Exploring Aatos (IC)

[CosmicOccurence]

Welcome to Aatos, a world where kings rule, knights roam, psychics bend the world to their will, empires rise and fall, and beasts roam the wilderness. These beasts are called Pokemon, and they both kill and are killed by humans. They come in many forms, with many appearances, and are used in all parts of Aatos, from agriculture to trade to warfare. Welcome to a world of dragons and sea serpents, a world of moving forests and living boulders, a world of pokemon.

We look today upon five specks in the vast landscape of human life in Aatos. They come from different places, think and dream different things, wield different amounts of power. How will they change this world?

Keep reading to find out.

[MesiDoomstalker]

Janan dives behind a merchants stall, but didn't stop. He risked sneaking a peak out of the corner of his eye for his pursuer. A large bellied man waving a shiny scimitar over his head, yelling slurs and profanity at the youth, pushing people out of his way. Muk! Digging into the hard ground Janan takes off again, ducking between people as quickly as he could.

The larger man had more trouble here. Bigger crowds, harder to push his gut through. Janan turns his head to the right, catching the man's gaze go to the alleyway on the right. Janan ducks into a slight crouch, keeping his head below the crowd line, making his way to the alley on the opposite side.

Once safe in the alley, he sprints to the corner and slams himself against the wall, trying his hardest to control his breathing. Now I wait.

[MintyNinja]

Theo awoke suddenly and fully. Lying still in his comfortable bed, with eyes wide open. Had I been dreaming? What brought me to my senses so quickly and why can't I remember the dream? With a turn of his head he scans the room with his eyes before scanning it with his mind. No one's in here. It must have been a dream. There's no point in staying in bed if I'm awake, I should get up. And so he throws back the covers and stands on shaky legs.

A mirror set on the wall next to his dresser shows the ravages sleep had done to him. His normally curly hair is flat on one side and sticking up in the back. His small beard is a tangle of dark blond briars that would make any self respecting gentleman flinch in aversion. He sticks out his tongue at the ghastly reflection and promptly dunks his head the wash basin across the room. A rough shake and sudden shock of cold bring the clever young man out of sleep's embrace entirely. Torch comes over from his own nightstand to warm and dry his master as Theo fixes his features. "Thank you, Torch," he says to the Litwick. Torch responds with a curt nod, as per usual for their morning routine.

About twenty minutes later Theo left his room with Torch hovering above his shoulder. The young man had cleaned himself up to look surprisingly like a self respecting individual. He was dressed in the simple, yet masterful clothing that his Lord had commissioned for his staff. Dark pants of sturdy material, offset by a pale green doublet that coincidentally matches his eyes. His rank as one of Lord Tarril's retinue is denoted by an black and copper armband over his left arm.

As he takes his breakfast, he is able to wave down a steward and ask, "Do I have any instructions for today?"

[Major]

Sparks flew as metal hit metal under the light of the rising sun. Ovelia Verene was training hard with the retired knight Sir Zairon. Her mentor was a large man with a powerful build that came from years of combat. Each blow that Ovelia couldn't dodge and was forced to block pushed her back and threw her off balance, and each time she was knocked off balance another blow came that she couldn't dodge.

Ovelia Verene knew she wasn't going to win this match and it infuriated her. While she knew the man was stronger, it was after all why she had begged him to train her, it still frustrated her to know that victory was out of her grasp and she was only stalling.

Eventually the blade in her hands was sent flying through the air as her mentor sent her sword flying with a powerful blow that her tired hands was unable to resist. With the training duel over, Ovelia's adrenaline slowly stopped and she realized how tired she was.

Despite her loss, she could tell she was getting better. This fight had lasted longer than the others had ever lasted and while she wasn't good enough to be the King's Champion she was finally starting to feel like she was taking steps, albeit small ones, towards her goal.

Ovelia bowed politely to her mentor before grabbing the brown cloak she wore and placing it back on herself. "That's the final one for today..." Ovelia said through gasps for air. The physical training was always exhausting for her. "My shift will be starting soon. Thanks again, Master Zairon." She said.

Once the respectful farewells were properly exchanged, Ovelia released Maximus and quickly began the trip to the palace. Luckily the air was cool and the breeze rushing across her face helped to let her relax and regain her breath. Upon arrival at the castle, Ovelia got to work with Sir Hector released and ready. His aura powers and ability to communicate with Ovelia had helped multiple times to keep the King safe and it was a common sight to see the two working together.

Here's hoping today is a day free of selfish noble women just wanting more money... Ovelia thought to Sir Hector.

[planswalker]

Captain Rayleigh is a short, stocky man with hard muscles underneath his dusky, wrinkled skin. His hair and beard are kept short and tidy, and his moustache is waxed into immaculate curls at the end. His hair that was once jet black is now a salt and pepper that is getting more salty and less peppery every year. His bright green eyes are as sharp as ever and look to always be an instant away from laughter. His deep, smooth voice has a cultured accent typically seen among Gallun nobility.

He's wearing his favorite burgundy wool coat with silver trim. His heavy black boots have been recently polished and it would be difficult to imagine that they were the same pair that had just yesterday been covered in the refuse of naval combat. His wardrobe boy does good work. The gold ring with a cabochon sapphire gleams on his finger in stark contrast to the purple and silver coat, the wite silk shirt underneath, or the burgundy leather pants whose legs showed through underneath the coat. None of his weapons or pokeballs were visible, yet the man exuded an air of powerful confidence nonetheless.

Besides, the meeting today was not supposed to be a violent one. Of course, here in the Syreni Isles, one could never be too careful. His crew waited aboard the nearby Moon Shade ready to pick up their captain swiftly and sail away should things prove less than genteel today. When visiting on another pirate's ship from another Crew alone and unarmed, it was best to be prepared for anything. If this young hothead didn't listen to reason, well... there was a reason Bartholomew was twice the mean age of the typical pirate captain.

At last reaching the captain's cabin on the ship, Bartholomew will knock loudly and say, "Xui'chin, my good man, I am here! Open up, and let's drink up this wine before my quartermaster realizes it's missing!"

[Scribe of Gods]

Ghalib relished the feeling of the saltwater spray lightly splashing against his face as the vessel pulled into port. Even though he had lived in Port Said his entire life, this was the first time he had left the marketplace and actually stepped on a boat. Earlier that day he had closed up shop and liquidated his inventory to earn passage on a merchant ship. Destination - Shipwreck Cove of the Syreni Islands.

He had given away his last egg, a wild-bred Sandshrew, to a beggar boy. "Now listen, child, and hear me well. Poverty is a mindset. You must always remember that. Everyone can be good at something, and if you're good at something, you can make money doing it. Begging is not your natural talent, that I can tell. Take this Sandshrew for instance. It is not the strongest creature of the desert - but its claws can still dig for shelter and nourishment. Its hide is not made from rock or ore, but it can bend and roll with ease to avoid slow moving predators. It does not have the sharpest eyes of the sand-dwellers - but if it did, it would be blinded by the bright sun! Instead, its snout leads it to the oases. Find your strengths, and be proud of them, my boy."

And now, staring out into the twinkling horizon of azure waves, Ghalib reflected on his own strengths. He may not be the most handsome of men, but his way with words has raised enough corners of lips of fair ladies. He may not be as successful as his brothers, but he found himself content in his cot at night. He may not be a great warrior, but he has never lost a fight. Of course, his practical knowledge of psychology allowed him to have never engaged in violent activity, but the winning streak was there nonetheless.

Above all else, though, Ghalib was a very talented Pokemon breeder. He could of made quite a bit of money breeding them for war; this is what brought his brothers riches. He could also have bred out their wild traits and crafted batches of domesticated beasts. But Ghalib thought Pokemon had the most potential as companions, even as friends. In a world where these creatures are known to commonly want to kill you, this was a very strange idea. Strange enough to entice the wealthy!

Ghalib sighed. Wealth. The amazing things one could do with it. In human society, it seemed like there was nothing more important. Ghalib considered himself lucky to find the quest for riches a pleasurable pastime instead of a struggle for survival. Perhaps this was why he found Pokemon to be so utterly fascinating. Pokemon had a society devoid of wealth or status, free of those distinctly human trappings that bound us to our own Pokeballs. He loved to observe them in their natural habitat, living only to survive another day in a chaotic world of predators and prey.

But Ghalib understood economics. He knew that without money providing the backbone of society, humans would become no different than the Pokemon they dominated. Wealth was what made you a human, and it could indeed buy happiness and sadness and any number of things if you had enough of it.

That was the very reason Ghalib found himself on this ship. Cold hard cash, and lots of it. It was waiting out there, just waiting to be scooped up by the handfuls of the brave and adventurous. The Syreni Islands, home to the sort of Pokemon that people would give their crown jewels for. Not because of their combat prowess or their ability to pull a plow, but because they were exciting! He would bring this excitement to the rich, and become a rich man himself.

Ghalib's stomach grumbled. "How long have I been pondering? All of that self-exploration sure made me hungry." He turned away from the bulwarks and headed down into the galley to see what was being prepared for tonight's meal.

[CosmicOccurence]

Janan dives behind a merchants stall, but didn't stop. He risked sneaking a peak out of the corner of his eye for his pursuer. A large bellied man waving a shiny scimitar over his head, yelling slurs and profanity at the youth, pushing people out of his way. Muk! Digging into the hard ground Janan takes off again, ducking between people as quickly as he could.

The larger man had more trouble here. Bigger crowds, harder to push his gut through. Janan turns his head to the right, catching the man's gaze go to the alleyway on the right. Janan ducks into a slight crouch, keeping his head below the crowd line, making his way to the alley on the opposite side.

Once safe in the alley, he sprints to the corner and slams himself against the wall, trying his hardest to control his breathing. Now I wait.

Though the bazaar was quite noisy during the middle of the day, you could clearly hear the angry shouting of the merchant as he waded through the crowd. His deep voice cut through the background noise like a knife.

I know you're here little rat. he shouted in an accent of a Carthaki that was born and raised in Kafrmietta. When I find you, you'll never steal again. You knew what he meant: if he caught you, you hand would be chopped off.

Where'd you go hiding? I'll find you eventually. Hari, sniff him out. We'll find him eventually.

Suddenly, he went silent, and the crowds of the bazaar flooded back into your ears. Had his pokemon picked up your scent, or were you safe?

[CosmicOccurence]

Theo awoke suddenly and fully. Lying still in his comfortable bed, with eyes wide open. Had I been dreaming? What brought me to my senses so quickly and why can't I remember the dream? With a turn of his head he scans the room with his eyes before scanning it with his mind. No one's in here. It must have been a dream. There's no point in staying in bed if I'm awake, I should get up. And so he throws back the covers and stands on shaky legs.

A mirror set on the wall next to his dresser shows the ravages sleep had done to him. His normally curly hair is flat on one side and sticking up in the back. His small beard is a tangle of dark blond briars that would make any self respecting gentleman flinch in aversion. He sticks out his tongue at the ghastly reflection and promptly dunks his head the wash basin across the room. A rough shake and sudden shock of cold bring the clever young man out of sleep's embrace entirely. Torch comes over from his own nightstand to warm and dry his master as Theo fixes his features. "Thank you, Torch," he says to the Litwick. Torch responds with a curt nod, as per usual for their morning routine.

About twenty minutes later Theo left his room with Torch hovering above his shoulder. The young man had cleaned himself up to look surprisingly like a self respecting individual. He was dressed in the simple, yet masterful clothing that his Lord had commissioned for his staff. Dark pants of sturdy material, offset by a pale green doublet that coincidentally matches his eyes. His rank as one of Lord Tarril's retinue is denoted by an black and copper armband over his left arm.

As he takes his breakfast, he is able to wave down a steward and ask, "Do I have any instructions for today?"

The butler was an old man. Very prim and proper, but good at his job. The Lord Tarril does not have any business meetings today. He will be spending time with his wife and children on the coast of Lake Lyra. However, you will be accompanying the Lord's nephew as he goes into town to pick out a ponyta for his riding lessons this afternoon. It shouldn't be difficult, but protocol demands that any guest of the house must be accompanied by ... The man continues for a minute as he expounds upon long and complex social customs of the nobility classes. You'd heard it all before, but he just couldn't seem to help spouting the stuff at every possible moment.

Lord Tarril's nephew had been visiting for a week already, and wasn't scheduled to leave for another three weeks. He had been sent here by his parents in another city because he had been 'unduly involved with those of menial worth' as Lord Tarril's sister had put it. In short, he had spent time with girls of a lower class and didn't follow his parents instructions, so he was sent here to cool his head. Thus far, he'd been a pain to all the servants, as he requested the most ridiculous things. Now, he wanted to learn how to ride properly, but demanded that he receive a new horse as a gift from his uncle. A gift that he would pick out.

You vaguely recognized that you had an hour before you left for the city before the butler walked off to the kitchens.

[CosmicOccurence]

Sparks flew as metal hit metal under the light of the rising sun. Ovelia Verene was training hard with the retired knight Sir Zairon. Her mentor was a large man with a powerful build that came from years of combat. Each blow that Ovelia couldn't dodge and was forced to block pushed her back and threw her off balance, and each time she was knocked off balance another blow came that she couldn't dodge.

Ovelia Verene knew she wasn't going to win this match and it infuriated her. While she knew the man was stronger, it was after all why she had begged him to train her, it still frustrated her to know that victory was out of her grasp and she was only stalling.

Eventually the blade in her hands was sent flying through the air as her mentor sent her sword flying with a powerful blow that her tired hands was unable to resist. With the training duel over, Ovelia's adrenaline slowly stopped and she realized how tired she was.

Despite her loss, she could tell she was getting better. This fight had lasted longer than the others had ever lasted and while she wasn't good enough to be the King's Champion she was finally starting to feel like she was taking steps, albeit small ones, towards her goal.

Ovelia bowed politely to her mentor before grabbing the brown cloak she wore and placing it back on herself. "That's the final one for today..." Ovelia said through gasps for air. The physical training was always exhausting for her. "My shift will be starting soon. Thanks again, Master Zairon." She said.

Once the respectful farewells were properly exchanged, Ovelia released Maximus and quickly began the trip to the palace. Luckily the air was cool and the breeze rushing across her face helped to let her relax and regain her breath. Upon arrival at the castle, Ovelia got to work with Sir Hector released and ready. His aura powers and ability to communicate with Ovelia had helped multiple times to keep the King safe and it was a common sight to see the two working together.

Here's hoping today is a day free of selfish noble women just wanting more money... Ovelia thought to Sir Hector.

As you reported in to Halt, the once famous ranger who retired years ago and now works to ensure the rangers work smoothly with ear other, he hands you a sheaf of papers. Not today Ovelia. I have other work for you. A monster killed two children out in Noctowl's Hollow, and we want you to take care of it. Noctowl's Hollow was a small village in the Royal Forest.

Wilbur and a squire will ensure the King is fine for today. Wilbur was a trainee in the ranger program. Tall and awkward, he had a long way to go before becoming a full ranger.

[CosmicOccurence]

Captain Rayleigh is a short, stocky man with hard muscles underneath his dusky, wrinkled skin. His hair and beard are kept short and tidy, and his moustache is waxed into immaculate curls at the end. His hair that was once jet black is now a salt and pepper that is getting more salty and less peppery every year. His bright green eyes are as sharp as ever and look to always be an instant away from laughter. His deep, smooth voice has a cultured accent typically seen among Gallun nobility.

He's wearing his favorite burgundy wool coat with silver trim. His heavy black boots have been recently polished and it would be difficult to imagine that they were the same pair that had just yesterday been covered in the refuse of naval combat. His wardrobe boy does good work. The gold ring with a cabochon sapphire gleams on his finger in stark contrast to the purple and silver coat, the wite silk shirt underneath, or the burgundy leather pants whose legs showed through underneath the coat. None of his weapons or pokeballs were visible, yet the man exuded an air of powerful confidence nonetheless.

Besides, the meeting today was not supposed to be a violent one. Of course, here in the Syreni Isles, one could never be too careful. His crew waited aboard the nearby Moon Shade ready to pick up their captain swiftly and sail away should things prove less than genteel today. When visiting on another pirate's ship from another Crew alone and unarmed, it was best to be prepared for anything. If this young hothead didn't listen to reason, well... there was a reason Bartholomew was twice the mean age of the typical pirate captain.

At last reaching the captain's cabin on the ship, Bartholomew will knock loudly and say, "Xui'chin, my good man, I am here! Open up, and let's drink up this wine before my quartermaster realizes it's missing!"

Xui'chin quickly opened the door. His olive colored skin was common for those born in Gavent, and he had sharp almond shaped eyes. He wore the ornate red outfit that all captains of Treasure Island ships wore. A black goatee graced his chin and had been curled with wax. Come in Captin Bartholomew. He leads you to a large oak desk where he sits in an embellished chair. A chair for you sits on the other side of the desk, the side closer to the door.

I must say I was surprised when you requested to talk with me. I must admit I am a little hesitant, but I'm sure that will be cleared up when you explain what you came here for. And, if offered wine from your stores, there was no way I could refuse an invitation. Where is it from?

[planswalker]

"Stolen off a Gallan cargo ship just off the coast of Attica on its way to Alph. How has your business been and where do you keep the wine goblets?" Rayleigh says as he uncorks the bottle.

[MesiDoomstalker]

Though the bazaar was quite noisy during the middle of the day, you could clearly hear the angry shouting of the merchant as he waded through the crowd. His deep voice cut through the background noise like a knife.

I know you're here little rat. he shouted in an accent of a Carthaki that was born and raised in Kafrmietta. When I find you, you'll never steal again. You knew what he meant: if he caught you, you hand would be chopped off.

Where'd you go hiding? I'll find you eventually. Hari, sniff him out. We'll find him eventually.

Suddenly, he went silent, and the crowds of the bazaar flooded back into your ears. Had his pokemon picked up your scent, or were you safe?

Knew it wouldn't be that easy. Janan grabs hold of some stray refuse and starts rubbing it over his body especially his feet. It was stinky and disgusting, but it helped throw off his scent. As soon as he was satisfied, he started walking briskly away from the main street deeper into the maze of alleys. After a turn or two, he releases Patience, motioning silently for the dog to sit on his shoulder.

[CosmicOccurence]

Ghalib relished the feeling of the saltwater spray lightly splashing against his face as the vessel pulled into port. Even though he had lived in Port Said his entire life, this was the first time he had left the marketplace and actually stepped on a boat. Earlier that day he had closed up shop and liquidated his inventory to earn passage on a merchant ship. Destination - Shipwreck Cove of the Syreni Islands.

He had given away his last egg, a wild-bred Sandshrew, to a beggar boy. "Now listen, child, and hear me well. Poverty is a mindset. You must always remember that. Everyone can be good at something, and if you're good at something, you can make money doing it. Begging is not your natural talent, that I can tell. Take this Sandshrew for instance. It is not the strongest creature of the desert - but its claws can still dig for shelter and nourishment. Its hide is not made from rock or ore, but it can bend and roll with ease to avoid slow moving predators. It does not have the sharpest eyes of the sand-dwellers - but if it did, it would be blinded by the bright sun! Instead, its snout leads it to the oases. Find your strengths, and be proud of them, my boy."

And now, staring out into the twinkling horizon of azure waves, Ghalib reflected on his own strengths. He may not be the most handsome of men, but his way with words has raised enough corners of lips of fair ladies. He may not be as successful as his brothers, but he found himself content in his cot at night. He may not be a great warrior, but he has never lost a fight. Of course, his practical knowledge of psychology allowed him to have never engaged in violent activity, but the winning streak was there nonetheless.

Above all else, though, Ghalib was a very talented Pokemon breeder. He could of made quite a bit of money breeding them for war; this is what brought his brothers riches. He could also have bred out their wild traits and crafted batches of domesticated beasts. But Ghalib thought Pokemon had the most potential as companions, even as friends. In a world where these creatures are known to commonly want to kill you, this was a very strange idea. Strange enough to entice the wealthy!

Ghalib sighed. Wealth. The amazing things one could do with it. In human society, it seemed like there was nothing more important. Ghalib considered himself lucky to find the quest for riches a pleasurable pastime instead of a struggle for survival. Perhaps this was why he found Pokemon to be so utterly fascinating. Pokemon had a society devoid of wealth or status, free of those distinctly human trappings that bound us to our own Pokeballs. He loved to observe them in their natural habitat, living only to survive another day in a chaotic world of predators and prey.

But Ghalib understood economics. He knew that without money providing the backbone of society, humans would become no different than the Pokemon they dominated. Wealth was what made you a human, and it could indeed buy happiness and sadness and any number of things if you had enough of it.

That was the very reason Ghalib found himself on this ship. Cold hard cash, and lots of it. It was waiting out there, just waiting to be scooped up by the handfuls of the brave and adventurous. The Syreni Islands, home to the sort of Pokemon that people would give their crown jewels for. Not because of their combat prowess or their ability to pull a plow, but because they were exciting! He would bring this excitement to the rich, and become a rich man himself.

Ghalib's stomach grumbled. "How long have I been pondering? All of that self-exploration sure made me hungry." He turned away from the bulwarks and headed down into the galley to see what was being prepared for tonight's meal.

The ship holds a strange mixture of people: sailors who worked on the ship, merchants looking to make it big in the Isles, and warriors who thought they had a chance to escape their past life by joining a pirate crew. You will be travelling with these people along the Sea of Falling Stars, across the Stormwrack, and into the Islands where you will make landfall at Shipwreck Cove. The ship will be stopping periodically at port cities to restock and allow the passengers to stretch their legs.

The mess hall was a loud and boisterous place. Drink aplenty and fresh meat were on the menu, this would be the best you ate in a long time. After tonight, your meals will be bland: full of fish and sea biscuits.

After you sat down to eat, a man came walking down to the mess hall. He spoke confidently as the crowd listened. Hello, I am the captian of this ship. Before we set out, there are a few rules I need to set out. First, you will listen to me and my sailors without question. We talk, you listen, or we leave you at the nearest port with only the clothes on your back. Second, if you want to battle, do it on the decks. Third, we'll be stopping at port cities along the way. You're welcome to explore, but if you aren't back when we leave, we won't wait for you. He leaves quickly, and the loud chatter resumed.

[MintyNinja]

"Very well, thank you," Theo says to the butler as the man leaves. He finishes meal soon after and spends his remaining time in his room. While no one was looking he was able to practice his telekinesis to his heart's content. He went through a series of routines from floating out the pokeballs for Torch and Sparky, to untying a drawstring on his coin purse without jingling the coins inside, and opening doors while moving towards them. All things he's done before, but practice keeps him sharp and before long he feels it's time to leave. He goes out to the front of the manor and waits for his Lord's nephew.

[CosmicOccurence]

"Stolen off a Gallan cargo ship just off the coast of Attica on its way to Alph. How has your business been and where do you keep the wine goblets?" Rayleigh says as he uncorks the bottle.

