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Old 07-21-2012, 03:53 PM   #69
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The Labyrinth of Koros
Meetan: Gathering Torchic, you scramble off the cool, white stone bricks and made for the exit. You are physically exhausted but you know you can't linger: the roaring of some terrible, unseen force draws ever closer. You can't allow whatever it is to catch up with you and so you have no choice: not just for your sake but for the sake of all of your Pokémon, you have to press on. Your thighs burn in protest but you soon put them out of your mind as you and the little bundle of fire and feathers cradled in your arms make your way out of the aquachamber.

You walk down a long, winding stone passageway. There were never any breaks in the wall -- for all its twists and turns, you ever only have two options: turn back or press forward. And so after a few minutes of pressing forward like this, you come upon an archway. Passing under the arch, you enter a round chamber.

Cascades of water roll off the top of the walls of the chamber and down the sides, creating a misty spray as they collide with the circular well which runs along the entire wall of the chamber, broken only by the path beneath the archway. From this well come four small channels through which water steadily flows into a circular channel in the floor. At the center of this circle is a great a stone statue, quite similar to the ones you saw before in the clearing with the great stone slab. This statue is of a woman, beautiful and strong, with long flowing stone hair and two great angelic wings. The statue is the very first thing to catch anyone's eye upon entering this room, and what the statue holds in its hands is what your gaze now falls upon: a large, blue orb. It looks like a glass marble made from the ocean itself, its deep water blues so delicious as to make one want to drink them and yet so glassine that one knew it surely was made of crystal and not of liquid. This orb the angel holds between her two hands, cupped, her right supporting its weight from underneath, her left keeping it securely in place.

What do you think? And what do you do?

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Originally Posted by YUKI.N View Post
OoC - Thanks for taking me, Talon!

Dust flew into her face, eclipsing. She swallowed sand and fear, and kept running. Behind, the angry shouts of soldiers gave chase.

A bark by her side. Jessica twisted to see Kief targeting his snout towards a tiny alleyway. She ducked and diverted, sliding safe into home. Kief oversaw his trainer’s departure before darting after her, the tan tip of his tail flicking just out of view as their pursuers rounded the corner and passed by without threat.

Jessica released her breath, as well as her terrified clutch on Kief. The little Zigzagoon slid thankfully out of her arms onto the cool earth, sheltered by the shade of contiguous buildings and an overhead canopy. As her adrenaline altitude declined, the girl found time to reflect on exactly how she ended up in this situation. Scrunching her brow, hazy memories began to resurface, condensing to clarity.

…One minute, she had been staggering back from a crazy night of karaoke at the Bar when she was accosted by a small, strange, foreign-sounding trader on the side of the road (who she could have sworn had been singing a song about cutting off people’s ears before switching to something about desert heat upon her approach). He had impressed upon her some kind of weird lamp, promising magical wonders would happen if she rubbed the side. Her (lactose-induced) inebriation pushed aside her skepticism at the time and she followed the instruction without any foreboding.

…The next moment, she found herself in the middle of a busy marketplace – and then fleeing for her life through the dirt streets of some exotic (yet clearly impoverished) quarter of a city from a group of guards who accused her of stealing. Kief, who had been supporting walking his trainer home at the time and watched her strike such a shady deal with great worry, was also whisked to the same place without warning. Jessica managed a relieved smile and patted her pal between the ears, glad to at least have a friend with her in this bizarre land. It was only thanks to his quick thinking that the two had barely escaped with their lives. Else they would have both become shish-kabob by the blade of a burly man’s sword. Jessica shuddered, having but a moment ago felt its curve bypass the base of her neck.

She shook her head and tried to focus on the more important task, struggling to conjure more clues are to her whereabouts or how she got here. But beyond vague impressions she had no idea. Although, she had the odd feeling she’d witnessed such a scene before, perhaps on a screen…

Before she could grasp the fleeting image though, her thoughts were interrupted by a bellow from down the other end of the alley. “There’s the thieving rat!” Jessica jumped to her feet as the police came charging down the passage, albeit delayed slightly by the narrow congestion. She glanced at Kief to urge he get a move on, and to her surprise she saw him swiftly swallow the remains of a piece of bread. She groaned.

“Kief, you DIDN’T. No wonder these guys are after us!”

The klepto Kief grinned sheepishly, and upon his trainer’s stern look, humbly offered his services to help subvert the law. She sighed.

“Guess we’ve got no choice. Doesn’t look like we can talk our way out of this one. You got us into this mess, now hurry and get us out of it!”

Kief nodded and leapt nimbly to his feet, crumbs still clinging to his fur. He confronted the parade of patrolmen, who had paused procession briefly, deciding it more efficient to send out their Pokémon first. A pair of crimson-colored, circular creatures started stomping down the path on clumsy chicken feet. Jessica had never seen a Darumaka before, so their funny shape and googly eyes, in addition to golden chest markings and bushy eyebrows, made her raise one of her own. Gauging the distance, she afforded a second to consult her Pokédex, only to find to her dismay that it and her entire bag were gone. She cursed, momentarily concerned that she had left all her items behind at the Bar. At worst, she bartered them away for the lamp or even lost them in a bet. But no, she distinctly recalled repossessing her bag when the trader left, since she set it down afterward to spend a few good minutes looking for lamp polish. …Heaven knows in such a smashed state she thought she had some on her person.

