indeed, this mythological creature from the ancient times is well known throughout world and time itself, rewarding the bright minded with treasures of unimaginable value, while protecting these riches from the greedy simpletons, flanking the entrances to its inner chambers. The pros and cons are well established – should you desire to enter it, you must solve any and every challenge it throws at you, be it of the mind or of the body. With that in your mind, you reach the mythological creature, and determinately ask “So, mighty Sphinx, what is your riddle for me?”

    You obtain no immediate answer, at least from the statue itself; instead, the sand in front of you begins to move in a swirly and coordinated fashion, a pointing cone sticking out of it, spinning at high velocity. You wonder what it meant, but as you approached it carefully, the sand bursts violently, pushing you to the ground. What was once a small cone is now a rapidly spinning creature, its turmoil moving the sand around it at a fascinating speed. The creature appears to slow down; what was once a blurry sand mass reveals itself to be a Baltoy, its eyes fixed on you.

    “It is not what it looks like” the Sphinx loudly announces, its words resonating through your mind. The Baltoy levitated slowly towards you, and appeared ready to assault anything that crossed his path.

    What will you do?

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    uhhhhh

    Feeling a tad lost in this modern metropolis, instead of reaching the Emporium Hotel where you were staying, you instead reach the Atlas Market. An honest mistake, you should have turned left where you turned right, but fate wanted you to visit this bustling marketplace, many items being sold there, both common and rare. It was quite a sight, people from all corners of the world were selling their belongings, potions, secret base items, Lava Cookies, RageCandyBars, you name it. However, as in any other grand bazaar, you were bound to find those mischievous sellers, whose items are anything but real. Caution in this place is absolutely needed if you want to buy quality goods.

    As you walk around one of the busiest roads, you and Gaspard couldn’t help but smile at the sight of a couple of other Aipom, rushing through the top of tents, jumping from one to another; what could those little rascals be up to? Well, it wasn’t long before you found out; quickly disappearing from plain sight, you hear someone shout: “Give them back, you damn scoundrels!” An old, slightly overweight man rushes through the crowd, clumsily bumping into everyone. He then stops in front of you, his hands on his knees, heavily panting. “Damn Aipom, give me back what you stole from me!” he yells, pointing at the confused Gaspard.

    What will you do?

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    I am so snagging that last spot.

    Note: This first part is just to explain why I'm here, not any attempts to set my own plot. Well, not for this at least; while it is setting up something, it's just for a possible little story idea for myself.

    Drew laid in his apartment, a large upscale flat in Castelia City, staring at the ceiling. He had just returned from his most recent... excursions, and had no desire to return to ghost hunting for some time. Beside him his Ekans, Salazar, had coiled around his second teammate, Zylia, a small pyromaniac Budew, and quickly had fallen into a deep slumber. After much struggling, Zylia too had fallen asleep, exhausted.

    *Click*

    "Flippity flap, flippity flap, put the pancake on the stack-"

    *Click*

    "Have you or any of your family ever seen a spook, spector, or ghost-"

    *Click*

    "Oh look: waffle cat-"

    *Click*

    Drew could hear someone, probably Stealth, his Weavile, flipping through TV channels out in the main room, which left only Korvéo, his newest Pokémon, a mischievous little Murkrow, unaccounted for. A peck on the window made Drew realize the crow must've gotten outside. Sighing, he got up to let Korvéo back in.

    "Kor, didn't you learn as we were coming back here not to go wandering off? I would've thought the three Herdier and five Purrloin chasing you for all their stuff would leave some sort of impression."

    The Murkrow just cawed a sort of short laugh.

    Drew was about to start scolding, but the high-pitched trill of his cell phone stopped him. "Hello? Drew Guildford speaking."

    The voice on the other end was breathy, with an accent Drew couldn't place. "Guildford? As in the photographer? The one who published that article on phantoms? Good, I've got the right person.

    "My... employer needs some pictures of a rare tomb. It is found in a series of catacombs within the Isle of Talas. I can pay hansomely for this tasks completion."

    "How "handomely"?"

    The price the caller said made Drew's eyes widen like dinner plates. "Deal."

    "Wonderful. There will be a plane waiting at Castelia Airport within the next half hour. It will take you to Talas free of charge. From there your own form of transportation must be found, but I do hope that our reward will vastly outweigh the costs of travel."

    With that the caller hung up. Not once did he give his name, and Drew, focused on the payment, didn't think anything of it.

    "Hey guys, better pack your suitcases. We're going on a trip!"


    Quote Originally Posted by enchantress View Post
    The Isle of Talas
    A desert island so large it's been classified a continent, Talas would be a barren wasteland if not for the Laos River snaking its winding trail from the far north-west corner of the island and throughout the land before rejoining the sea in the south-east province. A mixture of desolate wasteland and tropical jungle, the conditions are so harsh that very few dare to live here. Several nomadic tribes traverse the land, preferring to steer clear of populated areas, though many small villages can be found not too far from the river's edge. Most inhabitants of these villages are quite friendly, but there are the odd settlements whose residents are not at all welcoming, particularly of foreigners. The lost cities aren't the only places of interest in Talas, however, and it's these more isolated locations that have perked the interest of many a curious trainer. Guided tours are offered for those who wish to travel in groups, but the more adventurous trainers prefer to make their own way around.

    Areas:
    Sovereign Valley: A vast network of catacombs where only the most revered of ancient kings and queens were buried. Riches beyond your wildest dreams are rumoured to have been buried with them, and judging from what has been found so far this very well may be the case. All objects discovered have been taken to the Atlas Museum, but if you're lucky you may just stumble upon an undiscovered chamber that hasn't yet been emptied by an excavation crew or ransacked by looters.
    Drew shifted into park as he pulled the rented jeep up outside one of the catacomb entrances. He spotted a few other cars around, but no one was in sight. They all must be explorers or something, Drew thought.

    The flight had not been all that exciting, nor had the drive out to the valley. Once you escaped the bustle that was Atlas City, it was mostly barren desert.

    Grabbing his satchel from the passenger seat, Drew stepped out of the jeep. He opened a Pokéball and soon Korvéo was perched on his left shoulder. "Look, I know we haven't really been off to a great start the past few days, but I hope that you'll warm up to-"

    A slight glint in the catacomb entrance caught the Murkrow's eye, and before Drew could even finish talking the crow had flown down into the tunnel.

    "-me." Drew sighed starting after the bird. "Why did I just know something like this would happen?"

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    The Sun Temple: A large temple dedicated to Faros, God of the Sun. Steps surround the temple, at the very top of which rests an alter covered in dark stains believed to be blood. Some say that ritualistic sacrifices were performed here, but what met the requirements for one of these sacrifices is anyone's guess. Human, Pokémon, both? Perhaps some more light will be shed on the matter once the inner temple has been fully explored, but few dare to enter as the terrifying screams of those long since departed can be heard echoing throughout its extensive halls.*
    "Sheesh... Scary."

    Charlotte stared up with wonder at the gigantic temple looming over her and Flare. Flare was whimpering in her arms, struggling and trying to escape Charlotte's firm grip on her. "Calm down, Flare, it's not like there are real human ghosts in there, anyway," Charlotte told the Fox Pokémon, stroking her head gently.*

    "Pix..." Flare whined, but soon settled down after a few more minutes of petting.*

    "There," Charlotte said, smiling gently down at Flare. "I can assure, there aren't any ghosts. I'm pretty sure there hasn't been a single sound heard from inside-"

    A terrifying, almost unearthly scream echoed through the air from the temple, making both Charlotte and Flare freeze.*

    "-the temple," Charlotte finished in a whisper. "...Let's go up, though, I mean, there isn't any going back..." With that, the two of them began climbing the stairs of the temple, trying their best not to let each other know that they were, in fact, terrified.*


    EDIT: Damn, over taken by five minutes. How unfair is that.

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    Quote Originally Posted by John's Knight View Post

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    King Ghidorah

    As you walk through the raging-hot desert, you repeatedly ask yourself “why didn’t I pack more water”, almost collapsing from full dehydration. Even calling out your trusty Krabby, the water pokemon is even more fragile than you in these blazing temperatures. Before reaching the realm of Arceus however, you notice with whatever strength you have an oasis in the distance – could it be your salvation?

    Gathering all your strength, you both reach the shimmering water at record speed – a Ninjask would certainly be befuddled. The cooling water cooling your ideas, you start to observe the surroundings: four statues emerged from the center of this pond, the Totodile line pokemon surrounding and protecting the Goddess Farity, her eyes observing this ancient city of Sobek, now filled with several small buildings, including a small pokecenter, and in the distance, the famous Colosseum. You also notice that you were not, in fact, alone – many people were looking at you, probably surprised at your mindless race towards the pond a few minutes ago. Indeed, dehydration generally results in a mild delirium, and it made you ignore that you were surrounded by many tourists such as yourself.

    Patting your head in shame, you’re quickly surprised by a hit on the head. Turning around, you notice a small Buizel – he had just fired a water gun at you, the rascal! However, he didn’t seem too happy, glaring both you and your Krabby. It appears he didn’t like your sudden ‘crash’ in his territory, and was prepared to do battle.

    What will you do?

    Hugo, enjoying the cooling sensation of the water, is hit in the back of the head with water gun, sending him tumbling into the pond. He emerges and looks at Krabby quizzically trying to piece together what just happened. Krabby motions his pincer toward the Buizel who sits in the water glaring.

    "Hey there, guy. No need for the hostility. We come in peace," says Hugo. The trainer begins to inch toward Buizel as a sign of friendship, but the sea weasel braces itself and bares it's teeth to immediate Hugo.

    It works. Hugo begins to back up cautiously.

    "Whoa, buddy. Come on now."

    Suddenly, Krabby swims in front of Buizel glaring right back at him.

    "You wanna take a shot at him, buddy?"

    *click click* responds Krabby.

    "Alright then, let's do this. Hit Buizel with Bubble and then go for the throat with Vicegrip! Come on, Krabby!"

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    uhhhhh

    Feeling a tad lost in this modern metropolis, instead of reaching the Emporium Hotel where you were staying, you instead reach the Atlas Market. An honest mistake, you should have turned left where you turned right, but fate wanted you to visit this bustling marketplace, many items being sold there, both common and rare. It was quite a sight, people from all corners of the world were selling their belongings, potions, secret base items, Lava Cookies, RageCandyBars, you name it. However, as in any other grand bazaar, you were bound to find those mischievous sellers, whose items are anything but real. Caution in this place is absolutely needed if you want to buy quality goods.

    As you walk around one of the busiest roads, you and Gaspard couldn’t help but smile at the sight of a couple of other Aipom, rushing through the top of tents, jumping from one to another; what could those little rascals be up to? Well, it wasn’t long before you found out; quickly disappearing from plain sight, you hear someone shout: “Give them back, you damn scoundrels!” An old, slightly overweight man rushes through the crowd, clumsily bumping into everyone. He then stops in front of you, his hands on his knees, heavily panting. “Damn Aipom, give me back what you stole from me!” he yells, pointing at the confused Gaspard.

    What will you do?

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    Connor was looking around the Market now, checking out the stalls that were selling all sorts of items. Ranging from potions to pokeballs even Lava Cookies and RageCandyBars, this market seemingly has it all. There were however, some shadier sellers whose items they were selling wasn't exactly what people would call authentic. Connor could have sworn he saw the exact replica of an ancient artifact being sold at another tent. It didn't matter to him anyway, he wasn't an impulsive shopper and he wasn't planning on buying anything here.

    When Connor and Gaspard arrived at one of the busiest roads at the Market, Gaspard was attempting to get Connor's attention by pointing at something, "Gaspard, we're not here to buy thi-" Connor stopped as he saw what the Aipom was pointing. There were other Aipom rushing through the top of the tents. Connor and Gaspard smiled at the sight, "Hehe, you wanna play with them Gaspard?" Gaspard replied to him with a nod but as looked again, the group of Aipom were now gone. Gaspard frowned. "Aw they're gone. Too bad Gaspard. You know, I wonder what those Aipom were up to? They're probably window shopping like us," Connor chuckled at what he said. Just then, he heard someone shout.