Goblets are in the cabinet underneath the window. An Aipom leaped down onto the mans shoulder from the rafters, and he absentmindedly stroked it.

Business has been going well. Galla has been becoming easier and easier pickings. Ever since their king died they've been struggling with internal problems. They don't have time to worry about raids. I doubt it will last, but this year's season was a good one. You?

[CosmicOccurence]

Knew it wouldn't be that easy. Janan grabs hold of some stray refuse and starts rubbing it over his body especially his feet. It was stinky and disgusting, but it helped throw off his scent. As soon as he was satisfied, he started walking briskly away from the main street deeper into the maze of alleys. After a turn or two, he releases Patience, motioning silently for the dog to sit on his shoulder.

Whether it was the lack of a proper scent or your use of dung, you saw no sign of the merchant or his pokemon. You had escaped, for today at least. You knew that at some point you were bound to get caught though.

[MesiDoomstalker]

Whether it was the lack of a proper scent or your use of dung, you saw no sign of the merchant or his pokemon. You had escaped, for today at least. You knew that at some point you were bound to get caught though.

Phew. C'mon Patience. The day is young. Though we should probably avoid the market for a while. Sticking to the alleyways for a little bit longer, Janan explored some of the less traveled streets in hopes of finding a public bath. He let Patience sit out on his shoulder. The little guy had a knack for picking out trouble.

[planswalker]

Goblets are in the cabinet underneath the window. An Aipom leaped down onto the mans shoulder from the rafters, and he absentmindedly stroked it.

Business has been going well. Galla has been becoming easier and easier pickings. Ever since their king died they've been struggling with internal problems. They don't have time to worry about raids. I doubt it will last, but this year's season was a good one. You?

"I'd say a glass of Galla's finest wine says business has been good." Captain Rayleigh says smoothly as he got out the goblets and poured the two of them drinks. "Unless I am mistaken, you were born in Gavent. Have you kept up with how your country of birth is doing? One of my captains told me that the Gavnti port he sacked this year had fallen on hard times. Only haul worth noting was a half-dozen crates of silk."

He takes a small sip from each to show that neither was poisoned and offers one to his host.

[CosmicOccurence]

"Very well, thank you," Theo says to the butler as the man leaves. He finishes meal soon after and spends his remaining time in his room. While no one was looking he was able to practice his telekinesis to his heart's content. He went through a series of routines from floating out the pokeballs for Torch and Sparky, to untying a drawstring on his coin purse without jingling the coins inside, and opening doors while moving towards them. All things he's done before, but practice keeps him sharp and before long he feels it's time to leave. He goes out to the front of the manor and waits for his Lord's nephew.

Even though arrive slightly early, the Nestor, the nephew, is already there complaining loudly and asking why they couldn't leave yet. There was a large carriage with two rhyhorn harnessed to it.

Would you hurry up already? I'd like to make it into the city before nightfall. Of course, nightfall was nowhere near, that didn't stop him from complaining about it.

[Major]

As you reported in to Halt, the once famous ranger who retired years ago and now works to ensure the rangers work smoothly with ear other, he hands you a sheaf of papers. Not today Ovelia. I have other work for you. A monster killed two children out in Noctowl's Hollow, and we want you to take care of it. Noctowl's Hollow was a small village in the Royal Forest.

Wilbur and a squire will ensure the King is fine for today. Wilbur was a trainee in the ranger program. Tall and awkward, he had a long way to go before becoming a full ranger.

When Ovelia heard the news she hesitated for a moment. She knew that sometimes she'd be sent on other missions and wouldn't always be doing the same thing, but she loved her job. It wasn't her love for working at the palace and watching over the King, however, that caused the hesitation. "Wilbur, sir?" OVelia asked, trying to hide the surprise by disguising her question as just a casual one. "I mean no disrespect, but shouldn't someone with more experience shouldn't be guarding His Royal Majesty?" Ovelia asked as she took the sheet of papers and glanced through them. She didn't want it to seem like she was against the order and showing disrespect, so she tried to act casual about it.

[CosmicOccurence]

Phew. C'mon Patience. The day is young. Though we should probably avoid the market for a while. Sticking to the alleyways for a little bit longer, Janan explored some of the less traveled streets in hopes of finding a public bath. He let Patience sit out on his shoulder. The little guy had a knack for picking out trouble.

You find a bath without any trouble, and your stench ensured that pickpockets avoided you. The attendents handed you a towel and some soap while keeping their distance from you, and you were admitted into the steaming hot baths after paying the 1 drachma entry fee.

[CosmicOccurence]

"I'd say a glass of Galla's finest wine says business has been good." Captain Rayleigh says smoothly as he got out the goblets and poured the two of them drinks. "Unless I am mistaken, you were born in Gavent. Have you kept up with how your country of birth is doing? One of my captains told me that the Gavnti port he sacked this year had fallen on hard times. Only haul worth noting was a half-dozen crates of silk."

He takes a small sip from each to show that neither was poisoned and offers one to his host.

He takes the wine with a nod, though he still tests the liquid with a pinch of powder before sipping out of it. He smacks his lips and places the goblet on his table.

Indeed I did originally come from Gavent, though I'm afraid I haven't been there in quite some time. My captain seems to think that I might be tempted to return to my former life if I returned to my homeland. I'm sorry to hear that it's fallen so far though, it truly has some remarkable wonders in it.

I'm sure I could point you to some of the more lucrative cities though. I certainly remember that much about it, and I think I may have some beautifully drawn maps of the area lying around.

[CosmicOccurence]

When Ovelia heard the news she hesitated for a moment. She knew that sometimes she'd be sent on other missions and wouldn't always be doing the same thing, but she loved her job. It wasn't her love for working at the palace and watching over the King, however, that caused the hesitation. "Wilbur, sir?" OVelia asked, trying to hide the surprise by disguising her question as just a casual one. "I mean no disrespect, but shouldn't someone with more experience shouldn't be guarding His Royal Majesty?" Ovelia asked as she took the sheet of papers and glanced through them. She didn't want it to seem like she was against the order and showing disrespect, so she tried to act casual about it.

He'll be fine. We've got a squire by Jonathan's side at all times, and there are knights all over the palace. It isn't perfect, but we need you in the field today, and the other two regulars left for the north a week ago. We haven't received any carrier pidgeys yet, but we're keeping our hopes up. It was obvious from his voice that he was worried. Even with 100 rangers, they had become spread too thin recently. There was just so much that needed to be done, and not enough people to take care of it.

The papers contained all the information you needed. Maps of the area with markings where the beast had been sighted. A description, with an artist's sketch on what they thought the beast looked like. They thought it was an ursaring, but nobody knew for sure, as those who had seen it had died.

At the second killing there were other tracks. We don't know if they also participated, or if they came after. Some kind of canine pokemon.

Be careful on this one Ovelia. You may be one of the King's guards, but you still have a long way to go. Don't get overconfident - we can't afford to lose you.

[Major]

Rabid Ursaring from Prologue....fuuuuuuuuccccc

"Thank you, will do. I'll find the monster, deal with it, and get back here before you know it." Ovelia said folding up the paper and tucking it into her pouch. "Anything else before I go?" Ovelia kept her disappointment inside as she thought about the mission. She reminded herself that this job was important too. Children had died, King Jonathan was nothing but kind and he probably cared about this. Even if it didn't protect his body, killing this creature would ease his mind and help him focus on other matters. With this motivation, Ovelia found it easier to find the determination and focus she'd need.

[MintyNinja]

Even though arrive slightly early, the Nestor, the nephew, is already there complaining loudly and asking why they couldn't leave yet. There was a large carriage with two rhyhorn harnessed to it.

Would you hurry up already? I'd like to make it into the city before nightfall. Of course, nightfall was nowhere near, that didn't stop him from complaining about it.

"Yes, certainly," Theo says. His acquiescence to the young man serves as a sharp reminder why wealth is important. It made the people that had it important, and from that comes a certain amount of power. But Theo has powers of his own, and while he rides in the carriage with the young man he periodically checks in on Nestor's surface thoughts. Theo knows to talk only if his Lord's nephew starts the conversation, such is the place of personal staff.

[MesiDoomstalker]

You find a bath without any trouble, and your stench ensured that pickpockets avoided you. The attendents handed you a towel and some soap while keeping their distance from you, and you were admitted into the steaming hot baths after paying the 1 drachma entry fee.

Janan strips wrapping his belongings in a bundle of his pants. He made sure they remained within his sight at all times. He let Fury out as well. Behave yourself. Enjoy a soak. Fury snarls, letting out a puff of smoke in Janan's face before gently lowering himself into the hot water. As Janan eased himself in, Patience cannonballs, splashing him with the steaming hot water. Yoaw! Patience giggles, little bubbles surfacing from his mouth. Fury cracks a toothy smile.

After a good long soak (avoiding splashes from Patience), Janan gets out and dons his clothes. That was good. Like it Fury. The tiny dragon doesn't look at him but he was looking far more relaxed. C'mon. Lets go see if we can find some work. Returning the dragon, Janan heads back out in search of work.

[planswalker]

He takes the wine with a nod, though he still tests the liquid with a pinch of powder before sipping out of it. He smacks his lips and places the goblet on his table.

Indeed I did originally come from Gavent, though I'm afraid I haven't been there in quite some time. My captain seems to think that I might be tempted to return to my former life if I returned to my homeland. I'm sorry to hear that it's fallen so far though, it truly has some remarkable wonders in it.

I'm sure I could point you to some of the more lucrative cities though. I certainly remember that much about it, and I think I may have some beautifully drawn maps of the area lying around.

"If you would be so generous, I would be in your debt. I like to send at least one ship by those waters every year to keep me in silks to trade and rice to eat. If I could actually get the Crew to draw a profit there, I would be pleased."

[CosmicOccurence]

Janan strips wrapping his belongings in a bundle of his pants. He made sure they remained within his sight at all times. He let Fury out as well. Behave yourself. Enjoy a soak. Fury snarls, letting out a puff of smoke in Janan's face before gently lowering himself into the hot water. As Janan eased himself in, Patience cannonballs, splashing him with the steaming hot water. Yoaw! Patience giggles, little bubbles surfacing from his mouth. Fury cracks a toothy smile.

After a good long soak (avoiding splashes from Patience), Janan gets out and dons his clothes. That was good. Like it Fury. The tiny dragon doesn't look at him but he was looking far more relaxed. C'mon. Lets go see if we can find some work. Returning the dragon, Janan heads back out in search of work.

While avoiding the bazaar like the plague, work is hard to find. You could always go to one of the taverns: they were always looking for youngsters who were willing to take a trip to the outskirts of town where there were patches of berries grew. Wild pokemon frequented these patches, so the work was moderately dangerous, but the chefs didn't seem to care if their workers got injured. It paid 10 drachmas a trip.

The Bloody Hand was an option. It was a dangerous group, but opportunities awaited for those who had not morals or were desperate.

The third option was to go to the Conclave and join it. There were plenty of job listings there for those who were willing to take on danger, but they charged an initiation fee: 200 Drachmas, which you didn't have.

And then of course, there was always theft and pick-pocketing.

[CosmicOccurence]

Rabid Ursaring from Prologue....fuuuuuuuuccccc

"Thank you, will do. I'll find the monster, deal with it, and get back here before you know it." Ovelia said folding up the paper and tucking it into her pouch. "Anything else before I go?" Ovelia kept her disappointment inside as she thought about the mission. She reminded herself that this job was important too. Children had died, King Jonathan was nothing but kind and he probably cared about this. Even if it didn't protect his body, killing this creature would ease his mind and help him focus on other matters. With this motivation, Ovelia found it easier to find the determination and focus she'd need.

Here He tossed you a cloth tube. Inside was a bow and arrows. You might find it useful, but make sure you return it in working order. You should think about getting one for yourself someday; most rangers have one, especially those who also have flying mounts.

[MesiDoomstalker]

While avoiding the bazaar like the plague, work is hard to find. You could always go to one of the taverns: they were always looking for youngsters who were willing to take a trip to the outskirts of town where there were patches of berries grew. Wild pokemon frequented these patches, so the work was moderately dangerous, but the chefs didn't seem to care if their workers got injured. It paid 10 drachmas a trip.

The Bloody Hand was an option. It was a dangerous group, but opportunities awaited for those who had not morals or were desperate.

The third option was to go to the Conclave and join it. There were plenty of job listings there for those who were willing to take on danger, but they charged an initiation fee: 200 Drachmas, which you didn't have.

And then of course, there was always theft and pick-pocketing.

Janan has escaped a military camp as a slave of the most powerful man in the area. He wasn't afraid of danger. He seeks out the Bloody Hands for work.

[CosmicOccurence]

"Yes, certainly," Theo says. His acquiescence to the young man serves as a sharp reminder why wealth is important. It made the people that had it important, and from that comes a certain amount of power. But Theo has powers of his own, and while he rides in the carriage with the young man he periodically checks in on Nestor's surface thoughts. Theo knows to talk only if his Lord's nephew starts the conversation, such is the place of personal staff.

Nestor obviously did not have the mental control that you, your teacher, or Lord Tarril had. His mind was an open book for you to read, and the young man seemed to have forgotten that you were a translator with the ability to read minds.

He planned on ditching you as soon as he found an opportunity when in the city and going to a whorehouse to have some fun. He didn't plan on returning until the middle of the next day on the back of his new ponyta.

The vehicle stopped, and the driver opened the door for the two of you. Nestor quickly hopped out, and motioned for you to follow him. Orothan's cobbled roads were lined with storefronts and businesses even though you were on the edge of town. Slaves and servants walked the streets while carrying large amounts of supplies, and the wealthier merchants either rode on ponytaback or in a rhyhorn propelled cart. Nestor quickly walked down the street to the breeding center, a large building with land out back for their newly hatched pokemon to roam. He waited in front of the store, obviously waiting for somebody to open the door for him.

[CosmicOccurence]

"If you would be so generous, I would be in your debt. I like to send at least one ship by those waters every year to keep me in silks to trade and rice to eat. If I could actually get the Crew to draw a profit there, I would be pleased."

I'm not interested in vague promises Captain Bartholomew. Swear on you ship that you will return the favor to me when I call it in. It probably won't even be that long of a wait - I think I'll have need of a battler of your caliber before too much time has passed.

I can guarantee my map has enough information to make it worth your time. His lips curled upwards slightly in the smallest of smiles.

[Major]

"Never was good at flying. Styler and sword has worked so far, but better safe then sorry." Ovelia says taking the bow and arrow and strapping them to her back.

And with that, Ovelia headed outside and released Maximus. Once she had mounted her mount, she recalled Sir Hector to his pokeball and started riding in the direction on the map.

[MintyNinja]

Nestor obviously did not have the mental control that you, your teacher, or Lord Tarril had. His mind was an open book for you to read, and the young man seemed to have forgotten that you were a translator with the ability to read minds.

He planned on ditching you as soon as he found an opportunity when in the city and going to a whorehouse to have some fun. He didn't plan on returning until the middle of the next day on the back of his new ponyta.

The vehicle stopped, and the driver opened the door for the two of you. Nestor quickly hopped out, and motioned for you to follow him. Orothan's cobbled roads were lined with storefronts and businesses even though you were on the edge of town. Slaves and servants walked the streets while carrying large amounts of supplies, and the wealthier merchants either rode on ponytaback or in a rhyhorn propelled cart. Nestor quickly walked down the street to the breeding center, a large building with land out back for their newly hatched pokemon to roam. He waited in front of the store, obviously waiting for somebody to open the door for him.

Theo decides that not reminding Nestor of his abilities is the best course of action. However, this has the annoying side effect of leaving only him to manually open all the doors for this stuck up brat. Just do your duty, and keep an eye on him, Theo reminds himself. He follows Nestor to the Breeding Center and opens the door as quickly as he can for the young man. If they think me a simple steward, then I have that advantage in trade talks.

[planswalker]

I'm not interested in vague promises Captain Bartholomew. Swear on you ship that you will return the favor to me when I call it in. It probably won't even be that long of a wait - I think I'll have need of a battler of your caliber before too much time has passed.

I can guarantee my map has enough information to make it worth your time. His lips curled upwards slightly in the smallest of smiles.

"Then on the Moon Shade, I shall return the favor when you call it in." Captain Rayleigh says, adding import to his voice to make it convincing. Unless the boy-captain was unimaginative enough to ask to become the next lord of Merrin's Grave, it would be a small thing to return the favor. He had no interest in stirring up the Treasure Island Crew by breaking faith with a fledgling.

[CosmicOccurence]

Janan has escaped a military camp as a slave of the most powerful man in the area. He wasn't afraid of danger. He seeks out the Bloody Hands for work.

The lowest portions of the Bloody Hand are quite common. You can find small groups of thieves tattooed with a red handprint in any part of the city if you know where to look. Your life on the streets of Kamfrietta led you to a beat down restaurant called The Strung Sandile, and a dead sandile hung from the sign on a length of cord. The smell drove away any customers that might come for the food.

Though the sign hung in the main street, the actual entrance was in an alleyway dark alleyway filled with feces and trash.

Perception Check please

[CosmicOccurence]

"Never was good at flying. Styler and sword has worked so far, but better safe then sorry." Ovelia says taking the bow and arrow and strapping them to her back.

And with that, Ovelia headed outside and released Maximus. Once she had mounted her mount, she recalled Sir Hector to his pokeball and started riding in the direction on the map.

Called the Royal Forest because of its close proximity to the palace, the trees were thick with age, though a well worn path led from and to the various towns that occupied the forest.

Noctowl's Hollow was a small village about four hours out of the city on Maximus's back. The walled city opened its gates readily for you, and a small, withered woman waited for you. She gripped a cane in her hand, and a litwick floated by her side. Nobody else ventured into view, and those few who were already outside quickly went indoors. Once again, the ranger's role as secret police ensured that those without experience with the rangers wanted nothing to do with them. This woman, however, seemed comfortable with you; she was probably some kind of leader in the village.

Greetings stranger. My name is Medina, the headwoman of this village.

You're a ranger aren't you? Did the king send you to help us?

Forgot to tell you, lv 5 bow and 20 arrows. Nothing else special about it.

[CosmicOccurence]

Theo decides that not reminding Nestor of his abilities is the best course of action. However, this has the annoying side effect of leaving only him to manually open all the doors for this stuck up brat. Just do your duty, and keep an eye on him, Theo reminds himself. He follows Nestor to the Breeding Center and opens the door as quickly as he can for the young man. If they think me a simple steward, then I have that advantage in trade talks.

The trading center was large, and it buzzed with buisness. Behind the large counter that was about midway into the room lay a multitude of shelves. On them sat hundreds upon hundreds of eggs nested in straw. Baby pokemon roamed in small enclosures and played with each other. Pidgeys with small notes attached to their legs flitted in and out of windows near the top of the building to deliver messages to workers and guests. Armed guards stood near the exits to prevent theft, and all the workers carried weapons of some kind.

Seeing noble garb, an attendant quickly hurried up to the two of you. Welcome. How may I help you?

Nestor refused to say anything, but he had mentioned in the car that he only did business with those who were experienced and powerful - in this case the mount breeder. Someone like an attendant would be below him. You were expected to do the talking for now.

Seeing Nestor's reaction, the attendant turned to you, mind full of annoyance at stuck up noble brats.

[CosmicOccurence]

"Then on the Moon Shade, I shall return the favor when you call it in." Captain Rayleigh says, adding import to his voice to make it convincing. Unless the boy-captain was unimaginative enough to ask to become the next lord of Merrin's Grave, it would be a small thing to return the favor. He had no interest in stirring up the Treasure Island Crew by breaking faith with a fledgling.

Wonderful. He seemed content with your words, so he drained his goblet quickly and stood. He casually walked over to a large chest in the corner and removed a key from a necklace hidden in his outfit. He placed it in keyhole and turned it. After retrieving a canvas tube, he turned back to you.

This is something my father gave me when I was very young. It's a map of Gavent and its secrets. I don't know how he got it, but the Oracle of Phoebus confirmed the truth of parts of it. Sadly, my captain has not graced me with the pleasure of raiding Gavent, so I have not graced him with the knowledge of this map. He offers the tube for you to open.

Careful with it. It's quite old.

[Major]

"Ranger Verene, yes." Ovelia said with a nod as she dismounted Maximus and recalled the pokemon, "The King sent me to investigate the murders and to stop them." She said glancing around, "Do you have any new leads that the capital doesn't have already?" She asked.

[MesiDoomstalker]

The lowest portions of the Bloody Hand are quite common. You can find small groups of thieves tattooed with a red handprint in any part of the city if you know where to look. Your life on the streets of Kamfrietta led you to a beat down restaurant called The Strung Sandile, and a dead sandile hung from the sign on a length of cord. The smell drove away any customers that might come for the food.

Though the sign hung in the main street, the actual entrance was in an alleyway dark alleyway filled with feces and trash.

Perception Check please

Janan crept to the dark alleyway when no one was looking, making a point of avoiding the feces. He just cleaned himself off, he didn't want to get covered in crap again.
[roll0]

[MintyNinja]

The trading center was large, and it buzzed with buisness. Behind the large counter that was about midway into the room lay a multitude of shelves. On them sat hundreds upon hundreds of eggs nested in straw. Baby pokemon roamed in small enclosures and played with each other. Pidgeys with small notes attached to their legs flitted in and out of windows near the top of the building to deliver messages to workers and guests. Armed guards stood near the exits to prevent theft, and all the workers carried weapons of some kind.

Seeing noble garb, an attendant quickly hurried up to the two of you. Welcome. How may I help you?

Nestor refused to say anything, but he had mentioned in the car that he only did business with those who were experienced and powerful - in this case the mount breeder. Someone like an attendant would be below him. You were expected to do the talking for now.

Seeing Nestor's reaction, the attendant turned to you, mind full of annoyance at stuck up noble brats.

"Good morning," Theo says politely. Treating the attendant well takes little to no effort and is considerably more helpful than treating him rudely. "The young master is here to buy himself a ponyta. I've merely been sent to handle the details. How's the selection, if I may ask an honest man's opinion?" While the attendant answers Theo does a quick scan of the man's thoughts, seeing if he can find any insider info without having to pay for it.

[planswalker]

Wonderful. He seemed content with your words, so he drained his goblet quickly and stood. He casually walked over to a large chest in the corner and removed a key from a necklace hidden in his outfit. He placed it in keyhole and turned it. After retrieving a canvas tube, he turned back to you.

This is something my father gave me when I was very young. It's a map of Gavent and its secrets. I don't know how he got it, but the Oracle of Phoebus confirmed the truth of parts of it. Sadly, my captain has not graced me with the pleasure of raiding Gavent, so I have not graced him with the knowledge of this map. He offers the tube for you to open.

Careful with it. It's quite old.

Bartholomew will accept it and not look. "I trust you to have dealt in good faith with me. If there is nothing else, I think I should ask my leave and get this to my navigator. If you would, keep the rest of the bottle and drink to friendly relations among fellow Crews."

