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Old 02-19-2020, 02:54 PM   #293
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Meetan: While your cartographic skills were something to be worked on, your confirmation on checking the pool out gives the chieftain hope, and the man, as stern as he seems, gives a genuine and warm smile, the sort of smile you would receive as gratitude for a good deed. Shortly afterwards, the Audino returns, and a quick check reveals all of them are fighting fit and in good health, the normal type's skill with treatment impressive as always.

Pointing you towards the general direction of the pool in question, your thoughts on the illness being poison or fairy pokemon related linger in your mind, as do the symptoms and results of the disease. While it was true that some poisons didn't kill but merely crippled, many of these seem to target a specific area of the body, and neurotoxins generally tended to be deadly from what you've seen. Following the map with some help, you come to a small clearing in the jungle and take the time to scrutinise the map closer. The clearing you were at seems to be visible as a small circle in the corner, and judging by the drawing the pool would be another ten to fifteen minutes away. The humidity certainly starts getting to you, however: whether it was the heat or general greenhouse effect, you were sweating quite heavily.

It isn't too long though before your brain considers the potential of mischievous fairies, and once again your mind seems to draw a blank on this one: while there certainly were a few fey pokemon who would call the Glades home, pretty much all of them tended to be kind souls or cheeky little monkeys, rather than outright malicious creatures, and the symptoms of the illness seemed unlikely to be down to theit influence. Your train of thought however very quickly derails itself as you hear some sort of small commotion ahead, and opting to be careful lest you end up in more trouble, you approach and peek through some foliage.

Your eyes are opened to a glimmering pond, a deep dark colour, with what seems like a slight rainbow shimmer in it, as well as a somewhat overpowering smell of something that seems a little familiar, but not something you could immediately put your nose on. A faint cry near the bank of the pool grabs your attention, and upon noticing the source of said cry, you can almost feel your heart sink so low that it may as well just up and leave through your rear.

At the murky banks of the pool, the grass is decayed and brown, small shrubs wilted and rotten, while a few small pokemon struggle to move around much. A couple of Grubbin stained with black marks feebly crawl over to an unmoving Tangela, eyes as blank as those of a Parasect, and some Shroomish are huddled around a bare jungle tree, leaves having dropped off the lifeless trunk some time ago as their Breloom parent digs into the soil in vain, trying to find something edible for them that won't be lethal. The cry itself comes from a slightly shrivelled pale green creature, drooping leaf on its bean shaped body as weak ruby eyes weakly quiver as it crawls to the edge of the pool. Sticking its tongue out, the Chikorita slowly tries to taste the liquid, thirst clearly on its mind, but something about it makes the grass pokemon revulse as it cries out, spitting around before slumping backwards.

It is only the unnoticed vines wrapping around you and yanking you back that saves you from a sudden shower of pins from perforating your vulnerable flesh, and as the missiles rain down a screech rings out right behind you. Tossed to the ground, you find your saviour to be a very prickly Carnivine, which gives you a single glance with pleading eyes before succumbing to its state, flopping to the ground lifelessly, and only the gentle swaying of its leafy maw tells you that it's only unconscious. Looking up, you find the perpetrator clinging to the trees with its spiky grippers, grim yellow hexagonal eyes staring you down with metallic body shining in a sun which is starting to fade behind broiling clouds. The Ferrothorn gives a grunt, as it glares at you and then the Chikorita, as the gleam around it seems to be growing in intensity, the grass pokemon too weak to move...

Lil'twick: Interested by the Prince's somewhat sullen mood as well as what she has to show you, you take the time to secure the swooning fairy atop the Carbink's crown, Carrot not minding at all and actually seems to be cheerier given the chromatic similarity of the Flabebe's flower to them. Stepping away from the festival though, it soon becomes clear that there was indeed something afoot in this paradise, and as you and your pokemon ventured out of the grotto, the silence and atmosphere was deafening, and not in a positive way. Trying to remain positive, you nevertheless approach the Prince as she hovers near the edge of the garden, and as you gasp to her, the sudden speed winding you a little, the Floette turns to you and gives a smile.