Jessica grimaced as another thought then occurred to her. So either that trader had contrived to put some gas in the lamp to knock her out, steal all her stuff, and dump her in this arid land… Or her bag was still on the side of the road and either magic or delirium had transported her here without it. Joy.

While she relaxed slightly at the prospect of possibly reclaiming her inventory once this nightmare was over with, panic inflated again as she double-checked the Pokéballs surrounding her waist, easing once more to sense six metal spheres against her skin. At least her team still seemed to be with her, which was the greatest relief. While objects – including Pokéballs – could always be replaced, their contents – her closest companions – could not.

Meanwhile, the red bowling bowls were barreling down the lane like nobody’s business, so unfortunately she didn’t have time to personally count each of her Pokémon present. She would have to call them out later to confirm. Kief barked as both a wake-up warning to his trainer and to keep the adversaries at bay, priming himself for commands. Jessica shrugged, frustrated at not having a specific strategy to deal with these opponents but realizing she had no option other than to give it her best shot.

“All right, Kief, try blinding them with SAND-ATTACK. Then ICY WIND to slow them down. Finally, try forming a SUBSTITUTE to confuse them while we make our getaway.”
Welcome aboard, Yuki! As you already know, we'll be replying in FFFF99 yellow for this adventure. Please be sure to provide a link to your registration post. Thanks!

The Tale of the Wishmakers:
As the Darumakka come barreling towards you and Kief, you order him to use Sand-Attack to slow your pursuers down. Kief turns around, digs his heels into the dirt, and starts scraping backwards at a blistering pace. Soon there is a pale cloud of dirt in the air and the Darumakka are clawing at their eyes, trying to get the fine particulates out. Then when they can't see you order Kief to use Icy Wind, hoping that it might slow them down. You're none too sure about the efficacy of the attack seeing as the Darumakka hardly seem to notice it at all but you're at least relieved to see that they're still clawing away at their eyes in desperate attempts to get that sand out. In fact, if there's one thing the Icy Wind did do, it's stir up the cloud of dirt even worse than before. It's now like a miniature sandstorm inside the alley and the two Darumakka are caught in the thick of it. From the other side of the dust cloud you hear one of the guards shout, "AFTER THEM, YOU FOOLS!" One of two Darumakka ignores his orders, the sand being simply too much to be ignored, and he continues to try and rub it out of his teary eyes; but the other bares his eyes wide-open, red and itchy, and makes to pursue you and Kief. That's when you order Kief to make a substitute. The mischievous raccoon-dog grins, a twinkle in his eye, and with a poof of smoke there are suddenly two Kiefs! One of the Kiefs runs over to you while the remaining Kief stays put, ready to meet the Darumakka charging towards him. The two tussle about, stirring up even more smoky sand. The narrow passageway doesn't allow the guards to give chase, their own Darumakka blocking the way. "YOU IDIOTS!" the guard in front bellows. "GET OUT OF THE WAY!" he shouts to the first Darumakka, still bouncing left and right in the alley as he tries to get the last bits of sand out of his eyes. "THAT IS NOT THEM!" he shouts to the other, "THAT IS JUST A SUBSTITUTE!" But the Darumakka wrestling with the fake Kief doesn't seem to take heed of his master's advice: he can't possibly know that this Kief is a fake. Not until he's worn it down anyway! Smiling to yourself, you shout back some thanks for the bread and make your escape out the back of the alley, Kief scampering along close behind. Unable to pursue you, the guards curse and trundle out the other end of the alley.

You've lost them for now, you realize, but they could be back any second. You and Kief have to get out of here fast. You make your way out the other end of the alley and find yourself back on what appears to be a main street. Judging from the looks of things, you're still in the merchant district: you see shopkeepers selling their wares of every kind behind a number of colorful stalls. One vendor, a bearded man with dark tanned skin and an immaculately white turban, is selling exotic fruits and berries. Another man, clean-shaven and less tan, is selling fresh fish. There is a snakecharmer on the street playing a flute while an Ekans rises out of a wicker basket. Some of the children laugh and point at this show; others run wildly through the street playing tag. You see one of the girls run towards a shop, one of the many buildings which form the "walls" of this street, but the others shout out to her that she's breaking the rules. As she frantically tries to dodge the boy who's "it," they both barely avoid crashing into a woman who is coming out the shop door, unable to see the children beneath the bundles of fabric she is holding to tightly in her hands. They avoid her just in the nick of time: unfortunately for the little girl, the boy takes this opportunity to tag her. "YOU'RE IT!" he shouts with glee as he runs away from her. Frowning, she chases after him and the others, clearly upset at having become "It."

As you begin to walk down the street with Kief, the little rascal licking some scrumptious crumbs of bread off the corners of his mouth, you notice that some of the women and children are looking in your general direction. The women hide furtive glances and chatter behind their veiled faces guarded by their long sleeves. The children are less preoccupied with subtlety: many of them point and laugh at you. Uh-oh, you realize as you look down at yourself ...

What will you do?

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