[CosmicOccurence]

Janan crept to the dark alleyway when no one was looking, making a point of avoiding the feces. He just cleaned himself off, he didn't want to get covered in crap again.
[roll0]

While walking into the alleyway, you missed the dark colored spikes lying on the dirty cobblestones. A small shape rises out of a pile of trash, and calls out in a gravelly voice.

Trubbish A small face appears over the rooftops after a couple seconds. His sandy blond hair hung down in a ponytail, and he made no move to come off the roof and help you.

Now who the muk are you? Not a spearhead are you?

You are now poisoned. Spearhead is slang for the domestic military force - read police - in carthak

[MesiDoomstalker]

While walking into the alleyway, you missed the dark colored spikes lying on the dirty cobblestones. A small shape rises out of a pile of trash, and calls out in a gravelly voice.

Trubbish A small face appears over the rooftops after a couple seconds. His sandy blond hair hung down in a ponytail, and he made no move to come off the roof and help you.

Now who the muk are you? Not a spearhead are you?

You are now poisoned. Spearhead is slang for the domestic military force - read police - in carthak

Janan yelps as he steps on the spike, hopping backwards and falling on his butt. MOTHER MUKKER! OW! No I'm not a Judged Spearhead! I was just looking for some work! This is how you treat new people.... Janan grabs the enchanted cloth Abdul had given to him. He had taken him a while to decipher what the runes did, but he know knew they cured status conditions and based on the welts on his foot, it would be needed right here. He rubs his foot with the cloth, the welt disappearing and the runes on the cloth glowing and then disappearing.

[CosmicOccurence]

"Good morning," Theo says politely. Treating the attendant well takes little to no effort and is considerably more helpful than treating him rudely. "The young master is here to buy himself a ponyta. I've merely been sent to handle the details. How's the selection, if I may ask an honest man's opinion?" While the attendant answers Theo does a quick scan of the man's thoughts, seeing if he can find any insider info without having to pay for it.

Our selection is quite good. We pride ourselves in being the best mount breeders in the whole city. We offer only the best, and you won't find better prices anywhere in the city. It was obviously just marketing. However, the attendant is quickly resolving to screw your master over for his obvious arrogance. Something about a bucking ponyta.

He leads you out a side door into a large pasture where many types of mount pokemon roamed, though the vast majority were ponyta. Our best stock are in the stables, if you'll follow me. he states while walking.

When you enter the stables, you smell ponyta manure, hair, and flames. They were all bred to be the most reliable mounts possible. Would you like to ride one?

Nestor gruffly asserts his confirmation, and looks around for a suitable mount.

[CosmicOccurence]

Bartholomew will accept it and not look. "I trust you to have dealt in good faith with me. If there is nothing else, I think I should ask my leave and get this to my navigator. If you would, keep the rest of the bottle and drink to friendly relations among fellow Crews."

Somewhat surprisingly, nothing happens on your way off the ship. Apparently, the man didn't have the mind or nerve to try and ambush you. You arrived back on your ship without any incident of note occuring.

[MintyNinja]

As Nestor is distracted seeking a mount (something he plans to repeat after he shakes his "steward"), Theo approaches the salesman. In a low whisper he says, "If the young lord falls, so be it. If the young lord is hurt, however, then I will be forced to consider the guidance we received here. Are we understood?" As he says this he takes a quick scan into the man's mind, wary of surprises.

[planswalker]

Glad to know something simple actually was simple to accomplish, Captain Rayleigh has his crew sail off for Merrin's Grave.

"Did you get it?" Jon his pilot asked eagerly.

"But of course. And it only cost me one bottle of cheap wine poured in a fancy wine bottle to get it. Very reasonable fellow, but clearly not a wine connoisseur. Anyways, yes, he parted with his map willingly in exchange for a favor some time in the future. Unless the pup's a lot more creative than typical, it shouldn't be too big an issue. And if he is... I may just try to steal him out from the Treasure Island Crew to work for me." He hands the map tube to his pilot for inspection.

"Think this might be useful to you in plotting our next job?"

The man grins and takes it back to his map room to examine in detail.

"Now then, someone fetch me my swords! I don't plan on being caught without them if we encounter trouble on our way back home." Once they were brought to him in their odd dual-scabbard, Captain Rayleigh fastens it to his belt and stares off towards his home as his black ship glides along the waves.

[CosmicOccurence]

"Ranger Verene, yes." Ovelia said with a nod as she dismounted Maximus and recalled the pokemon, "The King sent me to investigate the murders and to stop them." She said glancing around, "Do you have any new leads that the capital doesn't have already?" She asked.

Medina shakes her head in a negative. Unfortunately not. The homes of the victims are a little off town. She releases a ponyta that knelt obediently for her to mount.

The two of you ride a couple minutes with two armed guards out to a cottage. This is where the second attack took place. The cottage itself was in good shape, but the inside bore the signs of a fight.

We had one of our huntsman look to see if he could find any information. We'd be more than happy to share it with you. The sooner this monster is caught, the better. We should be alright during the day, but I don't let anybody leave the village when night falls.

Due to Detective being Cha based, you may make a cha check to look for clues if you so choose.

[Major]

"Thanks, I'll look around here then see if I can find your huntsman." Ovelia notes as she looks around. It was interesting that the outside was barely untouched. "What kinds of wilds live around here? I can probably use the styler to track down this monster."


Cha: [roll0]

Edit: meant +4 but doubt it will matter.

[CosmicOccurence]

Janan yelps as he steps on the spike, hopping backwards and falling on his butt. MOTHER MUKKER! OW! No I'm not a Judged Spearhead! I was just looking for some work! This is how you treat new people.... Janan grabs the enchanted cloth Abdul had given to him. He had taken him a while to decipher what the runes did, but he know knew they cured status conditions and based on the welts on his foot, it would be needed right here. He rubs his foot with the cloth, the welt disappearing and the runes on the cloth glowing and then disappearing.

Glad you're not here for some stupid reason, but we don't let no talentless street rat join. You've got to beat Burr to prove you've got some skill.

Patience quickly motions at you. The pile of trash was about to attack.

[MesiDoomstalker]

Glad you're not here for some stupid reason, but we don't let no talentless street rat join. You've got to beat Burr to prove you've got some skill.

Patience quickly motions at you. The pile of trash was about to attack.

Janan bursts into action, delivering a spinning kick to the mobile trashbag. Mid-spin, he pushes against the ground lifting himself up, opening the window for Patience to dash underneath him, slamming into the garbage bag.

Unarmed Arms Attack
[roll0] AC 6 Physical Normal
[roll1]
Quick Attack
[roll2] AC 2 Physical Normal
[roll3]
Patience ends in D15, same square as Janan

[CosmicOccurence]

As Nestor is distracted seeking a mount (something he plans to repeat after he shakes his "steward"), Theo approaches the salesman. In a low whisper he says, "If the young lord falls, so be it. If the young lord is hurt, however, then I will be forced to consider the guidance we received here. Are we understood?" As he says this he takes a quick scan into the man's mind, wary of surprises.

The steward's eyes open wide in surprise when you spoke to him. What? and then he blinks, and he realizes what had happened. A filthy noble and a psychic. Wonderful.

Nestor quickly selected a ponyta and took it to the attendant. Saddle him. He inclined his head and got to work. When the ponyta was saddled, Nestor mounted it. At the same time, the attendant formed a bond with the pokemon, merging minds with it. To one without your powers, nothing of note happened, but your insight allowed you to see the truth.

Do I still have your permission to teach him a lesson oh great and powerful psychic? thought the attendant dryly, with his mind dripping sarcasm.

[CosmicOccurence]

Glad to know something simple actually was simple to accomplish, Captain Rayleigh has his crew sail off for Merrin's Grave.

"Did you get it?" Jon his pilot asked eagerly.

"But of course. And it only cost me one bottle of cheap wine poured in a fancy wine bottle to get it. Very reasonable fellow, but clearly not a wine connoisseur. Anyways, yes, he parted with his map willingly in exchange for a favor some time in the future. Unless the pup's a lot more creative than typical, it shouldn't be too big an issue. And if he is... I may just try to steal him out from the Treasure Island Crew to work for me." He hands the map tube to his pilot for inspection.

"Think this might be useful to you in plotting our next job?"

The man grins and takes it back to his map room to examine in detail.

"Now then, someone fetch me my swords! I don't plan on being caught without them if we encounter trouble on our way back home." Once they were brought to him in their odd dual-scabbard, Captain Rayleigh fastens it to his belt and stares off towards his home as his black ship glides along the waves.

As you strap on your swords, a storm breaks out without warning. Your sense hadn't told you that a storm was on the way, and somebody with as much time on the sea as you knew when natural storms were on the horizon. There also didn't seem to be an pokemon working mischief on the ocean at the moment.

Then, a booming voice rang out over the waves, and it came from inside the ship.

Who dares to look upon the treasures of Gavent without the blood of ancients running in their veins?

A man runs up to you, he wasn't anything special among your personal crew. His name was Marcus, an ex Attican who joined a couple years back. Sir. I was outside the map room when the door exploded. It's like there's a hurricane in there right now.

[CosmicOccurence]

"Thanks, I'll look around here then see if I can find your huntsman." Ovelia notes as she looks around. It was interesting that the outside was barely untouched. "What kinds of wilds live around here? I can probably use the styler to track down this monster."


Cha: [roll0]

Edit: meant +4 but doubt it will matter.


You can't find anything of note aside from the fact that there had been a battle and that there were several different types of pokemon involved. They also seemed to have used the door both times, which was extremely odd for pokemon.

Wilds? We've got the standard for forests in this area. Lot's of bugs and grass types. A couple canines. Every once in a while we stumble upon a voltorb or an evee. Can you use your styler to find a pokemon with tracking abilities?

[CosmicOccurence]

Janan bursts into action, delivering a spinning kick to the mobile trashbag. Mid-spin, he pushes against the ground lifting himself up, opening the window for Patience to dash underneath him, slamming into the garbage bag.

Unarmed Arms Attack
[roll0] AC 6 Physical Normal
[roll1]
Quick Attack
[roll2] AC 2 Physical Normal
[roll3]
Patience ends in D15, same square as Janan

The pokemon responds by spitting a column of acid that splattered on both you and Patience doing 16 special poison damage and lowering Patience's spDef by 2 CS.

[MesiDoomstalker]

The pokemon responds by spitting a column of acid that splattered on both you and Patience doing 16 special poison damage and lowering Patience's spDef by 2 CS.

Janan spits the acrid liquid out of his mouth. Raising his leg high, he slams his heel into the bag, while Pateince delivers a quick kick to its relative face.

Patience Sdef is so low the Stat drop did nothing!
Unarmed Arms Attack
[roll0] AC 6 Physical Normal
[roll1]
Quick Attack
[roll2]AC 2 Physical Normal
[roll3]

[Major]

"Not specifically, but I can know to start looking for them or try and lure them out with food they like." Ovelia said, "Do the canines even try and beg for food or anything? Anything you know they happen to like?"

[Scribe of Gods]

The ship holds a strange mixture of people: sailors who worked on the ship, merchants looking to make it big in the Isles, and warriors who thought they had a chance to escape their past life by joining a pirate crew. You will be travelling with these people along the Sea of Falling Stars, across the Stormwrack, and into the Islands where you will make landfall at Shipwreck Cove. The ship will be stopping periodically at port cities to restock and allow the passengers to stretch their legs.

The mess hall was a loud and boisterous place. Drink aplenty and fresh meat were on the menu, this would be the best you ate in a long time. After tonight, your meals will be bland: full of fish and sea biscuits.

After you sat down to eat, a man came walking down to the mess hall. He spoke confidently as the crowd listened. Hello, I am the captian of this ship. Before we set out, there are a few rules I need to set out. First, you will listen to me and my sailors without question. We talk, you listen, or we leave you at the nearest port with only the clothes on your back. Second, if you want to battle, do it on the decks. Third, we'll be stopping at port cities along the way. You're welcome to explore, but if you aren't back when we leave, we won't wait for you. He leaves quickly, and the loud chatter resumed.

Ghalib devoured his meal with great relish. The remnants of a juicy Tauros-bone steak, medium rare, lay scattered on his plate next to the discarded leek garnish, which Ghalib considered to be merely an obstacle on his quest for a delicious dining experience. The beverage of choice was a whimsical red wine with an elegant bouquet and a full body. It was purportedly harvested from the foothills of the Yengal Mountains, although he doubted that very much. More than likely it was raided by pirates from Port Cain and traded for a few extra hands, but it was not worthy of complaint. Galla made a fine wine, after all!

He was disappointed to see that the quality of the wine was lost on the majority of the diners. Around him sailors gleefully sang themselves into a drunken stupor.

"Come, come, my jolly lads, the wind's abaft,
Brisk gales our sails shall crowd;
Then bustle, bustle, boys, haul the boat,
The boatswain pipes aloud.
All hands on board, our ship's unmoored,
The rising gale fills ev'ry sail,
Our ship's well manned and stored."

He couldn't help but join in with the jovial chorus. Every denizen of Port Said knew the song by heart, and it was considered bad luck to not at least whistle when the tune was heard.

"Then sling the flowing bowl..
Then sling the flowing bowl...
Fond hopes arise, the girls we prize
Shall bless each jovial soul;
Then the can, boys, bring,
We'll drink and sing,
While the foaming billows roll."

Ghalib was content. His belly was full, his spirits were high, and his journey had just begun. But the evening was still young, and his drink had him feeling confident. At any gathering of people, there were always potential customers just waiting to be schmoozed. He may not have had the product just yet, but he was sure he could sell the prospect. With that in mind, he set off to explore the ship and find someone with a fat wallet needing lightening.

[MintyNinja]

The steward's eyes open wide in surprise when you spoke to him. What? and then he blinks, and he realizes what had happened. A filthy noble and a psychic. Wonderful.

Nestor quickly selected a ponyta and took it to the attendant. Saddle him. He inclined his head and got to work. When the ponyta was saddled, Nestor mounted it. At the same time, the attendant formed a bond with the pokemon, merging minds with it. To one without your powers, nothing of note happened, but your insight allowed you to see the truth.

Do I still have your permission to teach him a lesson oh great and powerful psychic? thought the attendant dryly, with his mind dripping sarcasm.

Yes, as long as you tell him that this particular ponyta has a rambunctious personality. That puts the choice in his hands, Theo tells the attendant. And I would be grateful if you don't mention the psychic to him, it gives me a chance to mess with him later. While the ponyta is saddled and Nestor looks all proud and pompous, Theo does a light scan of the young man's mind to once again assure himself that all is well.

[planswalker]

As you strap on your swords, a storm breaks out without warning. Your sense hadn't told you that a storm was on the way, and somebody with as much time on the sea as you knew when natural storms were on the horizon. There also didn't seem to be an pokemon working mischief on the ocean at the moment.

Then, a booming voice rang out over the waves, and it came from inside the ship.

Who dares to look upon the treasures of Gavent without the blood of ancients running in their veins?

A man runs up to you, he wasn't anything special among your personal crew. His name was Marcus, an ex Attican who joined a couple years back. Sir. I was outside the map room when the door exploded. It's like there's a hurricane in there right now.

Only half-surprised that the map is protected and therefore potentially useless to them, Captain Rayleigh now is glad he gave the man cheap wine. He makes a run for the map room at as fast a run as one can on a ship in an artificial storm. He does not yet draw forth his blades, wanting to not cause a fight if he doesn't have to.

"Jon, you alright?"

[CosmicOccurence]

Janan spits the acrid liquid out of his mouth. Raising his leg high, he slams his heel into the bag, while Pateince delivers a quick kick to its relative face.

Patience Sdef is so low the Stat drop did nothing!
Unarmed Arms Attack
[roll0] AC 6 Physical Normal
[roll1]
Quick Attack
[roll2]AC 2 Physical Normal
[roll3]

Wincing in pain, the Trubbish retreats back into its pile of trash.

Nice job. Here. He throws down a knotted rope. Come on up. We don't use the front door.

[CosmicOccurence]

"Not specifically, but I can know to start looking for them or try and lure them out with food they like." Ovelia said, "Do the canines even try and beg for food or anything? Anything you know they happen to like?"

Meat, and lots of it. I'm sure they had some salted in the cellar. You can use it to try and bait them out. She retrieves a couple of flanks preserved by salt and hands them to you.

Here. This should do the trick.

[CosmicOccurence]

Ghalib devoured his meal with great relish. The remnants of a juicy Tauros-bone steak, medium rare, lay scattered on his plate next to the discarded leek garnish, which Ghalib considered to be merely an obstacle on his quest for a delicious dining experience. The beverage of choice was a whimsical red wine with an elegant bouquet and a full body. It was purportedly harvested from the foothills of the Yengal Mountains, although he doubted that very much. More than likely it was raided by pirates from Port Cain and traded for a few extra hands, but it was not worthy of complaint. Galla made a fine wine, after all!

He was disappointed to see that the quality of the wine was lost on the majority of the diners. Around him sailors gleefully sang themselves into a drunken stupor.

"Come, come, my jolly lads, the wind's abaft,
Brisk gales our sails shall crowd;
Then bustle, bustle, boys, haul the boat,
The boatswain pipes aloud.
All hands on board, our ship's unmoored,
The rising gale fills ev'ry sail,
Our ship's well manned and stored."

He couldn't help but join in with the jovial chorus. Every denizen of Port Said knew the song by heart, and it was considered bad luck to not at least whistle when the tune was heard.

"Then sling the flowing bowl..
Then sling the flowing bowl...
Fond hopes arise, the girls we prize
Shall bless each jovial soul;
Then the can, boys, bring,
We'll drink and sing,
While the foaming billows roll."

Ghalib was content. His belly was full, his spirits were high, and his journey had just begun. But the evening was still young, and his drink had him feeling confident. At any gathering of people, there were always potential customers just waiting to be schmoozed. He may not have had the product just yet, but he was sure he could sell the prospect. With that in mind, he set off to explore the ship and find someone with a fat wallet needing lightening.

The talk of the table was that four particularly rich merchants were on board the Silver Wing: a fine wine trader from Ningal, a slave trader who was based in Kafrmietta, a Carthaki nobleman, and a gold prospector who ran a shop in Port Said. All were more than merely wealthy, and each had a good amount of resources at their disposal.

[CosmicOccurence]

Yes, as long as you tell him that this particular ponyta has a rambunctious personality. That puts the choice in his hands, Theo tells the attendant. And I would be grateful if you don't mention the psychic to him, it gives me a chance to mess with him later. While the ponyta is saddled and Nestor looks all proud and pompous, Theo does a light scan of the young man's mind to once again assure himself that all is well.

He blinks at you blandly, but follows your instructions to the letter. Patting the ponyta on the flank, he speaks to Nestor He's a little on the feisty side, so be gentle with him.

Nestor ignores the attendant and quickly guides the pokemon out into the pasture. He was fine for about a minute when the attendant acted. Using his magic, he asked the ponyta to buck the young noble off its back. It complied nicely, and Nestor soon occupied the mud, with a supposedly angry ponyta neighing over him.

It soon settled, but its noise had an unforeseen side effect: the herd of pokemon started to run in agitation, and picked up speed. Before you could blink, it had started to stampede, and Nestor was too busy whining about his fall to notice. Panicked thoughts dart around the attendants mind as he curses his bad luck.

Map (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0Al4jVK75mdpjdDdiQkRtaDhFeXVJZ2ZCSzlrOGNSQ nc#gid=2)

[CosmicOccurence]

Only half-surprised that the map is protected and therefore potentially useless to them, Captain Rayleigh now is glad he gave the man cheap wine. He makes a run for the map room at as fast a run as one can on a ship in an artificial storm. He does not yet draw forth his blades, wanting to not cause a fight if he doesn't have to.

"Jon, you alright?"

The wind in the map room almost blows you off your feet. Books, maps, chairs, and the weights to hold down map corners fly around the room dangerously as what appears to be a tornado engulfs the area. Jon lays on the floor, unconcious.

Slowly, the wind dies down and condenses itself into a green form while sporadic gusts continued to blowin the room. It's humanoid form had purple dots on it, and a white mustache and crest framed its face. A purple tail whipped out from behind him. Clouds formed his lower half, and they originated from the opened map next to Jon. A map from the wall had blown off and flew in front of your face the same figure was drawn there: Tornadus, one of the gods of the storm.


The figure looks down at you in contempt. You do not have the blood of the ancients either. You dare to look upon the treasures of Gavent without a claim to the royals? The legend was obviously preparing to launch another assault. This time aimed at you.

Map (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0Al4jVK75mdpjdDdiQkRtaDhFeXVJZ2ZCSzlrOGNSQ nc#gid=1), but there's nothing there right now. I can design the map room if you like, or you can.

[MesiDoomstalker]

Wincing in pain, the Trubbish retreats back into its pile of trash.

Nice job. Here. He throws down a knotted rope. Come on up. We don't use the front door.

Grumbling under his breath about wasted effort, he clambers up the rope, Patience hanging from his neck.

Exp?

[planswalker]

The wind in the map room almost blows you off your feet. Books, maps, chairs, and the weights to hold down map corners fly around the room dangerously as what appears to be a tornado engulfs the area. Jon lays on the floor, unconcious.

Slowly, the wind dies down and condenses itself into a green form while sporadic gusts continued to blowin the room. It's humanoid form had purple dots on it, and a white mustache and crest framed its face. A purple tail whipped out from behind him. Clouds formed his lower half, and they originated from the opened map next to Jon. A map from the wall had blown off and flew in front of your face the same figure was drawn there: Tornadus, one of the gods of the storm.


The figure looks down at you in contempt. You do not have the blood of the ancients either. You dare to look upon the treasures of Gavent without a claim to the royals? The legend was obviously preparing to launch another assault. This time aimed at you.

Map (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0Al4jVK75mdpjdDdiQkRtaDhFeXVJZ2ZCSzlrOGNSQ nc#gid=1), but there's nothing there right now. I can design the map room if you like, or you can.

your design sounds great. I'm not particularly attached to the map room.

Bartholomew will rest his hand on Aysune's hilt just in case and say, "No, I do not claim the blood of the ancients. However, I claim a right to that map by virtue of blood debt and by right of possession. I had not known of secrets within when I was given it. May we speak before this becomes violent?"

[roll0]

Yeah, absolutely no regrets about giving him cheap wine. Wish I had the bottle back so I could smash it over his head. He thinks about the pirate who gave him the map.

[Major]

Ovelia thanks the woman before mounting Maximus and heading into the woods. Once there, she set out the meat and waited, watching as stealthily as possible, ready to spring the trap.

[Scribe of Gods]

The talk of the table was that four particularly rich merchants were on board the Silver Wing: a fine wine trader from Ningal, a slave trader who was based in Kafrmietta, a Carthaki nobleman, and a gold prospector who ran a shop in Port Said. All were more than merely wealthy, and each had a good amount of resources at their disposal.