    “Give them back, you damn scoundrels!”

    Connor froze. Could that man be referring to Gaspard? "Gaspard, did you...?" his partner quickly shook his head. "Then could it be those Aipom we saw earlier?" he had no time to contemplate as the man who had shouted appeared in front of him. He was old and slightly overweight man who was currently panting with his hands on his knees.

    “Damn Aipom, give me back what you stole from me!” he was pointing at Gaspard. Connor shook his head, "Sir I'm sorry, but you must be mistaking my Gaspard from those Aipom jumping above the tents a while ago. He's with me." Connor calmly said to the man, "Those Aipom you're looking for went that way," Connor pointed past him, hoping the man would listen to reason and believe him.

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    Ignoring your fears, you manage to reach the Pool of Illusion, lost among the lost city of Lacuna. Rumor has it that mysterious events occurred there at midnight, and you just couldn’t wait to see them by yourself. You wait till then, becoming more and more anxious as time went by. What would happen, you ask yourself, although your Gothita didn’t seem that eager to discover.

    It was midnight. Now or never, they say, your eyes quickly scouting every inch of the surroundings, looking for something out of the ordinary to happen. As minutes go by, you start to feel disappointed – something was wrong, nothing was happening at all. The pool remained calmly silent, the moonlight reflected upon its eerie waters. Beautiful indeed, but that was not why you had visited this place. Maybe the rumors were false, forged to increase tourism perhaps? Well, you weren’t going to stay there forever to find out…

    Suddenly, you hear something. A splash…? Setting your attention into the pool, you notice some ripples in its center, something had moved for sure. It remained quiet afterwards; nothing was heard besides your breath and Gothita’s nerves trembling. Almost as if to satisfy your curiosity, another small splash was heard in the same spot, this time a little louder, although your eyes didn’t notice anything diving into the water. Could it be… underwater?

    You have little time to analyze it carefully, as the water suddenly ripples angrily, moving wildly and uncoordinatedly. Even more mysteriously, it begins to create two shapes, one much smaller than the other. As it materializes, you stop your breath as you realize the phantasmagorical image that stands in your front: it was you, your own self, well not your own of course, but an amazingly and frighteningly perfect clone in front of you, standing in the center of the pool, a small Gothita on his right side, both standing on top of the water. You and your pokemon pale at what your eyes see, but you have little time to think, as you hear your twin coldly order: “Gothita, use Confusion.”

    What will you do?



    It was midnight, and after a long night, we finally got to the Pool of Illusions. It was pitch black, and the only light was the full moon. Coming here with the intentions of discovering the mystery of the lake, Galaxy and his less than eager Gothita waited patiently.

    "Why did we have to go here?" my irritated Gothita whined. "We are here to see what the mystery is with this lake. We've been over this, haven't we?" I told her. I knew that she would come back with something, something we've both done as children. "Yeah, I know, but it's late, it's cold, and I'm tired. Can't we just go home?" she asked, in an almost pleading tone.

    "If you're really that tired, then you can go into your pokeball, can't you?" I replied, knowing full well she hated her pokeball. "Ugh, fine, you win. I'll stay and wait with you." she finally said, although extremely reluctantly. Afterwards, we waited...and waited...and waited. They waited for about 20 minutes after midnight. Just when it seemed nothing would happen, the water rippled.

    "Wha...what was that?" Gothita asked me in a voice similar to a girl seeing a ghost. "I, I don't know. I wonder what it was, or even if it was real." I said, wanting to know whether it was real or not, while Gothita just wanted to run and never come back. To answer my question, the water rippled again, seeming to be underwater. Then, the water starts spiraling randomly, appearing to form two shapes. What we saw after the water stopped took our breath. In front of us were water clones of us. "That's it! I don't like it here, lets go now! Please!?"my Gothita screamed, obviously terrified for her life. She became even more so when he commanded his Gothita to use confusion. It happened so fast, I only had time to say,"Gothita, dodge!!!"
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    The Lost Cities of Talas
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    The Lost City of Lacuna

    Located at the bottom of a deep valley laid out in the shape of a crescent moon, the Laos River provides the surrounding area with a rich source of nutrition. Thick jungle surrounds the ancient city whose inhabitants appear to have worshipped cats. Statues and inscriptions depict a very large, very muscular, panther-like feline as tall as a man whilst on all fours, but whether this creature is an extinct Pokémon or something else is anyone's guess. No references have been found in relation to this mythical beast, leaving many to wonder if it actually existed, or was simply a God worshipped by those who inhabited the city.

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    Rapa's Temple: About a quarter of a mile from the ruins of Lacuna is a small island surrounded by water. The wooden bridge leading to it has been deliberately sabotaged so that nobody may cross, while large, shadowy forms can be seen lurking beneath the surface of the water. Skeletal remains of humans - or parts of them - who have tried to access the island can be seen scattered along the shore which causes most to think twice before trying to cross the water. An ancient temple sealed centuries ago is built upon the lone island, its entrance inscribed: "Herein reside the Rapa; Death to those who enter". Is it sealed to keep something in, or to keep people out? Hmm, wonder what's inside?


    "Lost? Again?"

    Andy sighed greatly and kicked and the ground, cursing his aversion to maps and guides. He should have known better, he really should have. The valley he was traversing seemed to get deeper, darker and more isolated from civilisation with each step he took. Part of him told him to head back, and try a different route, another part reminded him that he hadn't actually been paying much attention to where he was walking, and therefore probably wouldn't have been able to remember the way back anyway.

    "Guess i'll just have to keep going," he said finally, "I'll have to come across something eventually"

    Plucking the Pokeball from his belt strap he pressed the button on the front and watched as Sheldon materialised in front of him. The Tiny Leaf Pokemon shook it's head lazily, as if it has just woken from a nap, and looked up at its trainer.

    "I hope your sense of direction is better than mine, Sheldon," Andy said with a smile to his Turtwig. "Besides, I could do with the company."

    Together they marched onwards. As they headed deeper the terrain seemed to become more treacherous and unstable, as if the very earth itself was trying to stop them going any further. Andy only hoped that if they made it to somewhere, without him breaking his neck first, that it was going to be worth it.
    After what seemed and age the ground seemed to level out, and the surrounding jungle seemed to thin. In the distance, Andy was sure he could see some kind of structure. With a knowing nod to Sheldon, the two picked up their pace and headed towards it.

    Finally leaving the jungle, the first sight that came to them made both Pokemon and Trainer stop in their tracks. The structure they had seem in the distance was not a building, but a giant statue of an unknown creature. Andy could only stare at it, and mixture of fear and awe swirling inside of him. The statue seemed to be looking right back at him too, ready to pounce on him and shred him to pieces if he took a single step. He had no idea how long he'd been standing there until Sheldon nudging himself against his leg finally brought him back to his senses.
    Although he soon wished he hadn't looked around the rest of his surroundings, which seemed to be littered with bones, and other scraps that had obviously been part of some creatures meal.
    Andy looked around some more. Not far away was a large lake, and in the centre seemed to be a building of some sort, worn and crumbling from time and the elements. Like the statue, it seemed to both make him want to keep his distance, whilst at the same time drawing him in closer to it.
    Unfortunately (Or perhaps luckily), the wooden bridge, which appeared to be the only way of crossing, had been destroyed.

    "I'm not really sure I'm liking the feel of this place, Sheldon," Said Andy, "but it'll be getting dark soon. I think we'd best just find the safest spot we can around here and set up camp. We'll figure out our next step tomorrow."

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    CyberBlastoise

    Wanting to explore the unknown, you decide to set foot in the Mystic Temple, well known and feared for the lack of knowledge of it. Indeed, only one of the initial group of explorers came out of it alive, and yet his mind was long gone, the delirium eventually taking his life. However, you were determined to solve the mysteries that surrounded this ancient temple – or at least, to come out alive of it. Choosing your Blastoise as your on-foot companion, you both enter the temple, its majestic and eerie entrance well estabilished by a couple of pillars, many inscriptions carved on them. Its interior was no less mystic, its walls and pillars also filled with unknown encryptions, carved upon one another. Mysterious indeed.

    Suddenly, everything went dark.

    The stories of the first exploration team rushing back to your mind, you quickly call for your pokemon, but no answer was obtained. Running around blindly, you were hoping to bump into him – he had to be nearby, he was just three feet away before. However, no matter how much you searched, nothing was to be found but infinite darkness. You could not even see your own arms and body – although you could sense them, so it was just your vision that was impaired. The darkness beings to fade, slowly being replaced by a growingly bright light. Partly covering your eyes from the burning white, you quickly scout the surrounding scene – this time, it was infinite white all around you, your Blastoise nowhere to be seen. You could not actually see any floor beneath you, but you were certainly standing. “Hello?” you shout, but received no answer.

    Out of nowhere, a red laser descends from the high heavens, hitting the ‘ground’ about 5 meters away from you, emitting a quiet, yet annoying high pitch. Another one hits the floor, this one just to your right side. Suddenly, two images start to form from the two lasers, the one near you materializing into the Blastoise you well knew, and the other one into a small Petilil, mindlessly looking at you. The lasers disappear as quickly as they appeared, only you and the two pokemon remaining in this white chamber. Your pokemon seemed as confused as you; what had just happened?
    Bill and Silver entered into the temple all ready for adventures. The trainer really admired the architectural beauty this place had to offer. As he was viewing the various symbols on the pillars, Bill sometimes wished that he payed attention in his "Hook on Hieroglyphics" program, but the damage was done. He was ready to take some photos for later study when everything went dark. The mystery of the temple was about to begin.

    "Dangit, the temple doors must've closed. Well, we should be okay so long as we keep our heads about us, right Silver?".....there was no answer from his Blastoise partner. "Silver? Hey, Silver, please tell me that you're here..." The fact that the Blastoise was gone was more spooky to him than the darkened room. Bill started to wander around hoping to hit a wall or Silver or something, but he hit nothing at all. "I need some sort of light...I knew I should've brought those torches."

    Soon, the trainer's wish was granted and light had indeed filled the room. The inky-black darkness was quickly replaced with bright white, but Bill noticed something, Silver was still nowhere in sight. He looked around hoping for something to happen. That was when two lasers fell from the sky. One of them landed straight beside Bill while the other was across from the trainer. Two Pokemon emerged from the lasers, the one beside Bill was his most trust partner, Silver. The other laser however released a Pokemon that Bill had not seen before. It was a grass-type and that's all he knew about it. The trainer pulled out his pokedex.

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    Petilil, the Bulb Pokemon. Since they prefer moist, nutrient-rich soil, the areas where Petilil live are known to be good for growing plants.
    "Interesting, a grass-type Pokemon," Bill commented. Silver looked suspiciously toward the Petilil, not completely trusting the grass-type Pokemon with good reason. Bill on the other hand got onto his knees and tried talking to the Grass-Pokemon. "Hey there li'l Petilil. Are you lost?" He was hoping for an answer, but truthfully he was also expecting an attack, as well.
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    Eager to solve puzzles and riddles, what better place to visit than the Sphinx? Indeed, this mythological creature from the ancient times is well known throughout world and time itself, rewarding the bright minded with treasures of unimaginable value, while protecting these riches from the greedy simpletons, flanking the entrances to its inner chambers. The pros and cons are well established – should you desire to enter it, you must solve any and every challenge it throws at you, be it of the mind or of the body. With that in your mind, you reach the mythological creature, and determinately ask “So, mighty Sphinx, what is your riddle for me?”

    You obtain no immediate answer, at least from the statue itself; instead, the sand in front of you begins to move in a swirly and coordinated fashion, a pointing cone sticking out of it, spinning at high velocity. You wonder what it meant, but as you approached it carefully, the sand bursts violently, pushing you to the ground. What was once a small cone is now a rapidly spinning creature, its turmoil moving the sand around it at a fascinating speed. The creature appears to slow down; what was once a blurry sand mass reveals itself to be a Baltoy, its eyes fixed on you.