"Observe, if you could, the edge of this world," she begins, gesturing to the island's cliff. Before you, the garden's perimeter seems ragged, and as you watch, a small part of the ground lights up before separating from the isle, and drifts away from you, vanishing into the sky just before you.

"Allow me to extrapolate, Leo. Where you currently stand, this expanse above the Feywood...the Cosmic Clearing, I believe the people of your world call it? It is in essence innumerable smaller worlds, a land of dreamscapes, brought to life by the wishes and thoughts of everyone in the world, be they people or pokemon. Our own...let us call them 'pocket worlds'...our own pocket world was formed by the dreams of a wanderer of a region ravaged by war. The wanderer had lost a close friend to the war, and in their grief dreamt of an ideal world where that friend could live on."

"The wanderer's grief led them to perform the unthinkable, and they created a device to bring their friend back from the grave, but this came at great cost, for soon afterwards the wanderer's grief grew to anger, and they turned their creation on those who would hurt their friend. With it, the wanderer ended the war in merciless, callous fashion, and countless innocents perished. That friend could not forgive the wanderer for their actions, and abandoned them for several millenia, the wanderer having inadvertently became immortal..."

The Prince takes a pause for breath, during which another fragment of the isle is lost to the void. "This tale I tell, it is of course of the Kalos War, and the wanderer being the Lost King. That friend, however, is not me. Rather, that friend is my ancestor, and through their sorrow they resided on this very pocket world, watching their master come to terms with their tragic decisions."

"This world, you may notice, is crumbling. Dying. It requires emotions to remain strong, indeed, ours is born through the emotional state of joy. While born of melancholy, it is peace and happiness that gives this world life, without which we would end up among the stars, without a place to call home, and the immortal king would never be free of his melancholy."

"Lately however our peace has been stricken by what I may only presume to be...pirates. Pirates may not be the correct term to use, but some roving band of miscreants have been coming to our home and causing trouble, and making our lives uneasy, which has only accelerated the decay of our home. This island is only a fraction of its original size, and when you arrived, I initially feared the worst. And yet..." she pauses once more, wistful face changing to a gentle smile.

" came here, and showed nothing but goodwill to our residents. This brings me to the topic at hand. Leo, if I could request your-"

The Prince's speech is suddenly interrupted by a deep rumble and a ripple in the sky above the grotto, and the Floette's demeanour hardens, grave concern on her face. "They're back. Oh heavens, not today of all days..." she whimpers as she grabs her unique flower and darts suddenly towards the grotto, where the ripple appears to be situated. Without a moment to spare, you give chase, following the Prince as you rush back to the grotto.

Your group arrives just in time to see the Shiftry's glowering face staring up at the sky, where the ripple has opened to a full on entrance, the countless stars of the Clearing above you, and descending from that opening are a trio of pokemon and a small bombardment of sludge pellets and rocks thrown down from two of the three. The poison splats seem to be emerging from a floating purple orblike pokemon with a prominent skull and crossbones, while the rocks are being lobbed out of a red-shelled creature with noodly limbs, while a larger quadruped gives a cackle as the unnatural stench of the purple and white creature drives much of the festival goers into a retching panic.

The Koffing and Shuckle touch down first, giving a rowdy set of whoops before the Sunktank slams into the ground, screeching out a raucous noise that drills right through your ears, the apparent ringleader of this not-so-motley crew giving a holler.


With that, the Shuckle begins to make its way to the snacks you baked, gluttonous fervour in its very slow steps while the Koffing levitates above you, pumping out a choking smokescreen as it begins to whirl around and form a disco haze. The Skuntank meanwhile readies itself before catching the Shiftry in the gut with a sudden sucker punch, the Wicked pokemon crying out from the sudden strike and landing in a heap, wincing from what, strangely, seemed to hit it rather effectively.

What'll you do regarding these gatecrashers?
Stale Water.

Unruly Premonition.
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