Ghalib was pleased with the results of his eavesdropping. Indeed, there was business aboard! While Ghalib had learned to not judge a customer merely upon their appearance or background, the Kafrmiettan slave trader did not sound like the sort of customer he would like to deal with it.

But he did share a common interest with the Ningalian, and that would be enough to at least spark up a conversation. Ningalian wine was, in Ghalib's opinion, the very best there was. The climate was perfect for cultivating the ideal crop. Culturally speaking, the wine trader might not be interested in an exotic pet Pokemon. They were more typically used as tools. However, the Ningali are a pretty open minded people, and a more easily opened mind means the same of their wallet!

Ghalib had not seen very many Ningali in his trade, but one could often pick them out of the marketplace - they were the ones walking with their noses in the air, thinking more highly of themselves than others. He was pretty confident he could pick this merchant out of the others just by his demeanor. He left the galley in search of clues to the trader's whereabouts.

[MintyNinja]

He blinks at you blandly, but follows your instructions to the letter. Patting the ponyta on the flank, he speaks to Nestor He's a little on the feisty side, so be gentle with him.

Nestor ignores the attendant and quickly guides the pokemon out into the pasture. He was fine for about a minute when the attendant acted. Using his magic, he asked the ponyta to buck the young noble off its back. It complied nicely, and Nestor soon occupied the mud, with a supposedly angry ponyta neighing over him.

It soon settled, but its noise had an unforeseen side effect: the herd of pokemon started to run in agitation, and picked up speed. Before you could blink, it had started to stampede, and Nestor was too busy whining about his fall to notice. Panicked thoughts dart around the attendants mind as he curses his bad luck.

Theo curses his own luck along with with the attendant. He sees no other option so he barrels into Nestor's mind and mentally says, Get up and get on that ponyta if you want to live! He knows that won't be enough, however, so he sends Torch out into the field and says, "Confuse the front two, it might draw them out of the way."

Torch: HP: 25/25, Def 8, SDef 8, Spd 5
Released on K20.
Confuse Ray on H17 and I18. Cannot miss.
Flies 3m up.

[CosmicOccurence]

Grumbling under his breath about wasted effort, he clambers up the rope, Patience hanging from his neck.

Exp?

Hearing your grumbling, the boy shrugged. Whad'ya expect? If you can't beat a trubbish, then you're trubbish to us.

He moves a piece of thatch in the center of the roof to reveal a hole in the ceiling. You hear distinct sounds of chatter, drinking songs, the smell of roasted meat wafts through the hole. This is the entrance we use. Come on in, but stay close. And don't touch anything. He clambers down a rope ladder into the building.

[CosmicOccurence]

Bartholomew will rest his hand on Aysune's hilt just in case and say, "No, I do not claim the blood of the ancients. However, I claim a right to that map by virtue of blood debt and by right of possession. I had not known of secrets within when I was given it. May we speak before this becomes violent?"

Yeah, absolutely no regrets about giving him cheap wine. Wish I had the bottle back so I could smash it over his head. He thinks about the pirate who gave him the map.[/QUOTE]

Neither did the maps last owner know of me. He had the blood of the ancients, and so I was not summoned.

Rights of debt and possession are not enough. Prove your strength in battle, and I shall allow you to look upon the map. Choose your weapons o rage of the waves. It has been long since somebody of your ability looked upon me. Perhaps you are the one. Perhaps you are not. We shall see.

By weapons, he means both actual weapons and pokemon. If you choose to fight, post your actions. If something significant changes between you and your mon's actions, you can change them.

Also, at some point could you get a me a quick design of your boat?

[url=https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0Al4jVK75mdpjdDdiQkRtaDhFeXVJZ2ZCSzlrOGNSQ nc#gid=1]Map[/ir;]

[MesiDoomstalker]

Hearing your grumbling, the boy shrugged. Whad'ya expect? If you can't beat a trubbish, then you're trubbish to us.

He moves a piece of thatch in the center of the roof to reveal a hole in the ceiling. You hear distinct sounds of chatter, drinking songs, the smell of roasted meat wafts through the hole. This is the entrance we use. Come on in, but stay close. And don't touch anything. He clambers down a rope ladder into the building.


Janan just nods, not saying anything. He motions to Patience, who takes a seat on his shoulder, facing backwards. He follows through the hole, sticking close.

[planswalker]

Bartholomew will rest his hand on Aysune's hilt just in case and say, "No, I do not claim the blood of the ancients. However, I claim a right to that map by virtue of blood debt and by right of possession. I had not known of secrets within when I was given it. May we speak before this becomes violent?"

Yeah, absolutely no regrets about giving him cheap wine. Wish I had the bottle back so I could smash it over his head. He thinks about the pirate who gave him the map.

Neither did the maps last owner know of me. He had the blood of the ancients, and so I was not summoned.

Rights of debt and possession are not enough. Prove your strength in battle, and I shall allow you to look upon the map. Choose your weapons o rage of the waves. It has been long since somebody of your ability looked upon me. Perhaps you are the one. Perhaps you are not. We shall see.

By weapons, he means both actual weapons and pokemon. If you choose to fight, post your actions. If something significant changes between you and your mon's actions, you can change them.

Also, at some point could you get a me a quick design of your boat?

[url=https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0Al4jVK75mdpjdDdiQkRtaDhFeXVJZ2ZCSzlrOGNSQ nc#gid=1]Map[/ir;][/QUOTE]

"Then I shall prepare and return ready to fight. If I cannot win the right to gaze upon the map at that time, I shall abandon my attempt to do so and shall seek to return it to whomever you deem worthy."

Captain Rayleigh leaves and tells his wardrobe boy. "Put my coat away and tell the bosun to ready my armor. The Monster has an engagement in an hour." The boy looks startled and excited at the same time and runs off to do just as his captain commanded. By the time Captain Rayleigh reached the armory so don his armor, news that the captain was go battle the being in the map room had spread all throughout the ship. It had been a long while since anyone had witnessed the captain fight personally in an all-out battle. He tended to avoid naval engagements when possible and raids on coastal towns usually had them running in, grabbing what they can, and running out before the local guard could respond. Though he'd have to occasionally fight at such times, he never wore his armor on those raids, declaring speed more vital than power. Still, the officers and more veteran members of his crew can recall the battle almost a year ago when the captain donned his armor and lead a boarding party on a Gallan warship to capture a shipment of gold. He had fought recklessly, unheeding of the enemy blows striking at him as his great black armor absorbed each blow. Aysune moved swift as a serpent, chopping through enemy soldiers as if they were reeds. At one point he even send a wave of dark energy out to take out a group of enemies that had surrounded him.

Long story short, the crew was looking forward to a show.

An hour later, Captain Rayleigh will return to the map room, ready to fight. Heracles his rhyperior is at his side.

"Seeing as you are a single combatant, I shall fight you with honor and only use a single pokemon myself." Captain Rayleigh explains.

He will draw forth Charbodis and advance forward deliberately. Heracles will keep pace with him and blast forth a series of rocks as an opening volley.

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]
[roll4]
[roll5]
[roll6]
[roll7]
[roll8]
[roll9]

disregard all rolls after the first miss.

the secondary attacks are assuming STAB applies as per RAW. If you rule otherwise, subtract 11 from each iterative attack.

[CosmicOccurence]

Ovelia thanks the woman before mounting Maximus and heading into the woods. Once there, she set out the meat and waited, watching as stealthily as possible, ready to spring the trap.

Two red canines come into the clearing, noses working overtime. They find the meat and dig into it with relish. They're so occupied that they don't notice your presence.

map (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0Al4jVK75mdpjdDdiQkRtaDhFeXVJZ2ZCSzlrOGNSQ nc#gid=3)

[Major]

"There we go." Ovelia says as she releases May the Nidorina, "Nidorina, stand on guard in case they charge. I'm going to try and restrain one, not sure how the other will react so be ready."

With the order given, Ovelia stepped out and pointed the styler and moved the wand in a quick circular motion, trying to send feelings of calm, piece, and friendship to one of the pokemon.


Shift to K8, release Nidorina at J7
Styler restrain check
[roll0]

[CosmicOccurence]

Ghalib was pleased with the results of his eavesdropping. Indeed, there was business aboard! While Ghalib had learned to not judge a customer merely upon their appearance or background, the Kafrmiettan slave trader did not sound like the sort of customer he would like to deal with it.

But he did share a common interest with the Ningalian, and that would be enough to at least spark up a conversation. Ningalian wine was, in Ghalib's opinion, the very best there was. The climate was perfect for cultivating the ideal crop. Culturally speaking, the wine trader might not be interested in an exotic pet Pokemon. They were more typically used as tools. However, the Ningali are a pretty open minded people, and a more easily opened mind means the same of their wallet!

Ghalib had not seen very many Ningali in his trade, but one could often pick them out of the marketplace - they were the ones walking with their noses in the air, thinking more highly of themselves than others. He was pretty confident he could pick this merchant out of the others just by his demeanor. He left the galley in search of clues to the trader's whereabouts.

The man wasn't hard to find. All you had to do was follow the sassnid slave girls carrying palm leaves to a room on the fourth floor. There he was, lazing about and eating grapes. He wore only pants and an unbuttoned vest that allowed for his copious fat rolls to spread out. His round doughy face was puckered in an eternal grimace, and he spit out one of the sourer grapes in disgust.

He is studiously ignoring your presence. Bring me more grapes. Green ones this time. He ordered his slaves.

[CosmicOccurence]

Theo curses his own luck along with with the attendant. He sees no other option so he barrels into Nestor's mind and mentally says, Get up and get on that ponyta if you want to live! He knows that won't be enough, however, so he sends Torch out into the field and says, "Confuse the front two, it might draw them out of the way."

Torch: HP: 25/25, Def 8, SDef 8, Spd 5
Released on K20.
Confuse Ray on H17 and I18. Cannot miss.
Flies 3m up.

The ponytas shake their heads in frustration. One barrels on, but the other grinds to a halt, stopping the two behind it also. A single member of the herd tries to stomp on Torch with a hoof, but the attack flies straight through the ghost.

Whimpering, Nestor gets up and starts running towards the fence. His mind was blind panic, his only though escape.

Map (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0Al4jVK75mdpjdDdiQkRtaDhFeXVJZ2ZCSzlrOGNSQ nc#gid=2) It is editable.

[Scribe of Gods]

The man wasn't hard to find. All you had to do was follow the sassnid slave girls carrying palm leaves to a room on the fourth floor. There he was, lazing about and eating grapes. He wore only pants and an unbuttoned vest that allowed for his copious fat rolls to spread out. His round doughy face was puckered in an eternal grimace, and he spit out one of the sourer grapes in disgust.

He is studiously ignoring your presence. Bring me more grapes. Green ones this time. He ordered his slaves.

Ghalib sidestepped the wayward grape as it inconsiderately flew his way. Yep, I've definitely found the Ningalian. Rather than try vainly to get the man's attention, Ghalib tried to match his level of boredom. He leaned against a support beam and let a small hmph escape his lips before speaking.

"Tell me, friend, do you ask for the green grapes culled from the vineyards of Lake Lyra? I hear they are the sweetest in all of Aatos, fertilized by thoroughbred Shroomish and watered only by the same bloodline of Poliwags since the vineyards were first irrigated! Or is it that honored vine of Phoebus you seek? Truly no branch has been graced with a fruit of such caliber. It's no wonder that the Oracle favors that wine above all other gifts. Or are you stuck with those dreadful things the Achaemians call "grapes" like the rest of us?"
He spat the name of the imperials out with as much disdain as he could muster. He didn't personally have very strong feelings against them, although monopoly is bad for business, but he did know that the enemy of an enemy was a friend.

[MintyNinja]

"Stupid piece of... Torch, fly over and trap the charging one!" The Litwick flies quickly towards the ponyta that's closest to Nestor and throws a spinning, blue, rope-like flame at it, hoping to snare it in place.

Torch: HP 25/25, Def 8, SDef 8, Spd 5
Move to M16. Targeting M12 (If this is the one that's still charging)
Firespin: AC 4 [roll0] Trap for [roll1] turns
Fire, Special: [roll2] If Crit [roll3]

[CosmicOccurence]

Janan just nods, not saying anything. He motions to Patience, who takes a seat on his shoulder, facing backwards. He follows through the hole, sticking close.

The tavern room is dimly lit, but you can see well enough. The room is full of scarred men in desert garb. Prostitutes giggle as they serve the patrons. A full bar is stocked with as many types of spirits as you could think of. Men and women playing cards, throwing dice, and throwing knives at a board are scattered around the space. At a large table facing the door was a woman. She sat in an elaborately carved chair reminiscent of a throne. She had an imperious and commanding presence, and those around were obviously held her in deepest respect.

The boy leads you up to her. A boy who wants ta join Mar. He beat Burr easily enough, so I brought 'im to you.

Thank you Aron. Return to your post. He bowed, and scurried off without another word. The woman, Mar, directed her attention at you. So. You want to join the Bloody Hand do you? Why?

[MesiDoomstalker]

The tavern room is dimly lit, but you can see well enough. The room is full of scarred men in desert garb. Prostitutes giggle as they serve the patrons. A full bar is stocked with as many types of spirits as you could think of. Men and women playing cards, throwing dice, and throwing knives at a board are scattered around the space. At a large table facing the door was a woman. She sat in an elaborately carved chair reminiscent of a throne. She had an imperious and commanding presence, and those around were obviously held her in deepest respect.

The boy leads you up to her. A boy who wants ta join Mar. He beat Burr easily enough, so I brought 'im to you.

Thank you Aron. Return to your post. He bowed, and scurried off without another word. The woman, Mar, directed her attention at you. So. You want to join the Bloody Hand do you? Why?

Janan lowers his gaze out of respect. I'm in need of something permanent. I've been scrounging for scraps and I want to change that. I heard that the Hand makes things happen. I want things to happen.

[CosmicOccurence]

"There we go." Ovelia says as she releases May the Nidorina, "Nidorina, stand on guard in case they charge. I'm going to try and restrain one, not sure how the other will react so be ready."

With the order given, Ovelia stepped out and pointed the styler and moved the wand in a quick motion, trying to send feelings of calm, piece, and friendship to one of the pokemon.


Shift to K8, release Nidorina at J7
Styler restrain check
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A whip of power leapt from the wand and encircled the canine. It's eyes glaze over and it immediately sits on the ground with its panting tongue out.

The other growlithe barks in surprise and runs off into the brush where it lurks growling Growlithe.

[Major]

"Stay on guard, May. Looks like they aren't going to fight, but let's not drop our guard." Ovelia warned before pointing the styler at the bush and waving it around to complete the circle around the bush. It hadn't completely fled and having two trackers was better than one.


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[CosmicOccurence]

"Stupid piece of... Torch, fly over and trap the charging one!" The Litwick flies quickly towards the ponyta that's closest to Nestor and throws a spinning, blue, rope-like flame at it, hoping to snare it in place.

Torch: HP 25/25, Def 8, SDef 8, Spd 5
Move to M16. Targeting M12 (If this is the one that's still charging)
Firespin: AC 4 [roll0] Trap for [roll1] turns
Fire, Special: [roll2] If Crit [roll3]

The ponyta's mane flares up as it absorbs the flames directed at it and uses them to enhance its own power. Still, it causes the pokemon to veer away from Nestor and the ponytas circle Torch. One spits fire at him dealing 25 fire special damage.

Still, they appear to be on their way to calming down. The attendant is attempting to force his way into the minds of the ponytas to calm them down, but he can only connect with so many at once.

[MintyNinja]

"Alright Torch, you're doing fine. Just float on up and this will all be over soon," Theo says. While the ponyta are seemingly distracted he mentally tells the attendant, Not even the pokemon have been hurt. This looks to have gone as planned. He keeps his mind scanning the attendant particularly to see if there'll be any backlash because of what happened.

Torch flies another 3 meters up, making him 6 meters off the ground.

[CosmicOccurence]

Ghalib sidestepped the wayward grape as it inconsiderately flew his way. Yep, I've definitely found the Ningalian. Rather than try vainly to get the man's attention, Ghalib tried to match his level of boredom. He leaned against a support beam and let a small hmph escape his lips before speaking.

"Tell me, friend, do you ask for the green grapes culled from the vineyards of Lake Lyra? I hear they are the sweetest in all of Aatos, fertilized by thoroughbred Shroomish and watered only by the same bloodline of Poliwags since the vineyards were first irrigated! Or is it that honored vine of Phoebus you seek? Truly no branch has been graced with a fruit of such caliber. It's no wonder that the Oracle favors that wine above all other gifts. Or are you stuck with those dreadful things the Achaemians call "grapes" like the rest of us?"
He spat the name of the imperials out with as much disdain as he could muster. He didn't personally have very strong feelings against them, although monopoly is bad for business, but he did know that the enemy of an enemy was a friend.

And who the muk are you? the giant man sneered at you. I'm no friend of yours, though you're right that Ningal does have the best grapes in the world.

The slaves bring a large platter with some green grapes piled on top of it. He picks one up and flicks it at you casually. And don't treat the Empire with such disdain. It's a powerful place. Lots of money to made in the Achaemian Empire right now.

[CosmicOccurence]

Janan lowers his gaze out of respect. I'm in need of something permanent. I've been scrounging for scraps and I want to change that. I heard that the Hand makes things happen. I want things to happen.

The Hand does in fact make things happen. What those things are depends entirely on who's paying the bills. We can always use recruits to make these things happen. What's your name child, and what do you have to offer to the Hand?

[CosmicOccurence]

"Stay on guard, May. Looks like they aren't going to fight, but let's not drop our guard." Ovelia warned before pointing the styler at the bush and waving it around to complete the circle around the bush. It hadn't completely fled and having two trackers was better than one.


Styler roll
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Unfortunately, the bushes obstructed your ability to use the magic of your wand effectively, and the growlithe fled into the woods. The other one, the one your magic has ensnared, sits patiently waiting for you to give an order.

[CosmicOccurence]

"Alright Torch, you're doing fine. Just float on up and this will all be over soon," Theo says. While the ponyta are seemingly distracted he mentally tells the attendant, Not even the pokemon have been hurt. This looks to have gone as planned. He keeps his mind scanning the attendant particularly to see if there'll be any backlash because of what happened.

Torch flies another 3 meters up, making him 6 meters off the ground.

The situation quickly dissipated as the ponytas calmed down and went back to calmly grazing in the field. Nestor made it back to the edge of the enclosure safely, and came up to you panting. He had a wide grin on his face, and you could tell from his mind his version of events: him riding a bucking bronco for almost a minute before leaping off in time to outrun the rampaging herd of flaming equines that were attempting to crush his skull under hooves harder than diamonds. He seemed to have completely forgotten your psychic abilities for the moment.

I'll take that one. he said, pointing at the one he had originally chosen.

The attendant's mind is filled with mixed thoughts. Relief that he wouldn't get in trouble, satisfaction that he had successfully taught the prick a lesson, and then severe annoyance when said prick hadn't learned anything.

The rest of the purchase went smoothly. You were able to procure the beast for a reasonable price, and it seemed like the whole thing would resolve nicely. Nestor insisted outwardly on riding home on the newly bought pokemon, but inwardly he was planning on escaping into the city. Right before your party left he was on the verge of leaving. He had everything he needed, and if nobody interfered, he would probably make a clean getaway into the city.

[Major]

"Well, we got at least one tracker...hopefully it's enough." Ovelia says before recalling her Nidorina and walking up to the pokemon under her control. "Alright, let's spend some time making sure the magic will last..." She says picking up the meat that had been used as bait and holding it out to the pokemon while she slowly held out her hand for the pokemon to sniff it.

Ovelia then spent the next thirty minutes feeding, petting, and strengthening the bond that the styler's magic had formed, turning the magic from a temporary fragile bond to a more stable one.


Attempting to spend thirty minutes to make the pokemon my companion. If uninterrupted we'll take the pokemon back to the house so that it can pick up the smell and then use tracker and hope we roll high enough.

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[MesiDoomstalker]

The Hand does in fact make things happen. What those things are depends entirely on who's paying the bills. We can always use recruits to make these things happen. What's your name child, and what do you have to offer to the Hand?

I'm pretty good in a scrap. Patience and I make a pretty good team.

[MintyNinja]

The situation quickly dissipated as the ponytas calmed down and went back to calmly grazing in the field. Nestor made it back to the edge of the enclosure safely, and came up to you panting. He had a wide grin on his face, and you could tell from his mind his version of events: him riding a bucking bronco for almost a minute before leaping off in time to outrun the rampaging herd of flaming equines that were attempting to crush his skull under hooves harder than diamonds. He seemed to have completely forgotten your psychic abilities for the moment.

I'll take that one. he said, pointing at the one he had originally chosen.

The attendant's mind is filled with mixed thoughts. Relief that he wouldn't get in trouble, satisfaction that he had successfully taught the prick a lesson, and then severe annoyance when said prick hadn't learned anything.

The rest of the purchase went smoothly. You were able to procure the beast for a reasonable price, and it seemed like the whole thing would resolve nicely. Nestor insisted outwardly on riding home on the newly bought pokemon, but inwardly he was planning on escaping into the city. Right before your party left he was on the verge of leaving. He had everything he needed, and if nobody interfered, he would probably make a clean getaway into the city.

Admirable work, sir, Theo says to the attendant before the man leaves. His help was crucial and it was pretty fun to see Nestor fall on his ass.

Before said noble brat gets a chance to run off, Theo says, "If you do plan to run off to a brothel, at least pick a decent one. It would only embarrass your uncle if you were to trade a disease for a baby with some jilted old crone." He smiles at Nestor's reaction. "Or, you could, y'know, wait until after your visit with your uncle is over. He did just buy you a ponyta, technically."

[CosmicOccurence]

"Then I shall prepare and return ready to fight. If I cannot win the right to gaze upon the map at that time, I shall abandon my attempt to do so and shall seek to return it to whomever you deem worthy."

Captain Rayleigh leaves and tells his wardrobe boy. "Put my coat away and tell the bosun to ready my armor. The Monster has an engagement in an hour." The boy looks startled and excited at the same time and runs off to do just as his captain commanded. By the time Captain Rayleigh reached the armory so don his armor, news that the captain was go battle the being in the map room had spread all throughout the ship. It had been a long while since anyone had witnessed the captain fight personally in an all-out battle. He tended to avoid naval engagements when possible and raids on coastal towns usually had them running in, grabbing what they can, and running out before the local guard could respond. Though he'd have to occasionally fight at such times, he never wore his armor on those raids, declaring speed more vital than power. Still, the officers and more veteran members of his crew can recall the battle almost a year ago when the captain donned his armor and lead a boarding party on a Gallan warship to capture a shipment of gold. He had fought recklessly, unheeding of the enemy blows striking at him as his great black armor absorbed each blow. Aysune moved swift as a serpent, chopping through enemy soldiers as if they were reeds. At one point he even send a wave of dark energy out to take out a group of enemies that had surrounded him.