    “It is not what it looks like” the Sphinx loudly announces, its words resonating through your mind. The Baltoy levitated slowly towards you, and appeared ready to assault anything that crossed his path.

    What will you do?
    Cele still couldn't get over the Sphinx's appearance. Its humanoid face, on that feline body. It just looked abnormal. He stared at the Sphinx for a few more moments, still awaiting the riddle. Being the impatient person he is, Cele turned to leave, deciding it wasn't worth the wait. That's when it happened. The sand beneath Cele's feet began to move. Swirling all around, in a strangely uniform pattern. Curious, Cele cautiously moves towards it, only to have the sand blow up in his face, as he falls to the ground once again. Getting back up, he spots a Baltoy, with its eyes turned towards him.

    "It is not what it looks like" the Sphinx's voice bellows, finally deciding to do something. While she is doing that, Baltoy slowly begins to move towards Cele, the look on its face telling that it won't let anything stand in its way. Thinking over the situation, Cele comes across what he thinks the answer is. He had heard of a Pokemon in a distant region, one that liked to impersonate other Pokemon. Turning to the Sphinx, he says, "May this Baltoy be a Zorua or Zoroark, utilizing its Illusion ability?" Cele bites his lip, while he waits for the Sphinx's response, hoping his answer was correct.
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    Poke_Hunter (note: your description of the catacombs are a bit self-updating, as you describe the chambers you visit as already looted; please be more careful in the future ^-^)

    Deciding to go on an adventure in the Isle of Talas, along with Zapz the Joltik and Terrance the Turtwig, you quickly choose the Sovereign Valley as your destination, an almost never-ending network of catacombs filled with ancient history and mysteries. Many archaeologists have (re)searched its contents, most of which have been transported to the Atlas Museum, its expositions being visited by hundreds of visitors, jaw-dropped at the beauty of its relics. Your contribution to a future exhibition, however, seemed doubtful. Having looked through many chambers, you are disappointed to found them empty, excavations both small and big scattered throughout the maze. What objects had been hidden there, you wonder. Zapz quickly scouts the empty chambers, his eyes mirroring a tad of disappointment. The Turtwig didn’t look too happy as well; as one of your first adventures, it was becoming relatively boring, relatively fast.

    Some minutes later you enter a much bigger chamber, pillars adorned with foreign inscriptions at its entrance and guiding you through the room’s corridor. Despite the well-restored pillars, the rest of it had certainly seen better days, security signs regarding rock slides scattered through most of it. You quickly scout it, and unfortunately no objects could be found. But of course, this Valley had been researched for many years, so it would be a miracle if you had found something at plain sight. Indeed, rumor has it smaller chambers were hidden from the plain-minded folks, protecting the royalty of royalty, the most rich and powerful from their days! But alas, nothing for the archaeologists, nothing for you.

    With a sigh, you call your pokemon and decide to go look through some of the other chambers, maybe you had missed something. The electric spider quickly follows you, but Terrance stays put. “Terrance, let’s go” you say, but he completely ignores you. Approaching him, you give him a gentle nudge, but his eyes don’t even meet yours, mindlessly looking forward. “Terrance?” you begin to worry, but this time the small Turtwig opens its mouth, firing a quick barrage of Bullet Seeds at the floor. You quickly back down, the seeds almost hitting your feet. Lost for words, you watch your pokemon fire many projectiles at the floor, stopping for a while, then starting again, repeating this several times. However, what troubles you the most is not the attack itself, but what it was meant for: he was writing a message. And its content wasn’t that much reassuring as well, as you slowly read the words on the dusty ground:

    HELP ME

    Before you could even begin to analyze it, the floor beneath you crumbles, you and your two pokemon going through a quick fall, rapidly hitting the ground. Getting back up, you look up to see the hole in the ceiling: it wasn’t more than two meters apart from where you were before and where you are now, and thankfully no harm was done to either you or your pokemon. As you call out to them, especially Terrance, you are relieved to see that he was back to normal, letting out a confused “Turt?”. Before you could ask him what had just happened, you hear a voice calling out. “Hey, is anyone there?” a man called, waiting for the dust to settle. You pick up your flashlight and search for him, two silhouettes standing out in the new underground chamber, one of a man, and other of a smaller creature, most likely his pokemon.

    “Are you alright?” he asked again, walking through the settling dust. His companion was an Excadrill, who thoroughly analyzed the hole in the ceiling, before glaring at you. Before you could answer, you hear another voice nearby, although with a bit of static noise. “Oh, wait a minute.” The man reached for his walky-talky, answering “Found one boy and two pokemon; fell from the upper main chamber. The Excadrill must have accidently caused th-”

    “Kill them” a man on the other side coldly said, terminating the conversation.

    The man sighed, putting away the device. “I’m sorry it has to be this way” he apologized, before turning to the drill pokemon. “Make sure it looks like an accident. A Rock Slide will do the trick.”

    What will you do?
    (Sorry about that, won't happen again.)

    "Well, maybe we'll have more luck here... this is a big chamber, maybe it'll have something in it."

    The room certainly looked ancient and undiscovered- aside from the pillars, they looked fairly recent- but a quick glance around the room's many warning signs told him otherwise. The symbols on the door were interesting, though... maybe having a bit of a gander wasn't such a bad idea.

    A few minutes of searching comes up with no results however- and, understandably, Daniel is getting bored. "I suppose I should have thought this through... What did I think, a chest of gold would just appear in front of me?" He let out a long sigh and motioned to leave, starting to walk out His pokemon shared that feeling of disappointed boredom- Zapz was looking kinda disappointed, and Terrance was slightly frowning earli-

    Wait.

    Where was Terrance?

    He looked around, and he saw his Turtwig was just sorta... standing there, in the chamber they had just been in, staring forward, no discernible expression on his face. Dan and Zapz walked back over to him. "Terrance? Little buddy? Everything OK?" The Grassy Turtle opens his mouth, and Dan expects a response- but instead Terrance fires a spray of Seeds like machine-gun Bullets at the ground. Dan steps back speedily to avoid getting his feet pelted. He stops, then starts again, and repeats the progress several times.

    Dan is concerned. "Easy there, buddy, you're gonna tire yourself out- oh my." He looks down at the seeds and figures out what Terrance was doing- warning him. The little pellets weren't just littered all over the floor- they were in the shape of some words.

    HELP ME

    Dan's expression turns from one of one worried confusion to one of shocked horror. "What the fu-aaaAAAAAAAH!" He never got to finish saying the profanity, as the very ground beneath him cracked, crumbled and finally collapsed in a noisy, dusty crash to the floor below.

    He had landed on his rear, and was coughing up a little dust, but the drop was short- no more than two, maybe two and a half meters- and he was unharmed. But what about his team?

    "Zapz? Terrance? You guys OK?"

    "Jolllt!"

    "Twig?"

    Dan let out a sigh of relief, they were safe- unharmed, even- and Terrance was back to normal. He got to his feet, brushing dust off of himself. "Thank the stars for that, then. Anyway..." He was cut off there- the dust was still settling, and though it he could see two figures. One tall- probably a person- and one short, which was likely a pokemon. The man was calling out; "Hey, is anybody there?"

    Dan squinted, and the two walked towards them, becoming clearer in the (now-settling) dust cloud. The tall figure was indeed a man, and the shorter figure a Pokemon- an Excadrill to be exact. Dan made a note to ask if he could get a scan later. Still, the pokemon itself looked rather like it would be against it- heck, he appeared to be against their very being here, obviously annoyed at the gaping hole in the ceiling.

    The man speaks again. "Are you alright?" Dan nods, and is about to speak when there is a burst of static and a voice can be heard. The man looks to his walkie-talkie, and with a quick "Oh, wait a minute-" he pulls it out and speaks into it.

    “Found one boy and two pokemon; fell from the upper main chamber. The Excadrill must have accidently caused th-” He was cut off there by a cold, sinister voice, saying just two words;

    "Kill them." The line went dead, and with a sigh, the man looked at Dan and his pokemon.

    "I'm sorry it has to be this way." Dan stepped back- he was actually going to do it? He had seemed so nice before... The man turned to his sharp-clawed partner. "Make sure it looks like an accident. A Rock Slide should do the trick."

    Dan looked around- there were a few sizeable rocks around that could put a very big dent in him. He quickly looked down to his pokemon, knowing that if he didn't think fast he'd be little more than a crushed carcass. "Terrance, throw up a Protect! We'll get it close so we're all safe! Then, use a Rock Slide of your own- see how that sharp-clawed little pest likes it himself! Meanwhile, Zapz, stop his trainer giving him ideas- fire a String Shot at the guy's mouth!"

    He stooped in close to his Turtwig, and his Joltik did the same- he crossed his fingers, praying that this would work.

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    The Lost Cities of Talas
    The Archaeology Zone

    Long since buried beneath the desert sands, the lost city of Sobek was discovered after a ferocious sandstorm uncovered part of an ancient abode. When archaeologists heard of the discovery they flocked from all over the world to examine the area, eventually unearthing several more vicinities in which the ruined remains of ancient civilisations have been laying undisturbed for thousands of years. Portions of the strange writings and hieroglyphs discovered in these lost cities have been translated, fuelling speculation that the entire island of Talas is somehow tied in with the heavens. Items, carvings, texts, as well as some rather unsettling discoveries and mysterious events have helped to cement these theories in the minds of some, while others dismiss them as fantasy. Each of the cities are believed to be connected to the others somehow, but there are still missing pieces of a much larger puzzle to be found, leading scholars to believe that there are more cities that have yet to be discovered. Talas has now become a popular archaeological site which attracts scientists, scholars, tourists, and trainers from across the globe.

    The Lost City of Axal
    Located at the very peak of a high mountain, the city of Axal was built on the outskirts of a large lake, its residents appearing to have been quite advanced for their time. Those who lived here worshipped the stars and appear to have been a peaceful, scientific race of people. Astronomers have discovered an extremely detailed set of parchments depicting maps of galaxies beyond those discovered by present day science, and are eager to learn more to further their own knowledge. The Axalian calendar has raised much curiosity, as well as concern, for even with today's massive amount of technology it is more accurate than any current day super computer. If the Axalian calendar is to be believed, then doomsday is approaching, for their calendar ends less than a year from today...

    Areas:
    Axal Field: Upon the northern edge of Lampas Lake is a field that was once used for cattle to graze upon, as well as to cultivate fruits and vegetables for those who lived here. Now there are many trees full of various fruits, apricorns, and berries, but the wild Pokémon who dwell here become pretty irate if you try to take any food for yourself. Better watch out if you're feel those hunger pains, because you might be in for more than you'd bargained for if you try to pick any of these fruits.
    Realizing that they had been lost for a while now, Marcelo and Broly kept going ahead hoping to reach some place where there might be some people who could tell where they were. After having walked for a long time, they came to a place which had an eerie feel to it. Marcelo looked at Broly, who also looked restless, his ears twitching every time he heard the smallest of sounds and he looked very alert about whatever was happening around.

    "You okay, Broly?" asked Marcelo looking at the restless pup. Broly nodded but then continued to act weird.

    As they made their way along the path with extreme alertness, they came into a field which looked like an orchard... an eerie one. The garden was full with fruits, apricorns, berries and would have been a very pleasing sight under perfectly normal circumstances. But there was something about it that made it look weird... and even after thinking about it a lot, Marcelo couldn't exactly figure out what.

    But then another thought struck his mind. As this field looked purposefully set up for a horticultural purpose, they thought maybe they would find someone inside the garden. With that hope, they went inside, ready for whatever was to come ahead of them...
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    Quote Originally Posted by enchantress View Post
    The Lost Cities of Talas
    The Archaeology Zone

    Long since buried beneath the desert sands, the lost city of Sobek was discovered after a ferocious sandstorm uncovered part of an ancient abode. When archaeologists heard of the discovery they flocked from all over the world to examine the area, eventually unearthing several more vicinities in which the ruined remains of ancient civilisations have been laying undisturbed for thousands of years. Portions of the strange writings and hieroglyphs discovered in these lost cities have been translated, fuelling speculation that the entire island of Talas is somehow tied in with the heavens. Items, carvings, texts, as well as some rather unsettling discoveries and mysterious events have helped to cement these theories in the minds of some, while others dismiss them as fantasy. Each of the cities are believed to be connected to the others somehow, but there are still missing pieces of a much larger puzzle to be found, leading scholars to believe that there are more cities that have yet to be discovered. Talas has now become a popular archaeological site which attracts scientists, scholars, tourists, and trainers from across the globe.

    The Lost City of Sobek
    The first of the lost cities to have been unearthed, Sobek is the most extensively examined of the five known ancient civilisations. Despite the fact it's surrounded by desert, a thick, healthy layer of the greenest of grass has grown since Sobek was first uncovered. The dig site is extensive, and even though it is believed this city was the main agricultural centre of Ancient Talas, some of its areas raise questions as to what kind of rituals the people who once dwelt here may have performed. Here you will find many places of interest such as the Pokémon Centre, Research Lab and tourist stalls, as well as several interesting excavation sites to explore.

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    Farity's Pond: A large freshwater pond in the centre of the city. How it has miraculously filled with water is still a mystery, some saying Farity herself has imbued it with life. A statue of the Goddess rises from its centre, a Feraligatr, Croconaw, and Totodile protectively surrounding their mistress. The fresh, cool water attracts many wild Pokémon, while people visiting or working in the area like to submerge themselves to cool off under the harsh, desert sun.
    A young boy trudges through the streets of the lost city as he wipes off some sweat off of his forehead. "Still hot as always... When I came here, I didn't expect it to be THIS hot"

    "Well what did you expect from a desert?" exclaimed telepathically by the Ralts.

    "Sorry! I was just looking for places to catch some Pokemon. The problems don't stop there though, we're running out of water as well. I knew I should have brought a bigger jug in a desert." replied the boy with an indifferent tone.

    The trainer decides to keep walking towards the site of the supposed, pond of a goddess. His faithful partner decides to catch up to its trainer.

    ...

    The sun is beating down the travelers. They look significantly tired and pale. Their movement starting to slow down as sweats run down their faces. Not a single wind blew, but every time it DID blow. It blew warm and dry air, only making people unaccustomed to the desert even more uncomfortable. The duo exchange glances as a mirage-like view appears.

    "Is that the pond I see?!" shouted the trainer. "Oh boy! We're so close to having a fun adventures, I can feel it! Come on! First one there is a rotten egg!"

    Tourists stare at the two as they reach the pond.

    "What are you guys looking at? I'm just having a nice conversation and game with my Pokemon, anything wrong with that?"

    The tourists looked away with that response. "He must be loco," whispered one of them.
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    Finally, here are some updates. Everyone who has posted on Talas is in my group. Now, remembering some of the rules, and stating a few others:

    • Please remember to reply with font size 1, in Dark Orange
    • Always keep a link to your FB profile in signature (and obviously, that means you need to show the signature), or in your post.
    • If you're on a battle, please bold your attacks to make it easier to read. I'm comfortable with 3 attacks per round.


    Now let's go.


    Rotom310 (note: your intro post was very good, except for a very small part - “he spotted a few other cars around”. You made sure no one was other luckily, but that bit is self-updating, since you yourself added elements to the scene. A very minor element, obviously, but just wanted to point it out ^-^)

    The ruins of the Sovereign Valley were certainly famous, many of its riches already on display on the Atlas Museum and several others, their exhibitions gathering hundreds and some even thousands of both experts and laymen. “Many of its riches”, you ask? Well, some speculate that there are still several hidden chambers in this vast maze of catacombs – and following the archaeologist tradition, the better hidden it is, the more valuable its contents. These were unfortunately very well hidden – no new discovery had been made in the last two years. Even the most modern technology could not pinpoint any new chamber, and fewer and fewer archaeologists were ‘wasting’ their time there. Were they wrong? Had they discovered everything there was to be found? Or were you the one who would discover something new, something exciting? Time would soon tell.

    Korvéo was the first to enter the catacombs, believing to have seen something shiny in there. You quickly follow suit, finding no one in the first chambers you visit, although there are signs of them being recently visited. The Murkrow seemed a tad disappointed, nothing shiny was in sight, that had probably been the sun reflection on a more polished stone or something. As you continue your tour, you couldn’t help but notice some interesting paintings in a small chamber, although in a worn-out state. Time goes by indeed. It appeared to depict a population, both human and pokemon (a well-restored Claydol made that clear), and pictograms of their houses surrounding a bigger building, the king’s palace most likely! Certainly beautiful, but much was to be done if they were to return to their former glory. “Krow!” you hear Korvéo, spotting a small golden coin on the floor nearby. As he flew forward to pick it up however, something spherical rapidly slammed into him, pushing him to the ground. The creature soon revealed itself to be a Sandshrew, the mouse pokemon glaring at you. Your presence was clearly unwanted. “Shrew!” you hear, turning around to find another mouse standing at the door, and it didn’t look like it was going to let you go either.

    What will you do?


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    Flame Mistress (note: this might be nitpicking, but although the description of the zone mentions that ‘terrifying screams of those long since departed can be heard echoing’, the way you mentioned that scream from out of nowhere sounds like self-updating, at least for me. Again, might be nitpicking, but nevertheless be careful about not adding elements to an environment, and you’ll be fine ^-^ )

    As you set foot into the Sun Temple, the rumors regarding eerie and frightening screams that echo throughout the maze of halls, terrifying whoever deems itself brave enough to hear them suddenly rush through your mind, you even thought you yourself had heard one of them seconds ago! That was probably the wind, you quickly think, discarding whatever evil force might or might not exist there. Gulping your fears, or at least trying to do so, you continue walking through the temple, slowly taking each step towards the top. Although a few more to go, you can easily see the old altar where supposedly many sacrifices had been made to the gods, and old stains of the departed’s blood could be unfortunately seen, making one wonder of what history revolved around it. The rest of the temple seemed particularly well restored, its white and imposing columns ‘paving’ the way to its center altar. However, rumor has it that no chemical whatsoever managed to clean away any of the blood spots on the altar – either that, or no one scrubbed it away efficiently.

    What catches your eye next was something you were not expecting to see - a small red (somewhat… viscous?) liquid, slowly oozing down each step. You follow the red trail with your eyes – it came from the altar… Decreasing your speed by half, you continue moving forward, your vision beginning to spot something on top of the altar. What – or who – was it?

    Once you saw it, you immediately moved your head away from it, covering your Vulpix’s eyes. Although you just looked for a second, the image was unfortunately clear in your head: there lied a girl whose blonde hair and white simple robe were stained red, her cold, blue eyes gazing at the infinite horizon. A darker hue surrounds a small rip on her clothes, right about the middle of her abdomen. Had she been…stabbed?

    “We have a guest!” you suddenly hear. Behind you stood a man with strangely ornamented robes, a mask on his head, heading towards you, quickly taking each step. Your disgusted look did not escape his eyes, and almost as if answering you, he said “Do not worry, for she did not suffer!” His fingers now running through her beautiful hair, he exclaims “She was but a small sacrifice to our God of Sun, the blazing Faros! It was a great honor!”

    “But now, we shall see if it was meaningful or not to our God!” Lifting his arms, he claimed to the skies “Come forth!” Above him, a solar-like object materialized, the Solrock’s eyes glowing an angry red. “Let this sacrifice grant us power! Power to strike down those who oppose you!” he shouts, before looking down upon you. “…But you’ll have to do for the time being. Solrock, let’s see if Faros was pleased with our sacrifice and granted us more power.”

    Pointing towards you, he orders “Eliminate these peasants.”

    What will you do?


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    King Ghidorah
    Quickly defending his trainer, your Krabby seemed ready to battle as well. The Buizel gives a quick glance at your pokemon, although it doesn’t seem to think highly of your starter friend. Surely, you would make him regret its rash judgment. Calling out to your crab pokemon, he quickly starts by shooting a rapid barrage of small Bubbles towards the otter pokemon, although they seemed to be more of an annoyance than an actual threat. Slightly bothered at his starting attack, he quickly moves towards his opponent, opening his right claw, aiming at the Buizel’s throat. It, however, wasn’t that easy to caught off-guard, as it Quickly dashes to the side, dodging your Krabby’s Vicegrip, and with the same speed, Attacks the crab from his left side, sending him gliding through the water surface, quite the impact.

    As your Krabby regains its composure, the Buizel smirks before letting out a menacing Growl, it was certainly a worthy opponent and Krabby should be more careful if he wants to be victorious. However, that wasn’t over. The otter dashes forward for just a small distance, firing away a small Sonicboom. Strangely enough, it wasn’t aimed at the crab pokemon, but at the water who stood in front of him, the impact of the small force creating a small wave who splashes over your pokemon. It seemed more of a warning than an actual attack, your opponent smirking at your battler. The Buizel took no damage whatsoever this time, showing off both its agility and attack strength. Your pokemon however, took some damage from the quick attack he had received, and the growl and sonicboom tidal-splash had been somewhat intimidating. It was still early though, and the tables could easily be turned.

    What will you do?


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    uhhhhh
    The man glares at you suspiciously while you point out the direction the Aipom group had followed. “Bloody monkeys” he snarls, finally catching his breath. “You seem to be telling the truth, so I’ll trust you. Useless trying to follow them now, they can bloody well hide and they’re probably far from here now as well.” His face still showing a reddish angry hue, before returning to his stand he warns you. “Take care of your belongings, the Market has been a playground for these Aipom for the last two weeks, and they’re been stealing both merchants and tourists. Random stuff, both valuable and worthless - pretty quick bunch too, no one’s been capable of catching them. Be careful, and please enjoy your visit.”

    He quickly blends into the crowd, disappearing between the stands and visitors. You continue your tour; hopefully it wouldn’t be disturbed by a theft, not a nice way to start your day at all. Unfortunately, it wasn’t long before you heard similar words to the ones you had heard only a few minutes earlier. “Return those immediately, lousy thieves!” You spot an angry woman pointing and yelling at the top of what was probably her tent, threatening the duo of dancing Aipom, their handsy tails juggling between them a few bottles of Potion they had probably taken from the healing-stand owner. That was a particularly amusing show, had it not been a theft. Gaspard on the other hand had been more careful, poking you to look at the stand that stood on the opposite side. While everyone was looking at the Aipom, you spot another characteristic round hand-tail behind the other tent, stealing some jewelry on the stand. Its owner wasn’t noticing however, its eyes focused on the juggling duo who provided a sort of entertainment while the third one appeared to be the real thief. Quite the scheme.

    What will you do?


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    GalaxyEyes (note: although it was better than what you had previously written, you still didn’t give me much to work with; I’ve taken the liberty of making your pokemon attack, so that this wouldn’t be a boring update (; )

    Both terrified at what you were seeing in front of you, you had little time to react to the cold order from your clone. As the other Gothita’s eyes begin glowing with a tainted red hue, you did what you could as quickly as possible – “Gothita, dodge!” you ordered. Your pokemon somehow manages to dodge the faint red beam, the clone a tad upset for missing its target. However, it wasn’t much of a problem for its ‘trainer’, as he repeated “Another Confusion”. Its eyes still glowing red, it quickly fired another confusing beam, and yet again your pokemon managed to dodge it. “CONFUSION!” the trainer yelled, now he was the one who was angry. Your Gothita however also seemed tired of doing nothing but dodge attacks, and decided to counter with her own Confusion. Her eyes glowing with a calming blue shade, her attack was faster than her opponent’s, and hit her clone.

    What happened next however was unexpected. Not only did the Gothita held its head in pain, but also its trainer, who moaned in pain. That was indeed curious, had your Gothita hit both of them? To make things weirder, your clones begin shaking strangely before dissipating into thin air, a startled Misdreavus taking their place instead. The ghost didn’t seem too pleased with the chain of events, glaring menacingly at you two.