Long story short, the crew was looking forward to a show.

An hour later, Captain Rayleigh will return to the map room, ready to fight. Heracles his rhyperior is at his side.

"Seeing as you are a single combatant, I shall fight you with honor and only use a single pokemon myself." Captain Rayleigh explains.

He will draw forth Charbodis and advance forward deliberately. Heracles will keep pace with him and blast forth a series of rocks as an opening volley.

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That would not be a wise choice mortal. You cannot face me without using your full power. His eyes flashed green, and it began to rain heavily in the room. The god held out one of his hands. At the end of each finger was a small tornado. He flicked them out into the battlefield, and they grew into humanoid masses of air that advanced into battle.

He seemed surprised by your Rhyperior's initial attack, but blocked all stones after the first with blasts of wind.

It is now raining on the battlefield as if rain dance were used.

[CosmicOccurence]

"Well, we got at least one tracker...hopefully it's enough." Ovelia says before recalling her Nidorina and walking up to the pokemon under her control. "Alright, let's spend some time making sure the magic will last..." She says picking up the meat that had been used as bait and holding it out to the pokemon while she slowly held out her hand for the pokemon to sniff it.

Ovelia then spent the next thirty minutes feeding, petting, and strengthening the bond that the styler's magic had formed, turning the magic from a temporary fragile bond to a more stable one.


Attempting to spend thirty minutes to make the pokemon my companion. If uninterrupted we'll take the pokemon back to the house so that it can pick up the smell and then use tracker and hope we roll high enough.

Tracker: [roll0]


Unfortunately, your new companion seems unable to pick up the scent of the ursaring. However, it is extremely warm and cuddly, and it enjoys rolling in the mud before shaking it all over you.

It's mid afternoon by the time you stop trying to find a scent. You could try to go back and look for tracks at the hut, wait for night to fall and wait for an attack, or try again tomorrow.

[CosmicOccurence]

I'm pretty good in a scrap. Patience and I make a pretty good team.

She taps her head thoughtfully. Well, you might be useful, but I'm interested to see how you handle a job. I have something that shouldn't be too difficult, and we'll use it to see how well you'll fit in with the Hand.

She snaps her fingers, and a ratty looking man comes up to her with a large tome filled with loose sheafs of parchment. She goes through them and pulls out one. Here. on the parchment was a detailed sketch of a man with high cheekbones and long hair tied into a ponytail.

As a test of your skills, eliminate this man. He goes to Oasis Bloom every week for a full bath, probably tomorrow at midday. Of course, you'll be compensated upon completion of the mission.

You recognize Oasis Bloom as the bath you had just been at. It was a nice place, for the low cost at least.

[CosmicOccurence]

Admirable work, sir, Theo says to the attendant before the man leaves. His help was crucial and it was pretty fun to see Nestor fall on his ass.

Before said noble brat gets a chance to run off, Theo says, "If you do plan to run off to a brothel, at least pick a decent one. It would only embarrass your uncle if you were to trade a disease for a baby with some jilted old crone." He smiles at Nestor's reaction. "Or, you could, y'know, wait until after your visit with your uncle is over. He did just buy you a ponyta, technically."

Nestor's eyes widen in surprise as he remembers that you're a psychic. Then, his face twists into a grimace, and he sneers at you.

Why don't you just shut up servant. I do what I like, and my uncle can eat my dust if he thinks he can make me do what he wants. He puts as much scorn as he can into the words before digging his heels into the ponyta and riding off. All you can tell from his thoughts is that he wasn't going where he had planned to before leaving, because you would be able to find him.

[MesiDoomstalker]

She taps her head thoughtfully. Well, you might be useful, but I'm interested to see how you handle a job. I have something that shouldn't be too difficult, and we'll use it to see how well you'll fit in with the Hand.

She snaps her fingers, and a ratty looking man comes up to her with a large tome filled with loose sheafs of parchment. She goes through them and pulls out one. Here. on the parchment was a detailed sketch of a man with high cheekbones and long hair tied into a ponytail.

As a test of your skills, eliminate this man. He goes to Oasis Bloom every week for a full bath, probably tomorrow at midday. Of course, you'll be compensated upon completion of the mission.

You recognize Oasis Bloom as the bath you had just been at. It was a nice place, for the low cost at least.

Kill him..... Janan knew he would have to fight for what he wants to do. But killing was another. But right now, he had to do anything he could right now. Anything..... I'll do it.

[MintyNinja]

"Why did I even say anything?" Theo grumbles to himself. He hails the rhyhorn carriage that brought them there and orders the driver to detour through the city. Theo sits outside, next to the driver, trying find Nestor's trail by poking into minds looking for ponyta sightings or grumbling about foolish, young nobles.

[Major]

With little else to go on, Ovelia headed back to the hut. Once she was there, Ovelia released Sir Hector and asked Sir Hector to use his psychic senses to help keep a look out once night came. Then, with help from the Growlithe, she created a torch and waited.

[CosmicOccurence]

Kill him..... Janan knew he would have to fight for what he wants to do. But killing was another. But right now, he had to do anything he could right now. Anything..... I'll do it.

Good. Do well, and you'll be assigned to a permanent cell. We'll heal you and your riolu from your battle with burr. You can also grab a meal, so you don't have to keep stealing food from the marketplace.

With that, she turns back to her own meal, making it clear that your audience with her is over. Seeing a piece of fresh meat, one of the gamblers descended on you and started pulling on your hand. Care for a game of dice sonny? I could use me a riolu on my team.

[CosmicOccurence]

"Why did I even say anything?" Theo grumbles to himself. He hails the rhyhorn carriage that brought them there and orders the driver to detour through the city. Theo sits outside, next to the driver, trying find Nestor's trail by poking into minds looking for ponyta sightings or grumbling about foolish, young nobles.

It wasn't hard to follow Nestor's trail. A rich noble that rode horribly wasn't a sight seen everyday in the streets. You ended up at Medusa, a house that wasn't trashy, but wasn't nearly as nice as it could have been. One of the women outside the door walked up to you and began stroking your leg.

Here for a bit of fun are we? Ooh you look positively dashing in green. It brings out your eyes you know.

[CosmicOccurence]

With little else to go on, Ovelia headed back to the hut. Once she was there, Ovelia released Sir Hector and asked Sir Hector to use his psychic senses to help keep a look out once night came. Then, with help from the Growlithe, she created a torch and waited.

You vigil began quietly enough, though there were enough small noises in the forest that let you know something was out there. Whether it was the ursaring or just another pokemon was beyond you. Then, you heard a faint screaming from a ways off.

Then you heard it again, accompanied by a roaring noise. It sounded like it was coming from the next farm to the north. The beast had decided to hunt elsewhere tonight!

[MesiDoomstalker]

Good. Do well, and you'll be assigned to a permanent cell. We'll heal you and your riolu from your battle with burr. You can also grab a meal, so you don't have to keep stealing food from the marketplace.

With that, she turns back to her own meal, making it clear that your audience with her is over. Seeing a piece of fresh meat, one of the gamblers descended on you and started pulling on your hand. Care for a game of dice sonny? I could use me a riolu on my team.

Janan pulls his hand out of the gamblers grip. No. He isn't a bargaining chip. Patience growls at the man, but doesn't make any move beyond that. Janan looks around for the person or place serving food. It would be good to have real food in his belly for once.

[Major]

Ovelia quickly released Maximus and jumped atop her mount before racing as fast as she could towards the other farm. She urged Maximus forward to the best of his ability, "I promise after this you can rest...just get us there faster than you've ever gone before."

[MintyNinja]

Theo leaps down from the carriage and instructs the driver to wait somewhere out of the way. "Ah, yes, eyes and shirts. How original," he says to the woman. "Not really here for those services. A young noble rode in not long ago, fresh ponyta, bratty young man. It's alright, I'm his... handler." He enters the house and takes care not to look at it's flaws as any other noble would. "Miss, may I speak with the Madam of the House? I have a special request," he says with a sly wink. He wasn't here for his own pleasures, but a new opportunity mess with Nestor had presented itself.

[planswalker]

That would not be a wise choice mortal. You cannot face me without using your full power. His eyes flashed green, and it began to rain heavily in the room. The god held out one of his hands. At the end of each finger was a small tornado. He flicked them out into the battlefield, and they grew into humanoid masses of air that advanced into battle.

He seemed surprised by your Rhyperior's initial attack, but blocked all stones after the first with blasts of wind.

It is now raining on the battlefield as if rain dance were used.

"That is duly noted, and I shall keep that under advisement. Understand, though, that using only a single pokemon is not the same as using less than my full power." Bartholomew says as he advances on the tornados. He'll focus for a moment, and a pulse of water followed quickly by a pulse of darkness flow forth from him, catching two of the tornadoes and Tornadus himself in the blast.

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Heracles takes this as a signal to re-position himself slightly and unleash his own attack. It seems entirely inexplicable when the rock pokemon motions with his arms and a huge wave of water cascades in and drenches the battlefield.

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[CosmicOccurence]

Janan pulls his hand out of the gamblers grip. No. He isn't a bargaining chip. Patience growls at the man, but doesn't make any move beyond that. Janan looks around for the person or place serving food. It would be good to have real food in his belly for once.

The barmaid gets you a piece of tepig meat with some lumpy, yet satisfying gravy. You also got a mug full of beer and several more offers to gamble, some using pokemon, and others with money. Men and women periodically come and go through the trapdoor throughout your meal, and several people head to a backroom while fingering their pokeballs. An empath comes up to you midway through the meal and heals both you and patience, then hands you a slip of paper identical to the one you had used on yourself when fighting Burr. Eventually, a rousing round of drinking songs went round the room, making the place seem more boisterous than what a den of thieves should be.

[CosmicOccurence]

Ovelia quickly released Maximus and jumped atop her mount before racing as fast as she could towards the other farm. She urged Maximus forward to the best of his ability, "I promise after this you can rest...just get us there faster than you've ever gone before."

Maximus made good time, and you arrived at the farmstead quicker than you could've hoped for. He was panting, but perfectly fine; rider ponytas were bred for long distance running.

The door to the small home stood open, inviting you into the dark recesses of the building. Slight slurping noises came from what appeared to be stables or livestock enclosures. Maximus snorted nervously, stomping his hooves in agitation. His nostrils flared as he smelled the air, and gave the slightest of snorts to indicate his current state of mind.

[CosmicOccurence]

Theo leaps down from the carriage and instructs the driver to wait somewhere out of the way. "Ah, yes, eyes and shirts. How original," he says to the woman. "Not really here for those services. A young noble rode in not long ago, fresh ponyta, bratty young man. It's alright, I'm his... handler." He enters the house and takes care not to look at it's flaws as any other noble would. "Miss, may I speak with the Madam of the House? I have a special request," he says with a sly wink. He wasn't here for his own pleasures, but a new opportunity mess with Nestor had presented itself.

A tall woman walked out. She was clad scantily, with most of her body revealed. She leaned against the wall in a provacative pose and blew at you. Would you like to handle me too mister? I know I certainly wouldn't mind.

Then, a short, portly woman whacked the girl on the head with a wooden spoon. She wore a dirty smock, and she bore signs of living a hard life. Get out Lucretia. You sleep with who I tell you you can sleep with. Now what can I do for you? I can assure you that our services are the best in the city. You won't do better anywhere else, and all our girls have been cleared by psychics to be free of diseases.

She glares up at you, leaving you no doubt that she was somebody who wasn't about to lie down in front of a noble, or a noble's servant, and let him run over her with a wagon.

[CosmicOccurence]

"That is duly noted, and I shall keep that under advisement. Understand, though, that using only a single pokemon is not the same as using less than my full power." Bartholomew says as he advances on the tornados. He'll focus for a moment, and a pulse of water followed quickly by a pulse of darkness flow forth from him, catching two of the tornadoes and Tornadus himself in the blast.

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Heracles takes this as a signal to re-position himself slightly and unleash his own attack. It seems entirely inexplicable when the rock pokemon motions with his arms and a huge wave of water cascades in and drenches the battlefield.

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Your wild magic attack's aim is true, and both slam into Tornadus. Though they don't seem to do much damage to him, his eyes do cross slightly from the water pulse. Heracles's tidal wave of an attack is empowered by the rain on the battlefield, and the twisters come away battered. The god in front of you shields itself in a shell of condensed wind. His minions blast gusts of wind at you and your rocky companion. Two careen widly off course, but one hits you for 35 special flying damage, and two more hit Heracles for 33 and 21 damage respectively.

Then, Tornadus raises his arms, and a monsoon in miniature forms inside the map room, dealing 141 special flying damage to you and Heracles.

[Major]

Ovelia recalls the tired pokemon and releases Sir Hector. She waves at the Growlithe to stay back while the two of them slowly move towards the sound. "You sense anything, Sir Hector?"

[planswalker]

Heracles' tough hide takes the blows from the smaller creatures without much effect, and the one that attacked Bartholomew didn't even get past his armor. However, Tornadus' own attack was MUCH more effective. Bartholomew lets out a "whoof" as the wind knocks into him. Heracles actually weathers it decently well.

The two re-position themselves tactically and Bartholomew lets off another pair of dark pulses, holding nothing back in this fight. Heracles will shoot forth another blast of rocks, hoping to weather this being out. The two of them just ignore the lackeys, not deeming them a threat.

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[MintyNinja]

"It's the young man that came in recently, on the ponyta," Theo started. "You see, this young noble is riding around like he's king of the Sarn all because his uncle, my Lord Tarril, lent him enough money to buy the pokemon. I don't know how much he's paying for his experience here, but I would like to add a tip for the woman in question to..." He trails off verbally and instead finishes his sentence as a projection in the woman's mind: ...to tie him to the bed and pretend to rob him. At that point I'll enter the room and direct him back home. He watches carefully for a reply from the woman before asking for a price.

[MesiDoomstalker]

The barmaid gets you a piece of tepig meat with some lumpy, yet satisfying gravy. You also got a mug full of beer and several more offers to gamble, some using pokemon, and others with money. Men and women periodically come and go through the trapdoor throughout your meal, and several people head to a backroom while fingering their pokeballs. An empath comes up to you midway through the meal and heals both you and patience, then hands you a slip of paper identical to the one you had used on yourself when fighting Burr. Eventually, a rousing round of drinking songs went round the room, making the place seem more boisterous than what a den of thieves should be.

Janan inwardly frowns at the piece of meat slapped on his plate. He sits down and carefully consumes the gravy that had not touched the meat. He remembered how his mother used to prepare meat back home. Well, what he had to call home. She was very meticulous. Always buying live Pokemon instead of the meat sold in the market. Always using her image magic to gently lull it into the Void. Then she would ever so carefully skin the mon, and cut the meat neatly along natural divides. It was a painstaking process, but it was for a purpose. To prove to Giratina that they, the Ku****e, were his chosen people, they must show they would not make the same mistakes as their ancestors. To show respect for all living things, and even in death, to not brutalize or scar an individual.

These Carthaki took no such care. They ruthlessly slice the poor pokemon's throat's, letting their blood spill. They would hack, and chop meat off in big slices instead of its natural barriers. Savages, repeating the past. They will face judgment on Giratina's return. But that was not Janan's concern. He knew this would happen on that inevitable day.

What Janan's concern was, he was stuck in an unholy, hostile land. If he asked the cook for a proper Ku****e meal, he'd be ostracized, or worse, thrown back into the slave pits. He couldn't risk revealing his origins. And he couldn't go on living on purloined fruit. He had noticed his gut was thinning. Even in the pits they were given sufficient gruel to keep their bones from peeking out beneath their skin. Two weeks of fruit and he was already wasting away.

A gurgling sound erupted from his bowels. He couldn't continue to starving himself, not if he wished to rescue his family. Inhaling deeply and frowning outwardly, Janan stabs the meat with his fork. Slowly he raises the hunk towards his mouth, his hand shaking ever so slightly. An inch away, he contemplates putting it back down before his stomach told him otherwise. Preparing himself, he recites a mental prayer for forgiveness before finally sticking the meat into his mouth. He chews slowly, gagging on nothing but his own convictions. He swallows, the lump traveling painfully slowly down his throat and finally into his stomach. A pained look on his face was evident for a while afterwards.

He absent-mindedly thanked the Empath for the restoration. The sour disposition he was in was not improved by the sudden thought that he must end a man's life if he were to survive.

The entire time, Patience was munching on a biscuit. Seeing Janan's inner turmoil reflected in his Aura, roiling orange, pulsating wildly. Curious

[CosmicOccurence]

Ovelia recalls the tired pokemon and releases Sir Hector. She waves at the Growlithe to stay back while the two of them slowly move towards the sound. "You sense anything, Sir Hector?"

The gallade ***** his head to the side as he mentally listens to the world around him. It's here, I can feel it in my mind's eye. In the animal pens. I don't sense anything else though.

[CosmicOccurence]

"It's the young man that came in recently, on the ponyta," Theo started. "You see, this young noble is riding around like he's king of the Sarn all because his uncle, my Lord Tarril, lent him enough money to buy the pokemon. I don't know how much he's paying for his experience here, but I would like to add a tip for the woman in question to..." He trails off verbally and instead finishes his sentence as a projection in the woman's mind: ...to tie him to the bed and pretend to rob him. At that point I'll enter the room and direct him back home. He watches carefully for a reply from the woman before asking for a price.

The woman mulled over your proposition slowly. She didn't give a ratata's arse about you or Nestor, but you posed a chance to make a pretty nice bit of money. She wouldn't go lower than 100, but she planned to milk this for all its worth.

I'll do it for 200 Gold. Her eyes glinted in anticipation of the negotiation to come.

[CosmicOccurence]

Janan inwardly frowns at the piece of meat slapped on his plate. He sits down and carefully consumes the gravy that had not touched the meat. He remembered how his mother used to prepare meat back home. Well, what he had to call home. She was very meticulous. Always buying live Pokemon instead of the meat sold in the market. Always using her image magic to gently lull it into the Void. Then she would ever so carefully skin the mon, and cut the meat neatly along natural divides. It was a painstaking process, but it was for a purpose. To prove to Giratina that they, the Ku****e, were his chosen people, they must show they would not make the same mistakes as their ancestors. To show respect for all living things, and even in death, to not brutalize or scar an individual.

These Carthaki took no such care. They ruthlessly slice the poor pokemon's throat's, letting their blood spill. They would hack, and chop meat off in big slices instead of its natural barriers. Savages, repeating the past. They will face judgment on Giratina's return. But that was not Janan's concern. He knew this would happen on that inevitable day.

What Janan's concern was, he was stuck in an unholy, hostile land. If he asked the cook for a proper Ku****e meal, he'd be ostracized, or worse, thrown back into the slave pits. He couldn't risk revealing his origins. And he couldn't go on living on purloined fruit. He had noticed his gut was thinning. Even in the pits they were given sufficient gruel to keep their bones from peeking out beneath their skin. Two weeks of fruit and he was already wasting away.

A gurgling sound erupted from his bowels. He couldn't continue to starving himself, not if he wished to rescue his family. Inhaling deeply and frowning outwardly, Janan stabs the meat with his fork. Slowly he raises the hunk towards his mouth, his hand shaking ever so slightly. An inch away, he contemplates putting it back down before his stomach told him otherwise. Preparing himself, he recites a mental prayer for forgiveness before finally sticking the meat into his mouth. He chews slowly, gagging on nothing but his own convictions. He swallows, the lump traveling painfully slowly down his throat and finally into his stomach. A pained look on his face was evident for a while afterwards.

He absent-mindedly thanked the Empath for the restoration. The sour disposition he was in was not improved by the sudden thought that he must end a man's life if he were to survive.

The entire time, Patience was munching on a biscuit. Seeing Janan's inner turmoil reflected in his Aura, roiling orange, pulsating wildly. Curious


You got a couple of weird looks while you ate your food, but you didn't attract that much attention. Even a new face couldn't distract from the dancing midgets for too long.

The empath accepted you thanks and left silently, right as business started to pick up. The place was getting a little more crowded, though not to the point of being uncomfortable.

[CosmicOccurence]

Heracles' tough hide takes the blows from the smaller creatures without much effect, and the one that attacked Bartholomew didn't even get past his armor. However, Tornadus' own attack was MUCH more effective. Bartholomew lets out a "whoof" as the wind knocks into him. Heracles actually weathers it decently well.

The two re-position themselves tactically and Bartholomew lets off another pair of dark pulses, holding nothing back in this fight. Heracles will shoot forth another blast of rocks, hoping to weather this being out. The two of them just ignore the lackeys, not deeming them a threat.

[roll0]
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[roll4]
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[roll6]
[roll7] - forgot STAB. Add 11 to this.
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ignore all rolls after the first miss

Your dark pulses barely touch the wind god, and Heracles's attacks don't even make it through his wind shield. He quickly flew forwards and slammed his tail into Heracles while coating it in water, dealing 72 physical water damage. The tornados, merged themselves from five beings into two, and the wind surrounding them was much more violent than before.

[MesiDoomstalker]

You got a couple of weird looks while you ate your food, but you didn't attract that much attention. Even a new face couldn't distract from the dancing midgets for too long.

The empath accepted you thanks and left silently, right as business started to pick up. The place was getting a little more crowded, though not to the point of being uncomfortable.

Returning his dishes and silver ware to the proper receptacle, Janan takes his leave. He didn't want to be around people right now, certainly not ones he has been forced to associate with.

He checks his satchel and pockets to make sure all his meager belongings are still on his person.

Time check and a good place to look for wilds nearby?

[Major]

"The target is here and that is what matters..." Ovelia said as she moved towards the animal pens, "Let's stop whatever this thing is so that we can head back home."

[MintyNinja]

The woman mulled over your proposition slowly. She didn't give a ratata's arse about you or Nestor, but you posed a chance to make a pretty nice bit of money. She wouldn't go lower than 100, but she planned to milk this for all its worth.

I'll do it for 200 Gold. Her eyes glinted in anticipation of the negotiation to come.

"Two hundred? My dear woman, did you perchance miss the part when I mentioned how my lord gave the money to his nephew? I barely have the coins to buy a meal! Seventy five gold!" Theo retorts. He plays up the animated facial features in an attempt to endear himself to the woman. He also didn't want to spend too much of his own coins for Nestor's sake. But maybe Lord Tarril would reimburse him.

Charisma: [roll0]

[planswalker]

Your dark pulses barely touch the wind god, and Heracles's attacks don't even make it through his wind shield. He quickly flew forwards and slammed his tail into Heracles while coating it in water, dealing 72 physical water damage. The tornados, merged themselves from five beings into two, and the wind surrounding them was much more violent than before.

Due to Heracles' rock solid nature and tough defenses, he is not in danger of death, although he is decidedly out of this fight.

Bartholomew will quickly switch out Heracles for Etella.

"Etella, sap his strength for your own." he commands while firing off a draconic pulse then setting up a light screen to protect Etella.