    “Not bad.” She snarls. “Your Confusion was more powerful than I anticipated, and made me lose my focus and control of my illusion. But let’s see now how you deal with a proper ghost now. Oh, and…” Her body began glowing blue, and then it was your Gothita’s and your own. “Don’t think about leaving. My Mean Look is quite effective.” Looks like there is only one way out now.

    What will you do?


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    Trainer Andy
    Enjoying the company of your trusted Turtwig during a very long walk through the jungle, you decide to set up camp near the shores of the lake that surrounded Rapa’s Temple, which was itself shrouded in mystery. Few had had the guts to venture into its chambers, and those who did never managed to return – their bones however reached the shore quite easily, how lucky of them. Myths and horrors engulf the small island, and the inscription “Herein reside the Rapa; Death to those who enter” on the entrance of the temple certainly does not help searching for those brave enough who want to search for the truth. Nevertheless, you (still) decide to set up camp for the night in that dangerous zone – might be the last thing you decide, but perhaps you’ll be lucky to survive.

    And lucky you are indeed! A few small noises here and there throughout the night, those damn Hoothoots never do shut up. The sun shined brightly, illuminating the beautiful surroundings – if you didn’t know of those tales of horror, you could easily consider this as a vacation spot. You notice that you weren’t the only one there – a young couple, both wearing Indiana Jones’ wannabe’s clothes, both analyzed the island of Rapa with their binoculars.

    “Oh hello there!” The woman appears to notice you as well, waving happily. “I’m sorry, did we wake you up? I can be a tad loud before an adventure!”

    “Sorry ‘bout that!” the man replies, putting away his binoculars while she pat him gently. “The name’s Phil, and what my wife was probably going to say next is that we’re planning to go to that there island of Rapa. I doubt you set camp here just for the views, so if you want you can come with us, we can provide you a ride there!”

    What will you do?


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    CyberBlastoise
    Happy to see again your trusty Silver, you quickly pull out your pokedex to analyze the bulb pokemon who stood silently in front of you. “Hey there li’l Petilil” you greet the grass little trooper. “Are you lost?” Your answer was not given any answer – at all. The grass pokemon continued there, motionless, not even its eyes meeting yours. But that was just for a short time.

    “INITIATE BATTLE”

    Those words echoed through the infinite space, and almost like a reflex you return to your Blastoise’s side. Whose voice was that? Seemed somewhat robotic (and cliché’d as well), but no one else was there besides you three. You had more to worry however, as the small bulb pokemon appeared to return to life, quickly gathering a considerable amount of glowing energy between its three leafs. The Solarbeam seemed ready to be fired, until-

    “REVERSE MODE – ACTIVATED”

    The orb of energy quickly dissipated into thin air. While you two were still extremely confused, the bulb pokemon had its mind clear, and to shock you even further, it had fired – how could this be? – a Water Gun at your Blastoise! Silver managed to easily dodge it, but regardless of whatever the hell was happening, one thing appeared certain: this was a crazy-looking battle.

    What will you do?


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    Celebii 151
    You take your time to fully analyze the situation in front of you; having asked for a riddle to the mythological Sphinx, a Baltoy had emerged from the sand, seemingly protecting the entrance to its master’s chambers. “It is not what it looks like” you had heard, quickly assuming of a fake or impersonator creature that was mimicking the psychic pokemon’s appearance. Not entirely sure of your answer, you say “May this Baltoy be a Zorua or a Zoroark, utilizing its Illusion ability?” Indeed, it was a smart choice – the Zorua line was the only one with that ability, its transformation being merely an illusion, allowing Zorua and Zoroark to keep its type and moves. Biting your lower lip, you stand firm in your ground, waiting for the words you hoped you had not heard.

    “Incorrect”

    The resonating word takes its time to fade, almost as if to shame you further. The Baltoy did not seem pleased with your answer as well, its eyes now showing an angry blue. Engaging in a quick spin, you almost feel the urge to clean your eyes, as what was once a Baltoy, was now escorted by two other. The Double Team had made the situation slightly more threatening, as the three Baltoy continue their slow movement, starting to encircle you. As it had been postulated before – you answered incorrectly, you have to pay the consequences, and the Baltoy seemed eager to make you pay it.

    What will you do?


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    Poke_Hunter(no problem, after all you’re just starting; your reply was excellent, keep it up and you’ll do great ^-^)

    Quickly shouting out orders to both your pokemon, Terrance the Turtwig is the first to act, setting up a green spherical barrier around you to Protect yourselves from any harm. The timing was excellent, as the Excadrill had just hit the floor with his right iron claw with such force that most of the rocks created by ceiling’s collapse were projected towards. Fortunately, the Rock Slide was negated by Terrance’s protective dome, some of them ricocheting back to the chamber’s walls, while most just fell to the ground nearby.

    “Impressive” the man claimed, but that was the only word he said, as your Joltik seals his mouth shut with a strong String Shot he had quickly fired. The man tried to rip it out of his face, but it was to no use, and he could only watch Terrance mimicking the Excadrill’s previous move, firing forward another Slide of Rocks. The subterrene pokemon however was no ordinary foe, his claws suddenly glowing white, using his Metal Claws to easily crush whatever was thrown at him. Unfortunately for him, there were simply too many boulders to be crushed, a few of them actually hitting the mining pokemon, quickly shrugging off the hit.

    Both pokemon proving themselves to one another, the Excadrill was next to act, this time Slashing away the bug string that stopped his trainer from talking. “Cheers, Afiar” he thanked his pokemon, before returning to you. “You have good pokemon, no doubt, but give it a rest. My Excadrill is far more powerful than yours, and even in the remote case that I lose, you won’t manage to leave this place alive. You have terribly bad luck, and you’ve stumbled upon something you shouldn’t have seen.”

    With a sight, he continued. “Let’s go, boss’ orders. Hone your Claws, and Slash that bug. Hit the turtle next with a Drill Run . Be careful to not hit the walls, we can’t risk any more damage.”

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    takkupanda
    Finding yourself in the Axal Field, you observe the rich variety of fruits, apricorns and berries scattered through the garden, certainly those would make fine ingredients in the art of blocks and poffins making. However, your culinary thoughts are soon interrupted by a screaming “Help!” coming from deeper inside the field. Standing still from the scream, you try to figure out from where exactly came from, the many trees turning the field into a miniature maze. However, no need to walk any further; you suddenly see a small girl carrying a badly hurt Poochyena in her arms, before tripping in a nearby root and falling to the ground. Behind were was a menacing Pinsir, slightly bruised but nowhere near the state of the dark pup. None of them appeared to notice you however, all of them focused on the matter on hands.

    “Pooch, try a Sand Attack, please!” she screams in tears, quickly picking herself up while the bite pokemon tried his best to throw sand at the stagbeetle’s eyes. It was a semi-successful attack however – while he did blind the bug pokemon, the Pinsir angrily flailed its white-glowing arms, the Brick Break attack luckily hitting the Poochyena, slamming him into the nearest tree, Pooch collapsing from the super effective move. “Nooo!” she yelled, scooping her pokemon into her arms defensively. “Just stop it already! We already gave you back those Pecha Berries we took!” she cried, but that was to no avail, the Pinsir slowly moving towards her, its arm still glowing white.

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    pengyzu (note: that last part with the tourists, especially with one of the speaking, is considering self-updating (you added elements to the description of the area), which is frown upon here on FB; please be more careful in your future replies ^-^)

    You quickly reach Farity’s Pond, a place of unimaginable beauty – well, maybe not beauty per say, but more like usefulness, as your water reserves were near their end and every drop of water was more than welcome – especially if all those drops form a small pond. The statue of the ancient Goddess and her protectors standing majestically in the middle of the pond, it was certainly a tourist-gatherer, many of them taking pictures near it and some even refreshing themselves from the blazing sun in its cooling waters. What catches your sight however is a nearby pokemon battle between two lads, only clearly older than the other. On one side stood a Corphish, while on the other was a fairly beaten Lotad.

    “You just make this too easy Tod!” the Corphish trainer remarked, smirking at the other pokemon’s imminent defeat. “Shut up, Rod!” the small one yelled, visibly concerned. “Lotad, let’s give it our best! Try another Energy Ball!” The water weed pokemon struggled to gather his grass energies, but it was to no avail, as the crab pokemon quickly rushed towards it, slashing him with his Fury Cutter, which proved to be the final attack, Lotad collapsing on the floor. “And that’s a KO for us!” Rod exclaimed, congratulating his Corphish. “Well, you do recall our little bet, don’t you?” Rod asked.

    Tod’s eyes widened. “I never even agreed to that!” he quickly exclaimed, picking Lotad into his arms.

    Rod shook his head. “You know exactly how I do my battles. The loser has to give up his pokemon to the winner. So, give me your Lotad, now. He’ll be better off in my winning hands than in your weak arms.”

    “Oh c’mon Rod!” he yelled. “He’s my only pokemon, you know that!”

    Rod’s face became even more serious. “I don’t care about that. Give me your pokeball now, or my Corphish will gladly take it from you” The Corphish’s claw began glowing white, preparing to deal a Crabhammer if necessary to the little boy.

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    Flame Mistress

    As you set foot into the Sun Temple, the rumors regarding eerie and frightening screams that echo throughout the maze of halls, terrifying whoever deems itself brave enough to hear them suddenly rush through your mind, you even thought you yourself had heard one of them seconds ago! That was probably the wind, you quickly think, discarding whatever evil force might or might not exist there. Gulping your fears, or at least trying to do so, you continue walking through the temple, slowly taking each step towards the top. Although a few more to go, you can easily see the old altar where supposedly many sacrifices had been made to the gods, and old stains of the departed’s blood could be unfortunately seen, making one wonder of what history revolved around it. The rest of the temple seemed particularly well restored, its white and imposing columns ‘paving’ the way to its center altar. However, rumor has it that no chemical whatsoever managed to clean away any of the blood spots on the altar – either that, or no one scrubbed it away efficiently.

    What catches your eye next was something you were not expecting to see - a small red (somewhat… viscous?) liquid, slowly oozing down each step. You follow the red trail with your eyes – it came from the altar… Decreasing your speed by half, you continue moving forward, your vision beginning to spot something on top of the altar. What – or who – was it?

    Once you saw it, you immediately moved your head away from it, covering your Vulpix’s eyes. Although you just looked for a second, the image was unfortunately clear in your head: there lied a girl whose blonde hair and white simple robe were stained red, her cold, blue eyes gazing at the infinite horizon. A darker hue surrounds a small rip on her clothes, right about the middle of her abdomen. Had she been…stabbed?

    “We have a guest!” you suddenly hear. Behind you stood a man with strangely ornamented robes, a mask on his head, heading towards you, quickly taking each step. Your disgusted look did not escape his eyes, and almost as if answering you, he said “Do not worry, for she did not suffer!” His fingers now running through her beautiful hair, he exclaims “She was but a small sacrifice to our God of Sun, the blazing Faros! It was a great honor!”

    “But now, we shall see if it was meaningful or not to our God!” Lifting his arms, he claimed to the skies “Come forth!” Above him, a solar-like object materialized, the Solrock’s eyes glowing an angry red. “Let this sacrifice grant us power! Power to strike down those who oppose you!” he shouts, before looking down upon you. “…But you’ll have to do for the time being. Solrock, let’s see if Faros was pleased with our sacrifice and granted us more power.”

    Pointing towards you, he orders “Eliminate these peasants.”

    What will you do?


    Oh, sorry about that. And I say I should run like hell. But that's just me. ^^; Also, Charlotte can't move for the purpose of this post, but it's because she's paralysed with fear, not by some strange unseen force.

    What she saw on top of the altar was the polar opposite of what Charlotte had been expecting. After all, who would expect a bloody corpse, that of a girl with silky blonde hair and icy blue eyes with only a simple robe on, lifelessly staring into the sky she will never see again, right before their eyes?

    Her first instinct was to puke on the ground and empty as much of what little breakfast she had eaten as possible. However, even though her stomach was practically doing shaky somersaults, her breakfast refused to come up. She shut her eyes as quick as possible, and shielded Flare's eyes as well, trying to block the image out of her mind, but in vain - even though she had only caught a glimpse of the dead body, she could still vividly see the girl on the altar, the gaping hole in her abdomen still as dark as ever, her turquoise eyes still unmoving, and... oh. the blood. It was everywhere, just everywhere, and it was all too horrible for Charlotte to bear.

    "We have a guest!" A voice suddenly announced, and her eyes opened instinctively as she turned around on the spot. Standing in front of her was a strange-looking man dressed in ornamental robes and a mask on his head. She couldn't help but slightly flinch as the man took brisk steps towards her. However much she tried, she couldn't wipe the disgusted look off her face, and taking notice of it, he spoke again, almost answering her. “Do not worry, for she did not suffer!” He exclaimed, running his fingers through the girl's smooth, flawless hair in a way that almost managed to convince her breakfast to surface after all. “She was but a small sacrifice to our God of Sun, the blazing Faros! It was a great honor!”

    Honour? Charlotte thought, her feelings a mixture of anger towards the man, pity for the dead girl, and disgust of the whole situation. What she wanted to do right now was to run like hell from this place, but for some reason she found her legs stuck to the spot, unable to move, and moreover, rather intrigued. She knew that she well shouldn't be fascinated, but she couldn't help it; there was just this... something about the situation. “But now, we shall see if it was meaningful or not to our God!” The man continued, ignoring Charlotte's expression if there was one on her face. Lifting his arms, he called out to the skies, “Come forth!” Above him, a strange, sun-like, glowing Pokemon which Charlotte had never seen before appeared, its eyes glowing an angry red. “Let this sacrifice grant us power! Power to strike down those who oppose you!” The man shouted, before looking down upon Charlotte. “…But you’ll have to do for the time being. Solrock, let’s see if Faros was pleased with our sacrifice and granted us more power.”

    Pointing towards the now trembling Charlotte, he ordered in a haunting voice, "Eliminate those peasants."

    Only then did Charlotte really realise what was happening, and instinctively turned around to run, only to find herself paralysed with fear. The strange Pokemon was approaching her at a dangerous speed, and she knew that she didn't have time to do anything, for instance checking what species the Pokemon was with her Pokedex. Her only option was to attack. She hated to pit her beloved Flare against this monstrous beast, but she had no choice. "Flare, use Heat Wave, Roar if you can!" Charlotte quickly ordered. She had no idea what type the Pokemon was, though it looked like a Fire-Type; Heat Wave was Flare's strongest move, and using Roar was her only chance of getting time to escape. Behind her back, she crossed her fingers.

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    Flame Mistress No prob ^-^ and you could try to run away; I can’t guarantee you’d make it out of there though >=]

    Without any other reasonable option, you call out to your Vulpix to attack the masked man’s Solrock. The solar pokemon did not seem startled at all at your commands, continuing levitating above the one who had summoned it. Ordering her to use its most powerful move, the fox pokemon lets go of your arms, and as she reaches the floor, she takes a deep breath before exhaling a large round of condensed heated air towards her foe. As the Heat Wave headed forward, the solar pokemon calmly kept its place – a small flame appeared in front of it, quickly blasting forward a Flamethrower. Both fire attacks met each other, none seemingly having an advantage over each other, being a matter of time before completely negating themselves.

    “Oh my!” the masked murdered exclaimed. “Such a majestic dance of flames we had there! Faros would be most pleased at this fiery show, and at your pokemon as well, young traveler! Had we met under other circumstances, we would have invited you to rejoice under the grace of-
    His devoted speech was interrupted by a sudden Roar, your Vulpix’s threatening voice echoing through the empty temple. It threatened none unfortunately.

    “The rudeness! The nerve!” he appeared appalled at your move. “You dare interrupt me with such noise?” His devotee’d voice suddenly turned cold, similarly to the time he had ordered your elimination. “Solrock, show them some discipline.”

    The solar pokemon’s eyes glow again in the same hue of the girl’s oozing blood, apparently unaffected by Flare’s previous roar. Again, a feeble flame appeared in front of it, quickly turning into another straight jet of flames, the Flamethrower hitting your Vulpix spot on. Even considering Flare was a fire pokemon, the attack did considerable damage, as the small fox got back to her feet while letting out a small groan of pain. This was no ordinary foe indeed.

    “Splendid!” he yelled again. “Let us continue! Increase your speed with a Rock Polish, and follow with a Rock Throw! But be careful, let us not do any damage to Faros’ Temple!” The solar pokemon did not exactly reply, but was certainly ready to do its master’s bidding.

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    You quickly reach Farity’s Pond, a place of unimaginable beauty – well, maybe not beauty per say, but more like usefulness, as your water reserves were near their end and every drop of water was more than welcome – especially if all those drops form a small pond. The statue of the ancient Goddess and her protectors standing majestically in the middle of the pond, it was certainly a tourist-gatherer, many of them taking pictures near it and some even refreshing themselves from the blazing sun in its cooling waters. What catches your sight however is a nearby pokemon battle between two lads, only clearly older than the other. On one side stood a Corphish, while on the other was a fairly beaten Lotad.

    “You just make this too easy Tod!” the Corphish trainer remarked, smirking at the other pokemon’s imminent defeat. “Shut up, Rod!” the small one yelled, visibly concerned. “Lotad, let’s give it our best! Try another Energy Ball!” The water weed pokemon struggled to gather his grass energies, but it was to no avail, as the crab pokemon quickly rushed towards it, slashing him with his Fury Cutter, which proved to be the final attack, Lotad collapsing on the floor. “And that’s a KO for us!” Rod exclaimed, congratulating his Corphish. “Well, you do recall our little bet, don’t you?” Rod asked.

    Tod’s eyes widened. “I never even agreed to that!” he quickly exclaimed, picking Lotad into his arms.

    Rod shook his head. “You know exactly how I do my battles. The loser has to give up his pokemon to the winner. So, give me your Lotad, now. He’ll be better off in my winning hands than in your weak arms.”

    “Oh c’mon Rod!” he yelled. “He’s my only pokemon, you know that!”

    Rod’s face became even more serious. “I don’t care about that. Give me your pokeball now, or my Corphish will gladly take it from you” The Corphish’s claw began glowing white, preparing to deal a Crabhammer if necessary to the little boy.

    What will you do?

    The two reach Farity Pond and marvel at the sight. It wasn't the statue that made them awe though, it was the nice and refreshing looking waters. They involuntarily walk towards the pond; but as they made their way to the pond, something else caught their eye, a battle raging on between two lads, one that is clearly older than the other one. There's a Corphish and a Lotad in the battle, with the Lotad looking severely beaten. Rey panics as he doesn't know what to do! It looks like the Lotad is in terrible danger. Rey walks closer to the battle to see what's happening.

    "Hey Ralts!"

    "I have a name you know."

    "Oh sorry! Hey Kara! Don't you think that this battle is so exciting?"

    "Not really. All I see is a one-sided match."

    "I guess you're right... Wait... What's happening here?!"

    The crab makes its way toward the weakened Lotad with his claws glowing white and deals the final blow. Lotad is now unconscious as his trainer rushes over to him.

    "Another KO for us! Do you remember our little bet, Tod?"

    "I never agreed to that!" quickly exclaimed Tod as he picks up his Lotad.

    "You know exactly how I do my battles, the loser has to give up his pokemon to the winner. So give me the stupid Lotad now! He'll be better of with me winning than in your weak and incapable hands!"

    ("What the heck! This boy! That rule! Team Whatever much! Why is he even forcing the boy! Gah!" Rey lets loose a scream in his mind. "Calm down. Your negativity pains me" says Kara.)

    "Oh c'mon Rod!" he yelled. "He's my only Pokemon, you know that!"

    "I don't care about that. Give me his Pokeball now, or my Corphish would gladly take it away from you"

    Rey began to lose it. His temper couldn't handle it anymore. The demeanor of this boy makes his blood boil. Kara comes closer to Rey to try and snap him put of his anger spell.

    "Stop it! Stop forcing him to give his Pokemon! Pokemon battles are about having fun! This ISN'T fun! You shouldn't even be bullying a kid! You have ruined your Pokemon with sick and twisted ways. Now step away from that little boy and recall that bad egg of yours or else " he exclaims as a tear swells up.

    Rey uses his link with Kara to give some orders. "The precious water can wait for now. Kara, attack Corphish with Thunderpunch if he tries to attack. Twice if you have to. I'll go over to Tod. Please hold on."

    He dashes his way to Tod's side. "You're safe now. Hopefully... I'll do my best to protect you and your Pokemon. Also... nice match you had there but you shouldn't go around willy-nilly with little experience." He smiles at the boy, trying to give him a sense of reassurance.

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    The Southern Pyramid: A large pyramid located in one of the most hot and barren parts of the land, and seemingly dedicated to the God of Fire. Only a single corridor appears accessible, as it seems a task needs to be performed in order to enter the vast network of halls and chambers within.

    Charm feebly walked through the vast desert, aided by a walking stick. Sweating through his cheap desert robe, Charm glanced to the side to see how his partner was doing. The Combusken was happily marching along side his master, not minding the intense sun at all. Oh the joys of being a fire type Pokemon, Charm thought to himself as he drank some water out of his bottle. He took a quick stop to take a look at his map. Apollo proceeded to look skyward and bask in the warm sun while his trainer was busy with his map.

    "Okay, so The Southern Pyramid shouldn't be that much farther from here," Charm looked around to see any sign of a large pyramid. To no avail, Charm contemplated whether they were lost or didn't travel enough yet.

    "Well... let's keep going forward and see where we get," Charm called out. Apollo nodded and the duo continued walking through the sands.

    After about another two hours of harsh desert traveling, Charm wiped a sweat off his brow to see a huge pyramid in front of him. His tired look quickly became full of excitement and joy.

    "We're finally here!" he cheered as the flame chicken jumped up and chirped with joy. "Come on Apollo, let's go pay our respects to the God of Fire," he said to Apollo. The Combuken nodded as the two walked to the corridor, only to find that it's closed off.

    "What the hell? How do we get in this place?" Charm asked but Apollo only tilted his head in confusion. They both began looking around for answers, the scent of adventure fueling their eagerness.
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    The man glares at you suspiciously while you point out the direction the Aipom group had followed. “Bloody monkeys” he snarls, finally catching his breath. “You seem to be telling the truth, so I’ll trust you. Useless trying to follow them now, they can bloody well hide and they’re probably far from here now as well.” His face still showing a reddish angry hue, before returning to his stand he warns you. “Take care of your belongings, the Market has been a playground for these Aipom for the last two weeks, and they’re been stealing both merchants and tourists. Random stuff, both valuable and worthless - pretty quick bunch too, no one’s been capable of catching them. Be careful, and please enjoy your visit.”

    He quickly blends into the crowd, disappearing between the stands and visitors. You continue your tour; hopefully it wouldn’t be disturbed by a theft, not a nice way to start your day at all. Unfortunately, it wasn’t long before you heard similar words to the ones you had heard only a few minutes earlier. “Return those immediately, lousy thieves!” You spot an angry woman pointing and yelling at the top of what was probably her tent, threatening the duo of dancing Aipom, their handsy tails juggling between them a few bottles of Potion they had probably taken from the healing-stand owner. That was a particularly amusing show, had it not been a theft. Gaspard on the other hand had been more careful, poking you to look at the stand that stood on the opposite side. While everyone was looking at the Aipom, you spot another characteristic round hand-tail behind the other tent, stealing some jewelry on the stand. Its owner wasn’t noticing however, its eyes focused on the juggling duo who provided a sort of entertainment while the third one appeared to be the real thief. Quite the scheme.

    What will you do?