Etella uses power split on the wind god, splitting its attack power in half and taking half for itself.

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2] rounds.
Power Split cannot miss. Choose atk/satk (I chose atk). The target's chosen stat is revealed as is the users. The two are added together then divided evenly. Both the target and the user's atk values are set to that number. Combat stages are not taken into account with this number.

[CosmicOccurence]

Returning his dishes and silver ware to the proper receptacle, Janan takes his leave. He didn't want to be around people right now, certainly not ones he has been forced to associate with.

He checks his satchel and pockets to make sure all his meager belongings are still on his person.

Time check and a good place to look for wilds nearby?

The midafternoon sun is much cooler than it had been during the height of the day. Your belongings were all still with you. Apparently nobody wanted to steal in a den of thieves.

You can go out into the desert and just wander if you like, but wilds tend to congregate at berry patches on the river, or you can find wild types in the river

[CosmicOccurence]

"The target is here and that is what matters..." Ovelia said as she moved towards the animal pens, "Let's stop whatever this thing is so that we can head back home."

You entered the barn, and stopped dead in your tracks. A giant ursaring stood in the hallway that the pens branched off of. The's pitch black fur was matted with dirt and blood, and red eyes stared at you as it slowly placed a piece of bloody meat to its mouth.

Sar

[MesiDoomstalker]

Janan heads just a bit outside the city towards the river. Walking along its edge in search of berry patches where wilds tended to congregate.

[roll0] First roll in the setting, ever. Make it count!
I made it count! I made it count!

[CosmicOccurence]

"Two hundred? My dear woman, did you perchance miss the part when I mentioned how my lord gave the money to his nephew? I barely have the coins to buy a meal! Seventy five gold!" Theo retorts. He plays up the animated facial features in an attempt to endear himself to the woman. He also didn't want to spend too much of his own coins for Nestor's sake. But maybe Lord Tarril would reimburse him.

Charisma: [roll0]

Seventy Five? What do I look like, a lamb who'll go wherever you take me? No sir. If I'm going to give up a customer that' s a noble then I'm going to get compensated. One hundred sixty five gold for what you're asking.

[MintyNinja]

"The kid's barely a noble! And he's only here for a few more weeks as is. Let's cut this down to a tidy 125 and the kid won't be getting no refund," Theo replies. It was more than her bottom line and a reasonable price for him to pay.

Charisma of Negotiation! [roll0]

[CosmicOccurence]

Due to Heracles' rock solid nature and tough defenses, he is not in danger of death, although he is decidedly out of this fight.

Bartholomew will quickly switch out Heracles for Etella.

"Etella, sap his strength for your own." he commands while firing off a draconic pulse then setting up a light screen to protect Etella.

Etella uses power split on the wind god, splitting its attack power in half and taking half for itself.

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2] rounds.
Power Split cannot miss. Choose atk/satk (I chose atk). The target's chosen stat is revealed as is the users. The two are added together then divided evenly. Both the target and the user's atk values are set to that number. Combat stages are not taken into account with this number.

Tornadus roars in anger as his strength is drained. The wind demons sped around the barrier and sent huge gusts of wind at shuckle. One went wide, but the other hit Etella, who was forced back to the wall. The wall cracked, and Etella smashed through the wall into the hallway.

Tornadus swept around your barrier and fires off his own dark pulse at you, doing 87 dark special damage.

[planswalker]

um... you gonna tell me what Tornadus' atk was, and then I'll add 1 to that, divide the total by two, and that's how much atk my shuckle now has?

btw, what move did they use that could smash through walls? Just curious.

also, did he get cured of the confusion from my water pulse and I missed it?

"Well, since it seems your cohorts are no longer a negligible part of this fight, I hope you'll pardon me if I change tactics."

Bartholomew will use his standard action to release Smaug and Multani, their combined teamwork enabling the two to act more swifty than either could have alone. He command Smaug to incinerate the two minions while Multani is directed to lay down a curse on Tornadus.

Smaug opens his mouth with glee and spits forth a nova-hot blast of flame.

[roll0]
[roll1]

Multani breaks off one of the branches in his crown and uses it to impale himself deeply, grinning a malicious grin as his curse takes hold of the wind god. Lines of black energy seep out of the wound and encircle Tornadus's neck until they are absorbed into his skin. At once, the muscles on his throat begin to tighten and he is sapped of energy.

cuts Multani's hp in half and causes Tornadus to lose 1/8th of its full hp each turn.

[Major]

"Even easier then expected..." Ovelia said with a grin. All she had to do was kill this monster and she'd be back to Johnathan in no time. "Cut it down!" Ovelia said as she drew her own blade. She doubted it work, but hopefully she could hold the creature still for a round or two with her magic.


Shift action, draw weapon
Trainer Action: Styler!
[roll0] vs capture rate (lol fail)

Command
Slash
[roll1] vs 2 (18-20 crit) (sooooo close)
[roll2]

[CosmicOccurence]

Janan heads just a bit outside the city towards the river. Walking along its edge in search of berry patches where wilds tended to congregate.

[roll0] First roll in the setting, ever. Make it count!
I made it count! I made it count!

The berry bushes were thick and covered in large red fruits. Many small bird pokemon were pecking at the fruit, although they flew off whenever you got near them, but returned to their perches as soon as they had seen you leave their area.

Slightly ahead of you, there was a rustling in the brush, and a small blue and tan pokemon wandered out from them. It had an armful of berries, which it shoved greedily into its mouth. Then, not paying attention to where it was going, it tripped and sprawled on the ground. The red fruits spilled out, and the pokemon quickly hustled to try and get all of them before any other pokemon came to steal them.

[CosmicOccurence]

"The kid's barely a noble! And he's only here for a few more weeks as is. Let's cut this down to a tidy 125 and the kid won't be getting no refund," Theo replies. It was more than her bottom line and a reasonable price for him to pay.

Charisma of Negotiation! [roll0]

Smiling in satisfaction, the woman holds out her hand. Deal, I'll go make the preparations. She bustles off quickly, calling out names of 'lovely ladies' in the house. When she returned, she was smiling broadly.

Everything's ready. All that's left is the payment. She holds out her hand, waiting for the money.

[CosmicOccurence]

um... you gonna tell me what Tornadus' atk was, and then I'll add 1 to that, divide the total by two, and that's how much atk my shuckle now has?

btw, what move did they use that could smash through walls? Just curious.

also, did he get cured of the confusion from my water pulse and I missed it?

"Well, since it seems your cohorts are no longer a negligible part of this fight, I hope you'll pardon me if I change tactics."

Bartholomew will use his standard action to release Smaug and Multani, their combined teamwork enabling the two to act more swifty than either could have alone. He command Smaug to incinerate the two minions while Multani is directed to lay down a curse on Tornadus.

Smaug opens his mouth with glee and spits forth a nova-hot blast of flame.

[roll0]
[roll1]

Multani breaks off one of the branches in his crown and uses it to impale himself deeply, grinning a malicious grin as his curse takes hold of the wind god. Lines of black energy seep out of the wound and encircle Tornadus's neck until they are absorbed into his skin. At once, the muscles on his throat begin to tighten and he is sapped of energy.

cuts Multani's hp in half and causes Tornadus to lose 1/8th of its full hp each turn.

Smaug's aim was far off, and his flames disapated without hurting anything. Tornadus winced as Multani's curse takes effect. You can see the vitality draining from him in front of your eyes.

He lets out a huge roar, although the power that he seemed to have wanted to put behind it fell short, and the attack failed. His wind demons let out large slashes of wind that fly across the room, dealing a combined 96 special flying damage to Smaug and flinching him.

Whirlwind. Shuckle was basically shot like a cannonball.

Yeah. The turn he fainted Heracles. Sorry I didn't make that clear.

Also, I'm pretty sure you almost incinerated your crewmember Jon with that blast. He's the blue guy labeled Jon.

[CosmicOccurence]

"Even easier then expected..." Ovelia said with a grin. All she had to do was kill this monster and she'd be back to Johnathan in no time. "Cut it down!" Ovelia said as she drew her own blade. She doubted it work, but hopefully she could hold the creature still for a round or two with her magic.


Shift action, draw weapon
Trainer Action: Styler!
[roll0] vs capture rate (lol fail)

Command
Slash
[roll1] vs 2 (18-20 crit) (sooooo close)
[roll2]


The Ursaring roars in pain as black blood spills from its chest. It shakes off your styler without difficulty, and slashes at the Gallade attacking it for 48 physical normal damage.

If you could edit the Map (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/newreply.php?do=newreply&p=14852555) that would be great. The link will always be on the pad

[MintyNinja]

Theo shakes the woman's hand on the deal and proceeds to count out the payment as she makes the arrangements. Once she returns he pushes a small pile of coins to her and returns his pouch to it's place. He heads upstairs to the room he was told Nestor was in and waited by the door. "The woman that's in there is to convince him to be tied to the bed and then take his possessions. Then she hands them to me and I go inside to have a talk. We'll be out of your hair shortly, madam."

[planswalker]

Bartholomew curses at the ill luck. He motions for Etella to start making her way back to the battle and safeguard herself. He calls to Multani: "Step one down. Now for step 2!" and, to finish it all off, he shall strike at Tornadus with Asyune.

Multani grins as he spits out a single dark brown seed that strikes Tornadus and quickly sprouts tiny roots, digging itself in place.

Etella crawls up to the hole in the wall and places a double barrier of protection against status effects there.

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
safeguard creates 10m of wall that prevents status afflictions from moves passing through it.

[Major]

The Ursaring roars in pain as black blood spills from its chest. It shakes off your styler without difficulty, and slashes at the Gallade attacking it for 48 physical normal damage.

If you could edit the Map (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/newreply.php?do=newreply&p=14852555) that would be great. The link will always be on the pad

See ooc for teleport roll

Just before the wild pokemon's fatal strike hits, Sir Hector vanishes and appears behind the wild pokemon barely avoiding the deadly strike. Seeing her opening, Ovelia charges and swings her sword right at the deadly pokemon hoping to trap it between the two and flank it.

Sir Hector, sensing his partner's intentions strikes from the other side.


Teleport to avoid damage.

Ovelia shift forward into melee range and stab!
Normal, physical
[roll0] vs 4+evasion
[roll1]
Edit: : +14
(critical roll in ooc)

Sir Hector
Fury Cutter (bug, physical)
[roll2]
[roll3]

[MesiDoomstalker]

Janan stifles a laugh at the little mon. Patience, why don't you- PATIENCE!! The little Riolu had already grabbed a berry and was about to toss it at the wild. Go give it back to him. Patience snickers before approaching the mon, offering the berry. You dropped this.

[CosmicOccurence]

Theo shakes the woman's hand on the deal and proceeds to count out the payment as she makes the arrangements. Once she returns he pushes a small pile of coins to her and returns his pouch to it's place. He heads upstairs to the room he was told Nestor was in and waited by the door. "The woman that's in there is to convince him to be tied to the bed and then take his possessions. Then she hands them to me and I go inside to have a talk. We'll be out of your hair shortly, madam."

She nods, and leads you upstairs. A scantily clad woman heads into the room and she and Nestor start talking. It took some convincing to get him to let himself be tied up, but the promise of a good time finally made him agree. The girl giggled, and started talking dirty with him.

Then, you heard a commotion.

What the muk are you doing you s1ut!

hee hee. These are mine now. Thanks for the good time, and don't forget to come back to The Medusa again! She walks out of the room and flashes you a smile He's all yours mister. Then, in a lowered voice: That was fun. Come find me sometime, and I'll show you an actual good time.

[CosmicOccurence]

Bartholomew curses at the ill luck. He motions for Etella to start making her way back to the battle and safeguard herself. He calls to Multani: "Step one down. Now for step 2!" and, to finish it all off, he shall strike at Tornadus with Asyune.

Multani grins as he spits out a single dark brown seed that strikes Tornadus and quickly sprouts tiny roots, digging itself in place.

Etella crawls up to the hole in the wall and places a double barrier of protection against status effects there.

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
safeguard creates 10m of wall that prevents status afflictions from moves passing through it.

Something changed in Tornadus's eyes, and he nodded in affirmation. The winds died down, the elementals vanished into the air, and all signs of the curse faded from his body.

Very good mortal. You have indeed proved your power. You may look upon the map without any more worry.

Light filled the room as runes on the map started shining brightly, blinding you for a second. When the glorious light died down, Tornadus was nowhere to be found. Your map room was still in disarray however, and Jon was still lying unconscious on the ground.

18,000 xp

[CosmicOccurence]

Janan stifles a laugh at the little mon. Patience, why don't you- PATIENCE!! The little Riolu had already grabbed a berry and was about to toss it at the wild. Go give it back to him. Patience snickers before approaching the mon, offering the berry. You dropped this.

The mon looks up at Patience, and accepts the berry somberly, he eats half of it, and offers the other half to Patience.

Lax?

[MesiDoomstalker]

Patience shoots a sideways glance at Janan. He motions to the dog to eat it. Smiling Patience bites into the berry, smiling at the not-so-little guy.

Janan approaches cautiously. Hello.... Are you ok? he asked nervously. He was being cautious, he didn't know if the thing would attack or not.

[MintyNinja]

"I just might, miss," Theo whispers back as he takes the young noble's possessions from her. Instead of immediately making his presence known, Theo snatches up the ball containing the ponyta and pockets it for the moment. He lets Nestor howl and rage for another few minutes, and would have for longer if he didn't notice the Madam's growing agitation.

He enters the room and looks around. It's a decent sized room, with the bed taking up only a little more than half the space. There's a few armchairs with a small table that holds empty glasses and a decanter of some amber drink. A large painting of dull blues and greens faces the bed. The bed itself is the main attraction and it's four posts almost reach the ceiling. Thick, soft curtains hang down and the odd shapes of the pillows speaks of their feathers. It was a level of decadence that Theo was easily associating with. In the middle of it all was a still screaming, and howling Nestor.

"Oh would you please shut up!" Theo says as he sits in one of the armchairs. He sets Nestor's things on the other and just waits for the young man to stop yelling. "Do you know why I did this?"

[CosmicOccurence]

See ooc for teleport roll

Just before the wild pokemon's fatal strike hits, Sir Hector vanishes and appears behind the wild pokemon barely avoiding the deadly strike. Seeing her opening, Ovelia charges and swings her sword right at the deadly pokemon hoping to trap it between the two and flank it.

Sir Hector, sensing his partner's intentions strikes from the other side.


Teleport to avoid damage.

Ovelia shift forward into melee range and stab!
Normal, physical
[roll0] vs 4+evasion
[roll1]
Edit: : +14
(critical roll in ooc)

Sir Hector
Fury Cutter (bug, physical)
[roll2]
[roll3]


The ursaring roars in frustration, runs to the end of the building, and starts to morph. It's dark fur bubbled and shifted, bones rearranging and shifting. It ends up as a canine pokemon with black fur and bloody teeth. Horns sprout from its head, and it growls menacingly at the two of you.

[CosmicOccurence]

"I just might, miss," Theo whispers back as he takes the young noble's possessions from her. Instead of immediately making his presence known, Theo snatches up the ball containing the ponyta and pockets it for the moment. He lets Nestor howl and rage for another few minutes, and would have for longer if he didn't notice the Madam's growing agitation.

He enters the room and looks around. It's a decent sized room, with the bed taking up only a little more than half the space. There's a few armchairs with a small table that holds empty glasses and a decanter of some amber drink. A large painting of dull blues and greens faces the bed. The bed itself is the main attraction and it's four posts almost reach the ceiling. Thick, soft curtains hang down and the odd shapes of the pillows speaks of their feathers. It was a level of decadence that Theo was easily associating with. In the middle of it all was a still screaming, and howling Nestor.

"Oh would you please shut up!" Theo says as he sits in one of the armchairs. He sets Nestor's things on the other and just waits for the young man to stop yelling. "Do you know why I did this?"

Nestor's position was very ... exposed. He was spread eagle without any clothes or covering on. He was furious, and began cursing you both in voice and mind.

Why don't you tell me you muking slave.

[MintyNinja]

"That's the word! Slave. I don't like that word," Theo says as he stands up. He releases Torch and mentally tells him to glow a little brighter. With his psychic abilities he brings the decanter over to Nestor's body and holds it high.

"You see, a slave is someone who is owned by their master. They have no choice about what happens to them, or what their master asks them to do. I, dear Nestor, am not a slave. Even if I were, I'm not your slave. I am employed by your uncle for a specific job. To read minds and manipulate circumstances in his favor." He tips the decanter and the amber liquid spills over Nestor's skin. The smell of alcohol burns slightly at Theo's nose as Torch draws nearer to him. He walks to the head of the bed so that Nestor can here him clearly.

"You are not a favorable circumstance. You are a liability. And burning you to death here may cost me much, but it would save your uncle more." He sends an image of a burnt corpse being sent away to Nestor's mind. Once he sees the fear in the young noble's eyes he recalls Torch.

"But I'm not being fair. I'm sure plenty of other people would like a chance to burn you up as well. And that's just greedy of me to do it myself." He sets the decanter back on the table and asks the naked, alcohol drenched noble, "Are you ready to go home yet?"

Only if needed: Charisma of Intimidation [roll0]

[Major]

"What in Arceus's name..." Ovelia says confused. The bear had ran and avoided her, but then transformed into something else. She hadn't heard of anything like that, but she was determined to stop the beast. If she didn't take this thing out she wouldn't be able to head home.

"Pursue it, Hector, cut it off if you can." She yelled as she charged.


Stab
[roll0] vs 4+physical
[roll1] physical, normal

Sir Hector
-Fury Cutter-
[roll2] vs 3
[roll3]

[CosmicOccurence]

Patience shoots a sideways glance at Janan. He motions to the dog to eat it. Smiling Patience bites into the berry, smiling at the not-so-little guy.

Janan approaches cautiously. Hello.... Are you ok? he asked nervously. He was being cautious, he didn't know if the thing would attack or not.

The pokemon backed away slowly as you approached, keeping the distance between the two of you. Then, he ran and hid behind Patience. As he moved, you see a long scar running across his chest.

He peeked his head out from behind Patience. Munchlax The voice was soft and apprehensive, obviously scared of the human who had come near him.

[CosmicOccurence]

"That's the word! Slave. I don't like that word," Theo says as he stands up. He releases Torch and mentally tells him to glow a little brighter. With his psychic abilities he brings the decanter over to Nestor's body and holds it high.

"You see, a slave is someone who is owned by their master. They have no choice about what happens to them, or what their master asks them to do. I, dear Nestor, am not a slave. Even if I were, I'm not your slave. I am employed by your uncle for a specific job. To read minds and manipulate circumstances in his favor." He tips the decanter and the amber liquid spills over Nestor's skin. The smell of alcohol burns slightly at Theo's nose as Torch draws nearer to him. He walks to the head of the bed so that Nestor can here him clearly.

"You are not a favorable circumstance. You are a liability. And burning you to death here may cost me much, but it would save your uncle more." He sends an image of a burnt corpse being sent away to Nestor's mind. Once he sees the fear in the young noble's eyes he recalls Torch.

"But I'm not being fair. I'm sure plenty of other people would like a chance to burn you up as well. And that's just greedy of me to do it myself." He sets the decanter back on the table and asks the naked, alcohol drenched noble, "Are you ready to go home yet?"

Only if needed: Charisma of Intimidation [roll0]

Nestor pants softly, obviously scared horrendously of your threat. He believed you, and believed you had it in you to burn him to death. Fine. You win. I'll go. Just let me out of these cursed ropes and let me take a bath.

[MintyNinja]

"Good, I'm eager to report to Lord Tarril," Theo says with a smirk. He opens the door and asks the Madam, who still had a rather shocked look on her face, to run a bath for the young lord. As she scurried off to tell some girl or another to do it, Theo untied the ropes and waited for Nestor to extricate himself from the bed. They were soon lead to another private room with a large, stone pit filled with steaming water. The dozens of oils on the shelves and the sturdy massage table told of this room's true use. But for this occasion it was actually used for cleanliness.

Once Nestor was scrubbed and dressed, two chores Theo was glad to learn the young man knew how to do, they left the Medusa in the rhyhorn carriage. The long, quiet ride was only once interrupted when Nestor asked about the ponyta and Theo wordlessly showed him the ball. Before the young man could think to ask for it, the psychic pocketed it again and that was the end of the discussion.

Much later they pulled up at the front steps of Lord Tarril's estate and were greeted by the butler from earlier. "If it's not a bother, I believe the the young lord here would like an audience with his uncle," Theo says to the butler.

As the butler walks on ahead while the two young men follow at a distance, Nestor speaks up, "I never said that." He hadn't even thought it. Quite the contrary, he just wanted to eat dinner and go to bed.

"I know, but I think this situation is one that Lord Tarril would rather not have hidden from him. He is host to us both and it's only respectful."

[CosmicOccurence]

"What in Arceus's name..." Ovelia says confused. The bear had ran and avoided her, but then transformed into something else. She hadn't heard of anything like that, but she was determined to stop the beast. If she didn't take this thing out she wouldn't be able to head home.

"Pursue it, Hector, cut it off if you can." She yelled as she charged.


Stab
[roll0] vs 4+physical
[roll1] physical, normal

Sir Hector
-Fury Cutter-
[roll2] vs 3
[roll3]


The beast snaps at the Gallade, doing 37 dark physical damage and flinching him.

[MesiDoomstalker]

The pokemon backed away slowly as you approached, keeping the distance between the two of you. Then, he ran and hid behind Patience. As he moved, you see a long scar running across his chest.

He peeked his head out from behind Patience. Munchlax The voice was soft and apprehensive, obviously scared of the human who had come near him.

Janan freezes in his tracks, afraid to even move away. Patience sensed both their apprehensions, their Aura's oozed it. He had to defuse the situation, before it got violent. Abdul had told him to protect Janan, and he would do so. He liked him, even if he was a bit odd at times. He didn't like sharing his abilities with just anyone. Abdul had made a point of drilling the importance of secrecy into the young mon. Now, if ever, was a good time to reveal it, if only to distract Janan from his ever growing uneasiness.

Patience turned around towards the Munchlax, offering him a hug. He extended his Aura out, brushing against's Janan's. The young boy's Aura roared to life at he contact, something Patience had never experienced before. It was as if some primal deep within Janan had awakened, even if the young boy didn't outwardly show it. Janan, calm yourself. Now is not the time to explain, but trust me. I am your friend and this Pokemon means you no harm. Please. Calm yourself.
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Janan had remained fixed in his position for a few moments, ideas flying through his head. A cold bead of sweat traced itself down his neck. What should he do? Should he attack? Would it attack him?

His mental questioning was interrupted by the oddest feeling he had ever felt. Something in his gut started to churn, but he wasn't sick. It sure didn't feel like sick. It felt..... uplifting. Or the very least, intoxicating. The feeling swept over him, spreading from his gut, extending to every nook, cranny and extremity.