    Connor gulped while looking at the man in front of him. He was nervous that the man may be unreasonable and mistake him and Gaspard as thieves and he didn't want a fight to happen because of this. “Bloody monkeys” he snarls as he finally caught his breath. Connor has sweat running around his face, probably both due to the heat and how nervous he was now. “You seem to be telling the truth, so I’ll trust you," Connor and Gaspard inwardly did a breath of relief, "Useless trying to follow them now, they can bloody well hide and they’re probably far from here now as well.”

    "Well that's too bad sir," Connor had finally managed to speak. Gaspard shared his sentiments with his trainer as well, "Ai-ai," The man's face was still showing a reddish angry hue, before returning to his stand. He then warned the photographer, “Take care of your belongings, the Market has been a playground for these Aipom for the last two weeks, and they’re been stealing both merchants and tourists," Connor subconsciously grabbed the bag on his side where his camera was placed when he heard that, "Random stuff, both valuable and worthless - pretty quick bunch too, no one’s been capable of catching them. Be careful, and please enjoy your visit." Connor replied to the man, "Thanks for the tip sir, I'll be careful." The man quickly blened in to the crowd until Connor and Gaspard could no longer see him.

    "Man, the situation here in the Market's pretty bad isn't it Gaspard?" he said to his partner who nodded and replied, "Aipopom." As the duo wandered further into the Market, Connor said to Gaspard, "Ok Gaspard, stay close to me all right? I don't really want you to be branded as a thief, especially with the other Aipom on the loose. We dodged a bullet that time, so you it's not going to be very pretty if you were mistaken as one of them again," it was then that Connor heard someone shout:

    “Return those immediately, lousy thieves!” screamed a woman who was threatening two dancing Aipoms who were juggling some potions that they probably had stolen from her. "Oh man not again... on second thought Gaspard I think you should return to your ba-"It was then that Gaspard poked him and pointed at something else, "Huh? What is it?" It was then that Connor's eyes widened as he saw a round-handed tail, most likely another Aipom, stealing some jewelry on the stand.

    "Now I see... those two were acting as distractions while another Aipom actually steals something else. They weren't after the potions, they were after the jewelries," Connor had thought, "You know, I wouldn't be surprised if they were actually owned and trained by someone you know? This is a bit too elaborate for them to be doing on their own," while Connor was busy thinking, Gaspard wanted to help stop the thieves, "I understand that you want to stop them Gaspard, but this way too risky for you to do! For one, people may mistake you for one of them and I'm not risking that again. I'm gonna have to return you to your pokeball. Please understand," while Gaspard frowned at his trainer's decision, he complied and returned back into his ball.

    Connor then took out another ball, the one he had just recently gotten from the Adoption Center, "Now then... I think it's time for you come out, Foster!" Connor said as he sent out the Shuppet. "All right Foster, we don't have much time. I want you Knock Off the jewelry from that Aipom over there, think you can do that?" Foster nodded, "Shupp-shupp!" as Foster started to act, Connor had shouted as he was pointing at the other Aipom's direction, "You're being distracted by those two! Another one of those Aipom wants to steal your jewelries over there!"
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    Finding yourself in the Axal Field, you observe the rich variety of fruits, apricorns and berries scattered through the garden, certainly those would make fine ingredients in the art of blocks and poffins making. However, your culinary thoughts are soon interrupted by a screaming “Help!” coming from deeper inside the field. Standing still from the scream, you try to figure out from where exactly came from, the many trees turning the field into a miniature maze. However, no need to walk any further; you suddenly see a small girl carrying a badly hurt Poochyena in her arms, before tripping in a nearby root and falling to the ground. Behind were was a menacing Pinsir, slightly bruised but nowhere near the state of the dark pup. None of them appeared to notice you however, all of them focused on the matter on hands.

    “Pooch, try a Sand Attack, please!” she screams in tears, quickly picking herself up while the bite pokemon tried his best to throw sand at the stagbeetle’s eyes. It was a semi-successful attack however – while he did blind the bug pokemon, the Pinsir angrily flailed its white-glowing arms, the Brick Break attack luckily hitting the Poochyena, slamming him into the nearest tree, Pooch collapsing from the super effective move. “Nooo!” she yelled, scooping her pokemon into her arms defensively. “Just stop it already! We already gave you back those Pecha Berries we took!” she cried, but that was to no avail, the Pinsir slowly moving towards her, its arm still glowing white.

    What will you do?
    As Marcelo and Broly walked through the creepy garden looking for a trace of life, they heard a scream for help from somewhere not far, but the voice echoed from the trees in the garden making it difficult for them to figure out where it came from.

    "Broly, you heard that? Do you know where it came from?" whispered Marcelo. But before Broly could respond, a small girl appeared from behind a tree. She was carrying an injured Poochyena in her hand and appeared to be running away from something before she tripped in a root and fell on the ground. As she watched in horror, an angry Pinsir that was chasing her appeared from behind the tree. Marcelo and Broly quickly hid behind a tree while Marcelo opened up his Pokedex and pointed it towards the Pinsir.

    The Pokedex started in a crackling voice: "Pinsir, the Stag Beetle Pokemon. It grips prey with its pincers until the prey is torn in half. What it can't tear, it tosses far."

    As if it's looks weren't scary enough, the description sent a shiver down Marcelo's spine. The girl called out for help from the already injured and weak Poochyena which tried to blind the stagbeetle by using a Sand-Attack. But it didn't help, as the blinded Pinsir angrily flailed its glowing arms around, hitting the Poochyena with a mighty Brick Break and knocking it out beyond all doubt. As the Poochyena fell on the ground, the girl took the Poochyena back in her arms and begged the Pinsir to leave them alone, for they had returned the Pecha Berries they must have mistakenly taken. But the Pinsir kept moving towards her in blind rage, showing no mercy.

    Marcelo knew she had to be helped. But the Pinsir was too strong. But seeing how bravely the tiny Poochyena stood up in front of the Pinsir, Marcelo realised that he had to at least try. Marcelo and Broly scurried to the scene, ready for battle; Broly stood in front of Marcelo glaring into the Pinsir's eyes. "Leave her alone! She meant no harm!", said Marcelo assertively. "Broly, Roar to scare him out of his rage! If he still wants to battle, use Ember! Try another Ember if you need!", Marcelo ordered Broly while he tried to help the little girl back to her feet, "Are you okay, Miss? Everything will be fine now... What happened out there? Why is it attacking you?", he asked.
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    Enjoying the company of your trusted Turtwig during a very long walk through the jungle, you decide to set up camp near the shores of the lake that surrounded Rapa’s Temple, which was itself shrouded in mystery. Few had had the guts to venture into its chambers, and those who did never managed to return – their bones however reached the shore quite easily, how lucky of them. Myths and horrors engulf the small island, and the inscription “Herein reside the Rapa; Death to those who enter” on the entrance of the temple certainly does not help searching for those brave enough who want to search for the truth. Nevertheless, you (still) decide to set up camp for the night in that dangerous zone – might be the last thing you decide, but perhaps you’ll be lucky to survive.

    And lucky you are indeed! A few small noises here and there throughout the night, those damn Hoothoots never do shut up. The sun shined brightly, illuminating the beautiful surroundings – if you didn’t know of those tales of horror, you could easily consider this as a vacation spot. You notice that you weren’t the only one there – a young couple, both wearing Indiana Jones’ wannabe’s clothes, both analyzed the island of Rapa with their binoculars.

    “Oh hello there!” The woman appears to notice you as well, waving happily. “I’m sorry, did we wake you up? I can be a tad loud before an adventure!”

    “Sorry ‘bout that!” the man replies, putting away his binoculars while she pat him gently. “The name’s Phil, and what my wife was probably going to say next is that we’re planning to go to that there island of Rapa. I doubt you set camp here just for the views, so if you want you can come with us, we can provide you a ride there!”

    What will you do?


    Andy regarded the two for a moment, waiting for the last few threads of sleep to disentangle from his brain so he could formulate a response.

    Looking across to the island, he certainly was interested in exploring it and the structure in its centre, despite the foreboding feeling that seemed to emanate from it.
    Looking back at the couple Andy began the think again. The man, Phil, and the woman, who he didn't remember introducing herself, certainly seemed the part of explorers, although just looking at them didn't give away whether they were experienced in this particular area or just amateur adventurers. The thought made him think back to his youth, crawling through tall grass and digging in the dirt to find "treasure" (which usually only ended up being discarded bottle caps or empty Potion bottles).

    "I'm very interested," He said finally, these memories reigniting his curious, adventurous side. He still attempted to scrutinize the pair as he spoke. "And the place certainly doesn't seem like somewhere to be exploring alone." Andy reasoned, casting a quick glance to the bones littering the area. He shuddered quietly and returned his gaze to the pair.

    "Sure, as long as i'm not getting in the way or anything, i'd love to come with you." He stood up slowly, and extended a hand to Phil. "I'm Andy, by the way, nice to meet you both."

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    gmoyes (note: in your replies you can not control your environment, as it is considered self-updating; although the description of the lab says "Occasionally one of the professors may have a job opening", indeed there are probably people in there, but you can't describe it as "busy people" rushing from one place to another; please be more careful about this in the future ^-^)

    Repeatedly scolding yourself for not bringing some bottles of water for this heated journey, you eventually reach the Research Lab, the mechanical doors quickly sliding open, the cooler temperatures welcoming you to the science institute. A little bit shy, you don’t really know what you should do there, as several scientists rush from one place to another, such a hectic place!
    “Hello there!” You’re suddenly greeted by the young lady at the welcome stand. “Are you a trainer?” she asks, receiving a nod from you. “Well, then, might I interest you in our free tour today? Should you accept, please just wait in that room, and you’ll get your tour in a few minutes” As she handed you a small pamphlet, she pointed to a dark red door on the opposite side, that was the waiting room.

    SPECIAL OFFER!
    Just for today, the Research Lab will fully open its doors to public, organizing one tour around this institution. Completely free of charge, this is your only chance to see what happens behind the curtain, including recent researches, a fossil exhibition, as well as some other secrets that you’ll find intriguing in the least.

    We hope you enjoy!

    As you finish reading the pamphlet, your mind started to work excitingly. You couldn’t have been luckier! Just for today, and without any special favour, you could get a free tour around the research facilities. Why not, you ask yourself, as you gladly come into a small chamber, although not empty – indeed, many were gathered, your eyes spotting scientists and trainers alike. Interrupting your thoughts, everyone spots a woman, about 1.65 meters tall, her long black hair curled on her white medical-looking coat, pushing the doors away, walking with a steady pace. “Good morning, everyone!” she says, observing her crowd. “I’m Dr. Foster, one of this laboratory’s archaeologists, and I shall be your tour guide for today.” Her beautiful blue eyes gathering everyone’s attention, she continues. “I know you all must be very excited with what is going to happen. This is a very rare event, and it probably won’t happen in near future, so I hope you enjoy it as much as possible. Since you seem to be ecstatic, I won’t delay the visit anymore. Shall we?”

    Turning around, she disappears as she exits the room and passes through another set of doors, and all the visitors, you included, quickly rush in to enter it, some of them acting very competitively and pushing each other away, as to enter the Research Lab first. As all of you enter, you walk down the corridor, following Dr. Foster. In the wall, several photographs were hanged, and in your quick pace you read one’s description “Dr. Kamus and the Archen”, a man who appeared to be in his late 50s pointing to a group of fossils.

    “Before I show you history, I must tell you this lab’s history. This Research Lab was founded on 1990 by Dr. Kamus Mespira, a renowned archaeologist who practically lived on this desert, digging every squared meter of sand there was. Years before, he was mocked by his colleagues, as his instinct was certain that there were fossils in a place that no man considered archaeologically valuable. Indeed, he dug, and dug, but found nothing. However, one day he met Dr. Ethos Tomus, the founder of the Paleontological Center of the Sunny Dryland, set in the continent of Fizzytopia, and top archaeological institute in the world at that time – and still today! Dr. Tomus gave him his help, and more importantly, his trust, believing there was certainly something in that spot, something big. And indeed, they were right – in 1988, Dr. Kamus discovered fossils of a large community of never-before-seen pokemon fossils, afterwards baptized as Archen. Quite the instinct he had there! After his discovery, he built this Research Lab, affiliated with the ‘Bones Center’ of Fizzytopia, becoming one of the most talked archaeological centers of this continent!” She states. You start to feel an increase in temperature, and in the far end of this historical tunnel, the light shined upon them, a window separating you from the exterior.