His stance loosened as he tried to reorient himself after the wave of uplifting nausea. He blinked, trying to clear the haze that had settled over his eyes, but it was no good. Each blink made the haze worse, painting the landscape around him in an explosion of roiling colors.

Two color's stood out, however. They seemed to emanate from Patience and the Munchlax. Patience's color seemed to move of its own volition, moving towards Janan, too perplexed at the sight to even react. He heard the color, how he wasn't sure, speak, in a voice that was Patience if he could speak human tongue. Patience... you can talk?

Janan raised his hand to rub his eyes, noticing he was surrounded in color as well, a vivid orange. What? He moved his hand infront of him, the color following in as if orange water stuck to his skin. By chance it seemed, the color seemed to extend from his hand outwards, mixing with the two distinct color's from the pokemon in front of him. His own color 'spoke' I am calm. Dazed but calm.

Used Hey Guys point to take Aura User. Dark Orange is Janan using Aura (even if he doesn't know he's doing it).

[Major]

"Damn it..." Ovelia muttered as she stabbed at the creature again, "Die damn it, leave Hector alone. Right here." She yelled. However, her distraction with Hector's injuries threw off her strike.


Stab
[roll0] vs 4
[roll1]

[CosmicOccurence]

"Good, I'm eager to report to Lord Tarril," Theo says with a smirk. He opens the door and asks the Madam, who still had a rather shocked look on her face, to run a bath for the young lord. As she scurried off to tell some girl or another to do it, Theo untied the ropes and waited for Nestor to extricate himself from the bed. They were soon lead to another private room with a large, stone pit filled with steaming water. The dozens of oils on the shelves and the sturdy massage table told of this room's true use. But for this occasion it was actually used for cleanliness.

Once Nestor was scrubbed and dressed, two chores Theo was glad to learn the young man knew how to do, they left the Medusa in the rhyhorn carriage. The long, quiet ride was only once interrupted when Nestor asked about the ponyta and Theo wordlessly showed him the ball. Before the young man could think to ask for it, the psychic pocketed it again and that was the end of the discussion.

Much later they pulled up at the front steps of Lord Tarril's estate and were greeted by the butler from earlier. "If it's not a bother, I believe the the young lord here would like an audience with his uncle," Theo says to the butler.

As the butler walks on ahead while the two young men follow at a distance, Nestor speaks up, "I never said that." He hadn't even thought it. Quite the contrary, he just wanted to eat dinner and go to bed.

"I know, but I think this situation is one that Lord Tarril would rather not have hidden from him. He is host to us both and it's only respectful."

You were quickly led into the parlor room that Tarril saw visitors in. He was with your teacher, who nodded the smallest of nods at you.

What can I do for you Theo? I trust Nestor recieved his ponyta?

[CosmicOccurence]

Janan freezes in his tracks, afraid to even move away. Patience sensed both their apprehensions, their Aura's oozed it. He had to defuse the situation, before it got violent. Abdul had told him to protect Janan, and he would do so. He liked him, even if he was a bit odd at times. He didn't like sharing his abilities with just anyone. Abdul had made a point of drilling the importance of secrecy into the young mon. Now, if ever, was a good time to reveal it, if only to distract Janan from his ever growing uneasiness.

Patience turned around towards the Munchlax, offering him a hug. He extended his Aura out, brushing against's Janan's. The young boy's Aura roared to life at he contact, something Patience had never experienced before. It was as if some primal deep within Janan had awakened, even if the young boy didn't outwardly show it. Janan, calm yourself. Now is not the time to explain, but trust me. I am your friend and this Pokemon means you no harm. Please. Calm yourself.
_____________________________

Janan had remained fixed in his position for a few moments, ideas flying through his head. A cold bead of sweat traced itself down his neck. What should he do? Should he attack? Would it attack him?

His mental questioning was interrupted by the oddest feeling he had ever felt. Something in his gut started to churn, but he wasn't sick. It sure didn't feel like sick. It felt..... uplifting. Or the very least, intoxicating. The feeling swept over him, spreading from his gut, extending to every nook, cranny and extremity.

His stance loosened as he tried to reorient himself after the wave of uplifting nausea. He blinked, trying to clear the haze that had settled over his eyes, but it was no good. Each blink made the haze worse, painting the landscape around him in an explosion of roiling colors.

Two color's stood out, however. They seemed to emanate from Patience and the Munchlax. Patience's color seemed to move of its own volition, moving towards Janan, too perplexed at the sight to even react. He heard the color, how he wasn't sure, speak, in a voice that was Patience if he could speak human tongue. Patience... you can talk?

Janan raised his hand to rub his eyes, noticing he was surrounded in color as well, a vivid orange. What? He moved his hand infront of him, the color following in as if orange water stuck to his skin. By chance it seemed, the color seemed to extend from his hand outwards, mixing with the two distinct color's from the pokemon in front of him. His own color 'spoke' I am calm. Dazed but calm.

Used Hey Guys point to take Aura User. Dark Orange is Janan using Aura (even if he doesn't know he's doing it).

You see the muchlax's aura, along with Patience. It's aura was a pure blue, with a soothing flow. Around its wound however, the aura was much darker, approaching a murky navy blue. It remained distant from you, but seemed to fascinated with what was happening between you and your riolu to make an escape attempt. Absentmindedly, he put a berry into his mouth and started mulling it over in his mouth.

[CosmicOccurence]

"Damn it..." Ovelia muttered as she stabbed at the creature again, "Die damn it, leave Hector alone. Right here." She yelled. However, her distraction with Hector's injuries threw off her strike.


Stab
[roll0] vs 4
[roll1]


The dog quickly dodged under your slash and attempted to blast you with flames. You narrowly dodged them, with the flames singing the tips of your hair. It was growling deeply, eyes keen for an opening that it could use to pounce and finish off the encounter.

[MintyNinja]

Theo pulls the ball out of his pocket and hands it to the young noble, "Yes, sir, he has now." He then turns to Nestor and says, "Why don't you explain why it was in my pocket, Nestor." Mentally Theo places these thoughts on the surface of his mind, should Anya choose to indulge in curiosity: He ran off the moment he had a chance. Even after being warned. I tracked him down and convinced him to come back.

[MesiDoomstalker]

Janan had since stopped trying to clear his vision, now fascinated with the cut and its color difference. Your hurt. I can help. Janan pulls out the cloth imbued with minor healing runes. If you let me... Janan offers the cloth, fixated on the navy scar across its belly.

[Major]

When the beast had fired the fireball, Ovelia quickly ducked and charged at the creature doing a sliding tackle to get close while she thrusted a counter attack right for it's throat. Counters were one of her strong suits and if she couldn't do a decisive blow then she'd take it out with a thousand cuts. However, despite how cool she felt, she accidentally slid a bit too far and missed completely.

Don't try and look flashy, fight efficiently Sir Zairon's words rung through her head.

She smirked as she looked behind the creature. When it had launched the fire ball it had focused on her and seemingly had forgotten all about Sir Hector who had recovered from the painful strike and swung his blades right at the creatures exposed back.


Shift to E13 and attack
Arms Attack:
[roll0] vs 4
[roll1] Physical, normal

Slash
[roll2] vs 2+physical 18-29 crit
[roll3], it's a pass move so Gallade shifts to F14 to cut off the creature
Edit: +26 Crit roll in ooc

[planswalker]

Something changed in Tornadus's eyes, and he nodded in affirmation. The winds died down, the elementals vanished into the air, and all signs of the curse faded from his body.

Very good mortal. You have indeed proved your power. You may look upon the map without any more worry.

Light filled the room as runes on the map started shining brightly, blinding you for a second. When the glorious light died down, Tornadus was nowhere to be found. Your map room was still in disarray however, and Jon was still lying unconscious on the ground.

18,000 xp

Grinning at his accomplishment while thinking to himself Wimp. I'd just bested him and he knows it. Oh well. Looks like I get to use a map after all. And, hey, I just fought a wind god and won! I'm sure the crew will like that.

He has Smaug drag Jon up to the deck while he opens the map to see if it was worth all the fuss.

[CosmicOccurence]

Janan had since stopped trying to clear his vision, now fascinated with the cut and its color difference. Your hurt. I can help. Janan pulls out the cloth imbued with minor healing runes. If you let me... Janan offers the cloth, fixated on the navy scar across its belly.

The runes on the cloth failed to activate. Either the wound couldn't heal, or it was too old and had left a scar after healing naturally. However, the munchlax seemed to recognize what you were trying to do, and he started to cry.

Patinece manages to translate the blubbering into words for you. He said he'd never been offered one of the magic cloths before.

[CosmicOccurence]

Theo pulls the ball out of his pocket and hands it to the young noble, "Yes, sir, he has now." He then turns to Nestor and says, "Why don't you explain why it was in my pocket, Nestor." Mentally Theo places these thoughts on the surface of his mind, should Anya choose to indulge in curiosity: He ran off the moment he had a chance. Even after being warned. I tracked him down and convinced him to come back.

Very nicely done. Good work. your mentor said.

Nestor sighs, obviously regretting his decision to come back willingly with you, and started speaking. It's because I wanted to take it for a ride, and he Nestor points at you decided that he didn't want me to try out the new pokemon you got me.

Lord Tarril sighed, and rubbed his temple. And where did you take it? Nestor opened his mouth, closed it, and refused to speak again. Tarril looked to you for an explanation.

[CosmicOccurence]

When the beast had fired the fireball, Ovelia quickly ducked and charged at the creature doing a sliding tackle to get close while she thrusted a counter attack right for it's throat. Counters were one of her strong suits and if she couldn't do a decisive blow then she'd take it out with a thousand cuts. However, despite how cool she felt, she accidentally slid a bit too far and missed completely.

Don't try and look flashy, fight efficiently Sir Zairon's words rung through her head.

She smirked as she looked behind the creature. When it had launched the fire ball it had focused on her and seemingly had forgotten all about Sir Hector who had recovered from the painful strike and swung his blades right at the creatures exposed back.


Shift to E13 and attack
Arms Attack:
[roll0] vs 4
[roll1] Physical, normal

Slash
[roll2] vs 2+physical 18-29 crit
[roll3], it's a pass move so Gallade shifts to F14 to cut off the creature
Edit: +26 Crit roll in ooc


The attacks slashed through the monster, and it fell to the ground. As it did so, its flesh shifted and deformed until a small black pool of goop lay on the ground. Sir Hector panted heavily, but otherwise seemed fine.

1800 xp

[CosmicOccurence]

Grinning at his accomplishment while thinking to himself Wimp. I'd just bested him and he knows it. Oh well. Looks like I get to use a map after all. And, hey, I just fought a wind god and won! I'm sure the crew will like that.

He has Smaug drag Jon up to the deck while he opens the map to see if it was worth all the fuss.

The map was old, drawn on leather parchment. It had faded transparent runes inscribed over it and beautiful ink calligraphy classic to ancient Gaventian work. You recognized the major geographical features of Gavent laid out for you in vivid imagery, but it lacks any marking indicating cities or metropolitan areas.

There were a variety of other markings however, a total of four across various portions of the map. Lines of Gaventian script ran across these places, narrating something. It wasn't Gaventian that you were used to seeing however. Some words looked slightly familiar, but most words were completely alien to you though the style was that of Gavent.

[MesiDoomstalker]

The runes on the cloth failed to activate. Either the wound couldn't heal, or it was too old and had left a scar after healing naturally. However, the munchlax seemed to recognize what you were trying to do, and he started to cry.

Patinece manages to translate the blubbering into words for you. He said he'd never been offered one of the magic cloths before.

Janan was taken aback by the mon sudden mood swing, its Aura drooping in tandem. There there. Its alright. I'm here Seeminglessly speaking through his voice and his Aura as if by instinct, Janan closes the gap between them and wraps the Munchlax in a tight comforting hug.

[planswalker]

The map was old, drawn on leather parchment. It had faded transparent runes inscribed over it and beautiful ink calligraphy classic to ancient Gaventian work. You recognized the major geographical features of Gavent laid out for you in vivid imagery, but it lacks any marking indicating cities or metropolitan areas.

There were a variety of other markings however, a total of four across various portions of the map. Lines of Gaventian script ran across these places, narrating something. It wasn't Gaventian that you were used to seeing however. Some words looked slightly familiar, but most words were completely alien to you though the style was that of Gavent.

Bartholomew grumbles to hiself. "Of course fighting a GOD to get to view the map isn't good enough. No, now I have to find someone who can read the silly thing." He'll roll up the map and stow it away on his person for now. He'll then return to the deck of the ship and recall all his pokemon.

"Someone get Jon over to sick bay and someone else fetch the first mate."

[MintyNinja]

Theo works hard to suppress the grin that threatened to sprout on his face. "Sir, while giving said ponyta a test ride, the young lord was thrown to the ground. The continued panic of the pokemon stirred up a sleepy stampede and I was able to draw the attention of the others while Nestor made a panicked run for the fence." He clears his throat while going over the images in his mind. Anya was likely checking his story and relaying her own thoughts to Lord Tarril.

"This rush of excitement convinced the young lord to buy the pokemon and the transaction was easily handled. The moment we had left the building I warned Nestor about running off to some whorehouse, something I could see he planned to do from the start." He takes another moment to let that sink in. The reason Nestor was here was because of trouble with the brothels back home. "It was my mistake, however, to try to reason with the young man and so he took off down the street, riding like a child. I followed him, an easy enough feat because he took zero attempts to hide his path and many commoners complained of the brash young fool riding full sprint down a narrow street. Our carriage soon arrived at the Medusa, a house of pleasure slightly better than a bed on a street. I had the carriage park a few buildings down so as not to bring ill-repute to Lord Tarril's name." He mentally relayed that as for brothels, the Medusa was better than he said. He only exaggerated that aloud to drive the point to Nestor.

"I struck a deal with the Madam of the house to allow me to rob the young lord. It only cost me 125 gold pieces, and I'm certain I could have bargained for lower but I wanted her good favor. She aided in my plan and Nestor was soon tied to the bed naked and the woman he was with came out of the room with everything he had on him. Pokemon included." Theo takes a breath and steadies himself for what was to come next. He was working hard not to notice Nestor's emotional rises as the story was told but he could bet the young man felt a slight sense of joy for Theo needing to tell this next section.

"I took matters into my own hands, then. I entered the room and chose that moment to try and teach the young lord something about consequences. I doused him in alcohol and brought a flame nearby. I had just demonstrated that for 125 gold I could track down a noble, obtain all his possessions, pokemon included, and then kill him. If that was my goal. As you can see, it was not. I convinced him that it was high time we returned here, and to guarantee he wouldn't attempt to escape or fight, I confiscated the pokemon."

He clears his throat, story finished. "I requested the audience so that all this can be brought up immediately with no twists in the truth. I do not believe that Nestor will forgive me, I rather hope he doesn't. Learning from this scenario should at least make him a bit more clever, if he has it in him. And I think that means that I can't stay on this estate anymore. While he's here, that is. I think having me here would muddle what he learns from this day and only breed anger and petty spite. I request permission to live in the city. For a pitiful stipend I could have a small apartment to myself where you, Lord Tarril, and my mentor, Anya, can always find me. I am not requesting a leave of service, but a chance to live independently and improve my skills through new situations."

[Major]

A frown crossed Ovelia's face. The creature seemed defeated, but yet this weird puddle remained. She was far from the expert in black goo, but most pokemon didn't turn into puddles.

"Do you sense anything with your telepathy?" She asked Sir Hector as she knelt down next to the goo.

[CosmicOccurence]

Theo works hard to suppress the grin that threatened to sprout on his face. "Sir, while giving said ponyta a test ride, the young lord was thrown to the ground. The continued panic of the pokemon stirred up a sleepy stampede and I was able to draw the attention of the others while Nestor made a panicked run for the fence." He clears his throat while going over the images in his mind. Anya was likely checking his story and relaying her own thoughts to Lord Tarril.

"This rush of excitement convinced the young lord to buy the pokemon and the transaction was easily handled. The moment we had left the building I warned Nestor about running off to some whorehouse, something I could see he planned to do from the start." He takes another moment to let that sink in. The reason Nestor was here was because of trouble with the brothels back home. "It was my mistake, however, to try to reason with the young man and so he took off down the street, riding like a child. I followed him, an easy enough feat because he took zero attempts to hide his path and many commoners complained of the brash young fool riding full sprint down a narrow street. Our carriage soon arrived at the Medusa, a house of pleasure slightly better than a bed on a street. I had the carriage park a few buildings down so as not to bring ill-repute to Lord Tarril's name." He mentally relayed that as for brothels, the Medusa was better than he said. He only exaggerated that aloud to drive the point to Nestor.

"I struck a deal with the Madam of the house to allow me to rob the young lord. It only cost me 125 gold pieces, and I'm certain I could have bargained for lower but I wanted her good favor. She aided in my plan and Nestor was soon tied to the bed naked and the woman he was with came out of the room with everything he had on him. Pokemon included." Theo takes a breath and steadies himself for what was to come next. He was working hard not to notice Nestor's emotional rises as the story was told but he could bet the young man felt a slight sense of joy for Theo needing to tell this next section.

"I took matters into my own hands, then. I entered the room and chose that moment to try and teach the young lord something about consequences. I doused him in alcohol and brought a flame nearby. I had just demonstrated that for 125 gold I could track down a noble, obtain all his possessions, pokemon included, and then kill him. If that was my goal. As you can see, it was not. I convinced him that it was high time we returned here, and to guarantee he wouldn't attempt to escape or fight, I confiscated the pokemon."

He clears his throat, story finished. "I requested the audience so that all this can be brought up immediately with no twists in the truth. I do not believe that Nestor will forgive me, I rather hope he doesn't. Learning from this scenario should at least make him a bit more clever, if he has it in him. And I think that means that I can't stay on this estate anymore. While he's here, that is. I think having me here would muddle what he learns from this day and only breed anger and petty spite. I request permission to live in the city. For a pitiful stipend I could have a small apartment to myself where you, Lord Tarril, and my mentor, Anya, can always find me. I am not requesting a leave of service, but a chance to live independently and improve my skills through new situations."

Throughout your speech, Tarril and Anya kept their minds busy with games of voltorb flip, leaving you no room to interpret their thoughts aside from what they showed to the outside world.

After you finished, silence hung in the room as the lord considered the situation gravely. Very good Theo. I'm glad you were able to perform the transaction successfully and keep Nestor from getting in too much trouble. As for you he looked at Nestor. You will wait in your room until I call for you. It's about time we had a nice long chat about your stay here. Leave us. Nestor was escorted out of the room by a butler promptly.

Returning his attention to you, Tarril addressed you at length. As for you living and working in the city, I think it could be arranged. You will serve as my agent in the city, and I shall provide you with a stipend. I expect daily reports by pidgey, and you will receive your instructions in a similar manner. You will receive a weekly stipend of 50 Gold, which is more than enough for you to live a comfortable life.

I'll reimburse you for your expenses of course. I've informed the treasury to authorize a payment of $3,000. This should be enough to get you settled, make some friends, and cover your services for today.

Your mentor Anya steps forwards. You are to return to the manor at the end of each week. We'll give you a while to settle in before calling on your services in the city. Do you have anything else to report?

[CosmicOccurence]

Janan was taken aback by the mon sudden mood swing, its Aura drooping in tandem. There there. Its alright. I'm here Seeminglessly speaking through his voice and his Aura as if by instinct, Janan closes the gap between them and wraps the Munchlax in a tight comforting hug.

The munchlax doesn't seem to know how to react to human contact, but see its aura blossom into a bright star as it recognizes the gesture behind your actions. After a second or two, it began to reciprocate the contact, and its plush fur soon began to settle from its slightly position from when it had been shocked.

[MintyNinja]

"Only that the Madam was paid for a leeway in business, not for secrecy. If that's something you wish amended I can do so as soon as possible," Theo says. He doesn't attempt to block his mind to them as he feels excited about his new posting and the payments. Already he's plotting out a faint network of places to reacquaint himself. He may need to change the wardrobe a bit to keep options open. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

[CosmicOccurence]

Bartholomew grumbles to hiself. "Of course fighting a GOD to get to view the map isn't good enough. No, now I have to find someone who can read the silly thing." He'll roll up the map and stow it away on his person for now. He'll then return to the deck of the ship and recall all his pokemon.

"Someone get Jon over to sick bay and someone else fetch the first mate."

Your men swarm the ship, moving Jon to the sick bay, attempting to clean up the map room and salvage what they could, taking lumber kept on board to patch up the wall. Your ship was a well oiled machine, and your men were skilled at what they did: skilled enough to act without instructions when they needed to.

[CosmicOccurence]

A frown crossed Ovelia's face. The creature seemed defeated, but yet this weird puddle remained. She was far from the expert in black goo, but most pokemon didn't turn into puddles.

"Do you sense anything with your telepathy?" She asked Sir Hector as she knelt down next to the goo.

It's some kind of pokemon. It's unconcious, but not dead. I think that this is its true form, but that it can somehow turn into other pokemon during battle. It's mind was consumed with hatred directed at you, it was thirsting for your blood even though it had just eaten. A true monster.

[planswalker]

Your men swarm the ship, moving Jon to the sick bay, attempting to clean up the map room and salvage what they could, taking lumber kept on board to patch up the wall. Your ship was a well oiled machine, and your men were skilled at what they did: skilled enough to act without instructions when they needed to.

When his first mate, William, reported in, Captain Rayleigh said, "Next time we stop off in a friendly port, start spreading the word that I'm looking to hire a linguist to translate something for me. Don't say what, just that a pirate lord is paying for a translation of an ancient language. I have to get the silly map translated if I'm ever going to use it to fulfill my goal."

[MesiDoomstalker]

Its alright. I can take care of you. Would you like to come with me? Janan pulls out an empty apricorn, offering to the Munchlax a caring family.

[Major]

"So this blob is its true form?" Ovelia asked as she stood up and took a step backwards. "Well, not sure what overtook it, but we can't have it healing up or being caught and used by someone..." Ovelia lifted her sword and started stabbing repeatedly. She didn't know how to coup-de-grace a blob, but she hoped it would work.

[CosmicOccurence]

"Only that the Madam was paid for a leeway in business, not for secrecy. If that's something you wish amended I can do so as soon as possible," Theo says. He doesn't attempt to block his mind to them as he feels excited about his new posting and the payments. Already he's plotting out a faint network of places to reacquaint himself. He may need to change the wardrobe a bit to keep options open. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

I doubt she would be stupid enough to flout the information about. It would only lead to her loss of buisness. As I don't require anything more of you, you are dismissed. Good work today Theo.

[CosmicOccurence]

Its alright. I can take care of you. Would you like to come with me? Janan pulls out an empty apricorn, offering to the Munchlax a caring family.

The munchlax hesitates for a moment, and then touches the apricorn. Symbol magic shines brightly from the ball and lines of runes twine themselves around the muchlax. He doesn't seem surprised by this occurrence at all, and he disappears in a flash of bright light.