    As you get closer to it, you realize that the window is quite long, stretching for about 8 meters to the right. However, you see the windows entrapping that location, forming a square around it. Looking down, you see some archaeologists digging and cleaning some rocks, while three Nidoqueen fire a Blizzard at them, which combined with the intense heat, would create a gentle cooling breeze. “And this is the Crypt, another nickname given by our workers, since they’re in a lower level than ours. If it weren’t for those Nidoqueen, our scientists would probably be dead by now, as the temperatures are extremely elevated. We created a, well you can call it a sub-station, here, as we presume this was the location of a large pokemon community, a fact that justifies the findings of several fossils. Moreover, we presume we are looking at the biggest Lileep fossil ever encountered. But let’s continue our tour, there’s much more to it.”

    Turning to her right, she continues walking, and the group follows her, some of them still observing the “Crypt”. “Now you’ll look at our fossil exposition. With high technology, we managed to create faithful replica of the fossilized pokemons.” She states, and as gets near the door, you realize it’s mechanical, as it slides open to her. As you enter it, the hall was greatly large; a community of Snorlax could easily sleep there, and there would be plenty of room left. “I’ll give you some time now to observe the fossils.” Dr.Fosters says, before exiting the room. You start looking around, staring at the fossils. In top of them stood a picture of their appearance, as well as characteristics and other details.

    However, you suddenly hear a loud scream, followed by a threatening roar. As you turn around, a large pokemon rushed through the room, the visitors running for their lives. The dinosaur creature, much similar to the ancient Tyrannossaurus, appeared from thin air, as there was no sign of forced entrance in the wall. The Rampardos notices you, and quickly changes his trajectory, rushing towards you.

    What will you do?

    (sorry, this is the third time writing it up and I sort of lost focus after I lost two almost done replies)

    Alex grinned and nodded in thanks to the lady and browsed through the brochure. He couldn't believe his luck, the day he entered the lab there was a tour going on. As he entered through the door though, he was slightly disheartened at all the other people that shared his luck. Figures, he gets lucky but that luck had some down sides. This was why he hated thing like gambling. Though the crowd was a well mix group of trainers and scientists with himself being both. He figured it could have been worse. He waited patiently off to the side with his two steel types looking forward to what he might discover.

    Then a female scientist entered trough a door on the other side of the room and introduced herself a Dr. Foster and that she would be the group's tour guide. Alex caught himself staring at the woman and quickly looked off to the side with heat rising in his cheeks. He mentally told himself to focus and to listen. She could have had some important information, though it was hard to hear with a couple of the trainers in the group were goofing off and fooling around. He kept his distance away from them and followed the group out the door.

    The group ended up in a hallway adorned with various photographs of operations the people here must have done, including one of a man examining a bunch of fossils and the caption identified them as a Dr. Kamus and Archen. The group paused while thier guide explained who Dr. Kamus was and that after a long time of searching, discovered fossils of the pokemon Archen and founded this research center. Alex was amazed at all the work the man had done. He always figured the ancient bird pokemon was native to Unova, though maybe it had something to do with the fact that in both places the pokemon fossils were found in the desert. The doctor sure had ambition, something that a lot of scientist have but in a very narrow field. For Alex himself, it was battling and non-biological pokemon.

    The group continued down the hallway to a window overlooking some workers chipping away at rock while a couple of Nidoqueen stood nearby releasing a Blizzard to cool things down. Dr. Foster refered to it as 'The Crypt', a rather creepy name but it sort of fit. Alex briefly wondered why they were using the poison types when an ice or water would be more efficient, but then remembered that in the dry heat of the desert they wouldn't last long. The Nidoqueen however, were used to the climate. He was glad that he wasn't in there, and though it would be exciting to make a great discovery, he doubted he could handle the heavy lifting or the conditions.

    Finally the group came to a large hall filled with a bunch of displays of fossils. Their guide let them have free reign of the room and stepped outside. Alex immediatly went over to the nearest display case which held a translucent orange egg-like thing. The plaque sitting beside it indentified it as an old ember, and that a pokemon called Aerodactyl could be revived from them. A picture was provided of the fossil pokemon and he shuddered as he looked at it. He didn't know why, but he had a bad feeling about the ancient preditor. Maybe it was just the fangs and claws, but he felt uncomfortable about it. Suddenly a huge roar rang throughout the room. Whipping around he spotting a bunch of people scrambling to get away from a large grey and blue pokemon. Alex identified it as a huge, pissed off and probably powerful Rampardos.

    The rock type turned toward him and lowered its head. Alex swore and stumbled backwards. He was glad that Magnemite and Bronzor were out of their pokeballs, by the time he pulled them out and released them, he would already be dead. "Magnemite, Metal Sound! Make it lose focus. Bronzor, follow that up with a Hypnosis. If for some reason it doesn't work, keep your distance and hit it with Thundershock and Confusion." His partners bobed a nod and the magnet pokemon rubbed its magnets together creating a harsh screech while Alex tried to crawl backwards, trying to find shelter.
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    Flame Mistress No prob ^-^ and you could try to run away; I can’t guarantee you’d make it out of there though >=]

    Without any other reasonable option, you call out to your Vulpix to attack the masked man’s Solrock. The solar pokemon did not seem startled at all at your commands, continuing levitating above the one who had summoned it. Ordering her to use its most powerful move, the fox pokemon lets go of your arms, and as she reaches the floor, she takes a deep breath before exhaling a large round of condensed heated air towards her foe. As the Heat Wave headed forward, the solar pokemon calmly kept its place – a small flame appeared in front of it, quickly blasting forward a Flamethrower. Both fire attacks met each other, none seemingly having an advantage over each other, being a matter of time before completely negating themselves.

    “Oh my!” the masked murdered exclaimed. “Such a majestic dance of flames we had there! Faros would be most pleased at this fiery show, and at your pokemon as well, young traveler! Had we met under other circumstances, we would have invited you to rejoice under the grace of-
    His devoted speech was interrupted by a sudden Roar, your Vulpix’s threatening voice echoing through the empty temple. It threatened none unfortunately.

    “The rudeness! The nerve!” he appeared appalled at your move. “You dare interrupt me with such noise?” His devotee’d voice suddenly turned cold, similarly to the time he had ordered your elimination. “Solrock, show them some discipline.”

    The solar pokemon’s eyes glow again in the same hue of the girl’s oozing blood, apparently unaffected by Flare’s previous roar. Again, a feeble flame appeared in front of it, quickly turning into another straight jet of flames, the Flamethrower hitting your Vulpix spot on. Even considering Flare was a fire pokemon, the attack did considerable damage, as the small fox got back to her feet while letting out a small groan of pain. This was no ordinary foe indeed.

    “Splendid!” he yelled again. “Let us continue! Increase your speed with a Rock Polish, and follow with a Rock Throw! But be careful, let us not do any damage to Faros’ Temple!” The solar pokemon did not exactly reply, but was certainly ready to do its master’s bidding.

    What will you do?
    Charlotte looked on in dismay as Flare's Heat Wave was negated by the strange Pokemon's Flamethrower (confirming her suspicions of it being a Fire-Type in the process). “Oh my!” the masked lunatic exclaimed in the heat of the battle, making Charlotte look at him with disgust. “Such a majestic dance of flames we had there! Faros would be most pleased at this fiery show, and at your pokemon as well, young traveler! Had we met under other circumstances, we would have invited you to rejoice under the grace of-" He was then interrupted by Flare's Roar, which unfortunately did nothing to the sun-like object, and cried out, appalled; “The rudeness! The nerve! You dare interrupt me with such noise?” His voice suddenly turned cold and icy, sending chills up Charlotte's spine. “Solrock, show them some discipline.”

    So the Pokemon was called Solrock. Charlotte didn't remember hearing its name anywhere else, but tried to remember where she had seen it. The only thing she could remember was the sun, however. “Splendid!” he yelled again, snapping Charlotte out of her trance. “Let us continue! Increase your speed with a Rock Polish, and follow with a Rock Throw! But be careful, let us not do any damage to Faros’ Temple!” The Solrock didn't respond, but certainly looked like it was going to attack them for real.

    A flurry of thoughts was going through Charlotte's head. What she did realise was that Solrocks weren't Fire-Types at all, but instead Rock-Types; it was even in their names, and she hadn't realised that. But what really mattered was the fact that Flare was at a huge disadvantage, and that she probably wouldn't stand a chance. She tried to find anything that she could use to deflect the Solrock's attacks, but her attempt was futile as she found virtually nothing that seemed to be able to do the job. Exasperated, she decided to go for the only safe option left.

    She ran like hell down the stairs.

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    Quote Originally Posted by John's Knight View Post
    Finally, here are some updates. Everyone who has posted on Talas is in my group. Now, remembering some of the rules, and stating a few others:

    • Please remember to reply with font size 1, in Dark Orange
    • Always keep a link to your FB profile in signature (and obviously, that means you need to show the signature), or in your post.
    • If you're on a battle, please bold your attacks to make it easier to read. I'm comfortable with 3 attacks per round.


    Now let's go.




    King Ghidorah
    Quickly defending his trainer, your Krabby seemed ready to battle as well. The Buizel gives a quick glance at your pokemon, although it doesn’t seem to think highly of your starter friend. Surely, you would make him regret its rash judgment. Calling out to your crab pokemon, he quickly starts by shooting a rapid barrage of small Bubbles towards the otter pokemon, although they seemed to be more of an annoyance than an actual threat. Slightly bothered at his starting attack, he quickly moves towards his opponent, opening his right claw, aiming at the Buizel’s throat. It, however, wasn’t that easy to caught off-guard, as it Quickly dashes to the side, dodging your Krabby’s Vicegrip, and with the same speed, Attacks the crab from his left side, sending him gliding through the water surface, quite the impact.

    As your Krabby regains its composure, the Buizel smirks before letting out a menacing Growl, it was certainly a worthy opponent and Krabby should be more careful if he wants to be victorious. However, that wasn’t over. The otter dashes forward for just a small distance, firing away a small Sonicboom. Strangely enough, it wasn’t aimed at the crab pokemon, but at the water who stood in front of him, the impact of the small force creating a small wave who splashes over your pokemon. It seemed more of a warning than an actual attack, your opponent smirking at your battler. The Buizel took no damage whatsoever this time, showing off both its agility and attack strength. Your pokemon however, took some damage from the quick attack he had received, and the growl and sonicboom tidal-splash had been somewhat intimidating. It was still early though, and the tables could easily be turned.

    What will you do?





    Krabby looks a bit dazed and shaken up. The Buizel's rapid fire attacks and evasiveness appear to be posing a much more formidable threat than originally assumed. However, Hugo was sure Krabby was capable of taking Buizel on. The Buizel was testing Krabby. Playing with him. Showing who was dominant. Arrogance, Hugo knew, was often a fatal flaw. Exploiting it could lead to it's downfall. Hugo motioned to Krabby who drew near.

    "He's a tough guy, Krabby," Hugo explained. "He thinks he's better than you. He thinks he's tougher than you. He's trying to show off. We're not going to let that happen, are we?"

    Krabby furrows his…uh…brow…and angrily clinches his pincers together.

    "Here's what we need to do. First of all, his speed is tough. He can easily dodge attacks and then slam into you on his own. So pretend like you're going to use Vicegrip again. Lure him in. Make him think it's the same tactic. Then right as he's about to collide with you, use Harden and make him take more damage on the impact."

    *click click* responded Krabby.

    "Then, before he can retaliate, grab him and bring him down hard with Slam. And then throw him off. Use Agility to confuse Buizel. He thinks he's so fast. Well we'll be faster!"

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