[CosmicOccurence]

When his first mate, William, reported in, Captain Rayleigh said, "Next time we stop off in a friendly port, start spreading the word that I'm looking to hire a linguist to translate something for me. Don't say what, just that a pirate lord is paying for a translation of an ancient language. I have to get the silly map translated if I'm ever going to use it to fulfill my goal."

Will do Captain. Would you like to continue on to Merrin's Grave or change course?

[CosmicOccurence]

"So this blob is its true form?" Ovelia asked as she stood up and took a step backwards. "Well, not sure what overtook it, but we can't have it healing up or being caught and used by someone..." Ovelia lifted her sword and started stabbing repeatedly. She didn't know how to coup-de-grace a blob, but she hoped it would work.

Whatever you did seemed to work, and the pokemon was quickly turned into small bits of gloop that were quickly drying out. Sir Hector gives you a nod, confirming the kill.

[MintyNinja]

Theo bows respectfully to both Lord Tarril and Anya, then he walks to the kitchens. He takes whatever's offered as his meal and chooses to eat it at the staff table. I don't need to face Nestor again while I'm here and I might as well give the poor boy a break from my presence. But it all looks to be going well for me. My own little place in the city, all I have to do is keep in touch with the Estate and keep up in my assignments. And so his thoughts continued as he finished his meal.

When he was done he retired to his room early and started packing. He didn't have a lot, but he collected his belongings into a bag and set it at the end of his bed. He released Torch to the litwick's night stand and let Sparky curl up at the foot of his bed. With everything set for the morning, Theo went to bed early.
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Before the sun even breaks dawn, Theo's awake. Today's the day we go, he thinks to his pokemon. They each stir awake at their own pace. By the time they were actually awake Theo had washed his face and was dressed in dark pants and a white shirt. It was bound by a grey vest with Tarril's Ensignia emblazoned over the heart. He returned the two of them to their balls and carried his bag outside. He brought it to the front steps and looked to see if a carriage was ready to take him to the city yet.

[MesiDoomstalker]

The munchlax hesitates for a moment, and then touches the apricorn. Symbol magic shines brightly from the ball and lines of runes twine themselves around the muchlax. He doesn't seem surprised by this occurrence at all, and he disappears in a flash of bright light.

Janan releases the Munchlax immediately. You sure your ok? Janan looks the Munchlax over more closely now, studying the scar intently.

[planswalker]

Will do Captain. Would you like to continue on to Merrin's Grave or change course?

"We'll keep heading to Merrin's Grave first. If I can find a local translator, that'd be for the best. If not, I'll check the other towns in the Isles."

[Major]

"There, let's get some of this blob in a basket or a container so we can confirm the kill and show them that King Jonathan cares about them and sends the best. Town is happy, then we show it to our bosses so that they are happy. Then I get to head back to the palace, so I am happy." Ovelia says with a chuckle as she looks around for something to store the bits of black goo in.

Assuming she finds something, she tosses the globs into the container and heads to look for the lady that seemed in charge. She realized it was late, but if she could find the lady then she could show it and start taking the trip back to town and be home and in her bed for training tomorrow morning with Sir Zairon and work after.

[CosmicOccurence]

Theo bows respectfully to both Lord Tarril and Anya, then he walks to the kitchens. He takes whatever's offered as his meal and chooses to eat it at the staff table. I don't need to face Nestor again while I'm here and I might as well give the poor boy a break from my presence. But it all looks to be going well for me. My own little place in the city, all I have to do is keep in touch with the Estate and keep up in my assignments. And so his thoughts continued as he finished his meal.

When he was done he retired to his room early and started packing. He didn't have a lot, but he collected his belongings into a bag and set it at the end of his bed. He released Torch to the litwick's night stand and let Sparky curl up at the foot of his bed. With everything set for the morning, Theo went to bed early.
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Before the sun even breaks dawn, Theo's awake. Today's the day we go, he thinks to his pokemon. They each stir awake at their own pace. By the time they were actually awake Theo had washed his face and was dressed in dark pants and a white shirt. It was bound by a grey vest with Tarril's Ensignia emblazoned over the heart. He returned the two of them to their balls and carried his bag outside. He brought it to the front steps and looked to see if a carriage was ready to take him to the city yet.

I'm just assuming you got the money before you left

Servants quickly pack your stuff into the back of a large cart, cover it in a water resistant cloth, and open the door for you to step into a carriage. One walks up to you and hands you an envelope. It had your name on it in the plain handwriting of Anya.


Theo,

Do be careful in the city. Despite your well developed powers, you still have a long way to go. It's also your first time living an your own. You need friends, but be careful who you trust. Remember that in the end, you are the only person who will look out for you,

Best of luck,

Anya

[CosmicOccurence]

Janan releases the Munchlax immediately. You sure your ok? Janan looks the Munchlax over more closely now, studying the scar intently.

The little pokemon nodded gravely and awkwardly patted your shin in appreciation. He seemed to have calmed down, but it was obvious that he might never be completely comfortable around you.

The scar was old, but permanent. The wound looked like it had once been quite severe and had gone untreated. The soothing blue aura that enveloped Hunger was severely darkened around this area, and the darkness fluctuated slowly like tides in the ocean.

[CosmicOccurence]

"We'll keep heading to Merrin's Grave first. If I can find a local translator, that'd be for the best. If not, I'll check the other towns in the Isles."

Will do sir. I don't remember any translators, but then again, I don't look for them. He scurries off to start giving orders to the crew and tell them that they can't laze about just because there was a god on board a little while ago.

The sea was calm now, showing no signs of the storms that Tornadus had brought. The rains had disappeared as easily as Multani's curse had disappeared.

You'll reach Merrin's Grave without any trouble within 5-6 hours. If you'd like to do anything in that time, go for it. If not, feel free to write yourself into port.

[CosmicOccurence]

"There, let's get some of this blob in a basket or a container so we can confirm the kill and show them that King Jonathan cares about them and sends the best. Town is happy, then we show it to our bosses so that they are happy. Then I get to head back to the palace, so I am happy." Ovelia says with a chuckle as she looks around for something to store the bits of black goo in.

Assuming she finds something, she tosses the globs into the container and heads to look for the lady that seemed in charge. She realized it was late, but if she could find the lady then she could show it and start taking the trip back to town and be home and in her bed for training tomorrow morning with Sir Zairon and work after.

There are a variety of supplies in the house, including a plethora of woven baskets. Maybe the owner had made them for a living, or possibly just a hobby. There was also 7 triens (money), and a large number of food supplies. Unfortunately, there was also a bloody mess from when the pokemon had attacked.

[MesiDoomstalker]

The little pokemon nodded gravely and awkwardly patted your shin in appreciation. He seemed to have calmed down, but it was obvious that he might never be completely comfortable around you.

The scar was old, but permanent. The wound looked like it had once been quite severe and had gone untreated. The soothing blue aura that enveloped Hunger was severely darkened around this area, and the darkness fluctuated slowly like tides in the ocean.

Janan frowned. He wasn't quite sure what he was looking at. These.... colors, Auras, he was seeing were striking. From what he's seen, they came from living beings and for some reason he could see them now, but not before. And then Hunger. The way the scar discolored the Aura around it was unsettling for Janan. He made a mental note to have an Empath take a look at it... when he had at least more coin to his name.

Janan walked back to town, blinking to clear the colors from his eyes. As remarkable as they were, it was a bit disorienting to walk when everything was surrounded by amorphous color blobs. By the time he makes it back to the front gate, the Aura's had died down to meer outlines, and a final blink cleared even those away.

He returned Patience, knowing well that roaming the city with that many mon out was asking for trouble. On a second thought, he returned Hunger too. If just him freaked Hunger out, the city would drive him insane.

Janan took his time finding a nice inn to stay at for the night. He had already become accustomed to sleeping in alley ways but he wanted a good nights rest this night. He needed his strength for his... task tomorrow.

[MintyNinja]

Best of luck,

It very well might have been. The early morning ride was calm and peaceful and free of surprises. Someone had thought to bring fruit for a snack and Theo enjoyed a light breakfast on the road to Orothan.

It was a well played move that let Lord Tarril grant this request. For one, he now had at least one more man inside the city to do his bidding. For another, he was confident Theo would grow in power while staying in the city, which meant that he would become more valuable of an asset. And also, it allowed him a bridge to his nephew. By sending Theo away, he had "protected" Nestor and the young noble just might repay him by growing up. Which, in turn, would raise his already high esteem with the relatives that sent the brat here. And Theo orchestrated a good portion of this to get what he wanted: a place of his own.

The thing about finding a place of your own, is that it's hard to find the right one. Most of the morning was spent moving from district to district looking for available residences but the size of the city exaggerated the task. They eventually narrowed it down to a quiet area close to the market, but equally close to a park. It was well into the afternoon when Theo finally found a cozy apartment that suited his tastes. There was then another hour of haggling, then dinner with the landlord, then some more haggling. As the sun began to set they agreed on a price and signed a contract. Theo then spent the waning evening unpacking.

It was a corner apartment on the top floor of a three floor building. There were several others in the same building all connected by a large central stairway. It seemed that every home had a window on the third floor, and the view was rather magnificent. There was large entrance on street level which lead to the spiraling stairway. And while there was no central kitchen for all the apartments, Theo was informed that there were plenty of places around that would serve him food.

Once he was unpacked, he stored away his money and carried only 150 gold coins. He left the building as the sun finally disappeared and began to walk around, intent to learn the layout of his new neighborhood.

[Major]

Ovelia leaves the money and the food supplies. She was here on behalf of the King and wasn't going to give him a bad name by stealing. The blood? Well, her job was protection, not maid services. A bit of blood for safety seemed like a fair trade.

So with that, she tossed the pieces in one basket and headed out to look for the leader hoping she could start the journey home tonight.

[CosmicOccurence]

Janan frowned. He wasn't quite sure what he was looking at. These.... colors, Auras, he was seeing were striking. From what he's seen, they came from living beings and for some reason he could see them now, but not before. And then Hunger. The way the scar discolored the Aura around it was unsettling for Janan. He made a mental note to have an Empath take a look at it... when he had at least more coin to his name.

Janan walked back to town, blinking to clear the colors from his eyes. As remarkable as they were, it was a bit disorienting to walk when everything was surrounded by amorphous color blobs. By the time he makes it back to the front gate, the Aura's had died down to meer outlines, and a final blink cleared even those away.

He returned Patience, knowing well that roaming the city with that many mon out was asking for trouble. On a second thought, he returned Hunger too. If just him freaked Hunger out, the city would drive him insane.

Janan took his time finding a nice inn to stay at for the night. He had already become accustomed to sleeping in alley ways but he wanted a good nights rest this night. He needed his strength for his... task tomorrow.

You find a suitable in known as Beggar's Rest. It was a little on the shaby side, but it would do quite nicely. You could surely find somewhere cheaper, but this place seemed to offer a modicum of safety. When you walked in, a wrinkled man greets you with a toothy smile.

"Welcome to the Rest young sir. Are you looking for room and board for the night? If so, we provide good service for the cost."

5 drachma for a room and nights board, but you could find as low as 3 in less savory environments.

[CosmicOccurence]

Best of luck,

It very well might have been. The early morning ride was calm and peaceful and free of surprises. Someone had thought to bring fruit for a snack and Theo enjoyed a light breakfast on the road to Orothan.

It was a well played move that let Lord Tarril grant this request. For one, he now had at least one more man inside the city to do his bidding. For another, he was confident Theo would grow in power while staying in the city, which meant that he would become more valuable of an asset. And also, it allowed him a bridge to his nephew. By sending Theo away, he had "protected" Nestor and the young noble just might repay him by growing up. Which, in turn, would raise his already high esteem with the relatives that sent the brat here. And Theo orchestrated a good portion of this to get what he wanted: a place of his own.

The thing about finding a place of your own, is that it's hard to find the right one. Most of the morning was spent moving from district to district looking for available residences but the size of the city exaggerated the task. They eventually narrowed it down to a quiet area close to the market, but equally close to a park. It was well into the afternoon when Theo finally found a cozy apartment that suited his tastes. There was then another hour of haggling, then dinner with the landlord, then some more haggling. As the sun began to set they agreed on a price and signed a contract. Theo then spent the waning evening unpacking.

It was a corner apartment on the top floor of a three floor building. There were several others in the same building all connected by a large central stairway. It seemed that every home had a window on the third floor, and the view was rather magnificent. There was large entrance on street level which lead to the spiraling stairway. And while there was no central kitchen for all the apartments, Theo was informed that there were plenty of places around that would serve him food.

Once he was unpacked, he stored away his money and carried only 150 gold coins. He left the building as the sun finally disappeared and began to walk around, intent to learn the layout of his new neighborhood.

I'll create a map of the neighborhood for you on a google doc

You had chosen well. The area was relatively peaceful, with mostly residential buildings. Unfortunately, this attracted a large number of beggars who would sit on the side of the road begging for money. A small park sat about five minutes away from your apartment. It was filled with domesticated pidove that wandered the grass and pecked at seeds.

The main floors of many lots held small stores or restaurants. Everything from 'gourmet' food to blacksmiths, to clothing stores, to symbol magician shops. The evening traffic was busy, but not uncomfortably so.

[CosmicOccurence]

Ovelia leaves the money and the food supplies. She was here on behalf of the King and wasn't going to give him a bad name by stealing. The blood? Well, her job was protection, not maid services. A bit of blood for safety seemed like a fair trade.

So with that, she tossed the pieces in one basket and headed out to look for the leader hoping she could start the journey home tonight.

Medina was waiting the village square, keeping village while praying to a small statue of Cresselia. When she heard your footsteps, her head came up and she smiled. Welcome back. Have you news for us?

[MintyNinja]

Theo easily ignores the beggars, and takes note of the multitude of stores. As the evening continued on he approached the park, no real goal in mind but wary of the bird pokemon around. Once he's far enough away from the lights of the street and the shops, he lets Torch out and the Litwick lights his way.

Using my one wilds roll: [roll0]
Hoping for a Murkrow, but I'm open to possibilities.

[MesiDoomstalker]

You find a suitable in known as Beggar's Rest. It was a little on the shaby side, but it would do quite nicely. You could surely find somewhere cheaper, but this place seemed to offer a modicum of safety. When you walked in, a wrinkled man greets you with a toothy smile.

"Welcome to the Rest young sir. Are you looking for room and board for the night? If so, we provide good service for the cost."

5 drachma for a room and nights board, but you could find as low as 3 in less savory environments.

Janan carefully counts out the 5 Drachmas for the room, thanking the man for his service. He sees himself to his room, a dinky little 8x8 room with sacks of straw and a musky blanket for a bed. It wasn't much but the extra cost was for security more than anything else.

He releases each of his pokemon, starting with Hunger then Patience and finally Fury. The little dragon snipped at Hunger causing him to squeak in surprise and fear. Careful Fury. This is Hunger, our newest addition. Hunger waved nervously, while Fury just glared. Everyone get some rest. We... uh... have a big day ahead of us tomorrow.

Janan lifted the blanket, giving the sacks a few good punches to scary any Bug types that might had taken refuge in them. Fury walked to the corner of the room opposite the bed, scratched against the floor and spun in a circle once before lying down, curling his tail around himself. Patience positioned himself in the middle of the room and sat cross legged, his head dropping slightly, looking more like meditating than actual sleep. Hunger rocked back and forth on his heels uneasily, unsure what to do. Would you like to sleep with me Hunger? I don't bite. Janan flashed a teasing smile at the young mon, offering him the bed.

Few notes: I'm having Fury be a low Loyalty 2, Patience a low Loyalty 3 and Hunger around middle Loyalty 2. I meant to mention this a few posts ago: I'm fluffing a few things around Janan differently. I'm basically having him be a geyser of Wild Magic. Every use of Hey Guys! is basically the geyser erupting with some new talent or ability. I am also fluffing Aura Reading as being an On/Off ability, a skill Janan needs to practice with so he can keep it in a state somewhere inbetween. Keeping it on all the time is disorienting, like living in a Disney movie multiplied by 100,000.

Also: Drachma's are Greek. Shekels would be a closer historical analogue. Also2: I am not trying to do some weird stuff with Hunger. Just so its not misconstrued that way.

[Major]

"The King would never send somebody who couldn't help you. You're people should be safe now. The monster is dead, I'll be taking what is left of the creature, a shape-shifter, back to the palace for people more experienced with to examine. Hopefully it was one of a kind." Ovelia says with a polite bow to the woman.

[CosmicOccurence]

Theo easily ignores the beggars, and takes note of the multitude of stores. As the evening continued on he approached the park, no real goal in mind but wary of the bird pokemon around. Once he's far enough away from the lights of the street and the shops, he lets Torch out and the Litwick lights his way.

Using my one wilds roll: [roll0]
Hoping for a Murkrow, but I'm open to possibilities.

As you walk, the sounds of a small scuffle reach your ears. Cawing and hissing start to fill the air, and soon Torchlights up a scene of two small navy blue pokemon attack a small purple rat.

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0Al4jVK75mdpjdDdiQkRtaDhFeXVJZ2ZCSzlrOGNSQ nc#gid=2 (map)

[CosmicOccurence]

Janan carefully counts out the 5 Drachmas for the room, thanking the man for his service. He sees himself to his room, a dinky little 8x8 room with sacks of straw and a musky blanket for a bed. It wasn't much but the extra cost was for security more than anything else.

He releases each of his pokemon, starting with Hunger then Patience and finally Fury. The little dragon snipped at Hunger causing him to squeak in surprise and fear. Careful Fury. This is Hunger, our newest addition. Hunger waved nervously, while Fury just glared. Everyone get some rest. We... uh... have a big day ahead of us tomorrow.

Janan lifted the blanket, giving the sacks a few good punches to scary any Bug types that might had taken refuge in them. Fury walked to the corner of the room opposite the bed, scratched against the floor and spun in a circle once before lying down, curling his tail around himself. Patience positioned himself in the middle of the room and sat cross legged, his head dropping slightly, looking more like meditating than actual sleep. Hunger rocked back and forth on his heels uneasily, unsure what to do. Would you like to sleep with me Hunger? I don't bite. Janan flashed a teasing smile at the young mon, offering him the bed.

Few notes: I'm having Fury be a low Loyalty 2, Patience a low Loyalty 3 and Hunger around middle Loyalty 2. I meant to mention this a few posts ago: I'm fluffing a few things around Janan differently. I'm basically having him be a geyser of Wild Magic. Every use of Hey Guys! is basically the geyser erupting with some new talent or ability. I am also fluffing Aura Reading as being an On/Off ability, a skill Janan needs to practice with so he can keep it in a state somewhere inbetween. Keeping it on all the time is disorienting, like living in a Disney movie multiplied by 100,000.

Also: Drachma's are Greek. Shekels would be a closer historical analogue. Also2: I am not trying to do some weird stuff with Hunger. Just so its not misconstrued that way.

The little munchlax considers it for a second, but shakes his head and curls up in a corner, where he closes his eyes. After a bit of rustling to get comfortable, he drifts off into sleep. Soon after, he begins to snore softly, though not loud enough to wake you if you're sleeping.

[CosmicOccurence]

"The King would never send somebody who couldn't help you. You're people should be safe now. The monster is dead, I'll be taking what is left of the creature, a shape-shifter, back to the palace for people more experienced with to examine. Hopefully it was one of a kind." Ovelia says with a polite bow to the woman.

She smiled warmly. That is indeed good news. I shall spread the word so we can return to our normal lives. Do you require any healing? We would be more than happy to provide you with some. Also, I have had a bed prepared for you at my house. We would be more than honored for you to join us for the night.

[MesiDoomstalker]

The little munchlax considers it for a second, but shakes his head and curls up in a corner, where he closes his eyes. After a bit of rustling to get comfortable, he drifts off into sleep. Soon after, he begins to snore softly, though not loud enough to wake you if you're sleeping.

Janan sleeps in fits, the events of the last few weeks weighing on him. He was a fugitive in a foreign land. He has had to abandoned everything that he is just to survive. And tomorrow he will have to end a man's life so he can eat.

He wakes in a cold sweat after a fitful night just as the sun rises, beams of light cracking through the window. His mon were still sound asleep, though Hunger looked rather disturbed. He allowed them to rest a bit longer.

Inhaling deeply, Janan assumed the traditional pose of worship. He recited the hymnals in his head, as he had been doing all his life. He asked for forgiveness for eating scared meat. He asked for guidance in his time of need. And he asked for pardon for the act he will commit in only a few short hours.

[MintyNinja]

"Interesting. Torch, we've got time, let's weed out the weak ones and see what's left," Theo says aloud. Mentally he gives Torch a complicated route of action coupled with a poisonous smog attack. The Litwick throws himself off to the side, and unleashes the smog like Theo said. Theo looks around to see if any other humans are around.

Theo:
Wis: [roll0]

Torch: HP 29/29, Def 8, SDef 8, Spd 5
Move to Q10
Smog at N10: AC 5 [roll1] Poison on 13+
Poison, Special Damage: [roll2] If Crit [roll3]

[Major]

"I appreciate the offer of a bed, but I don't want to waste too much time out here in case I'm needed back at the palace." Ovelia says with a nod, "However, the healing for Sir Hector would be valuable in case of any wild pokemon or other dangers of the night."

[CosmicOccurence]

Janan sleeps in fits, the events of the last few weeks weighing on him. He was a fugitive in a foreign land. He has had to abandoned everything that he is just to survive. And tomorrow he will have to end a man's life so he can eat.

He wakes in a cold sweat after a fitful night just as the sun rises, beams of light cracking through the window. His mon were still sound asleep, though Hunger looked rather disturbed. He allowed them to rest a bit longer.

Inhaling deeply, Janan assumed the traditional pose of worship. He recited the hymnals in his head, as he had been doing all his life. He asked for forgiveness for eating scared meat. He asked for guidance in his time of need. And he asked for pardon for the act he will commit in only a few short hours.

There was no response from your patron god, but since you didn't usually receive any indication that he acknowledged you it wasn't anything to worry about. The distant one had not yet forgiven humankind, and he only acknowledged the most successful and dedicated of his servants.

Hunger woke with a start. He looked around frantically like he had forgotten where he was, but he quickly calmed down. Yawning, he got up and tottered around the room, stretching his legs leisurely.

[MesiDoomstalker]

There was no response from your patron god, but since you didn't usually receive any indication that he acknowledged you it wasn't anything to worry about. The distant one had not yet forgiven humankind, and he only acknowledged the most successful and dedicated of his servants.

Hunger woke with a start. He looked around frantically like he had forgotten where he was, but he quickly calmed down. Yawning, he got up and tottered around the room, stretching his legs leisurely.

Good morning Hunger. How did you sleep?

[CosmicOccurence]

"Interesting. Torch, we've got time, let's weed out the weak ones and see what's left," Theo says aloud. Mentally he gives Torch a complicated route of action coupled with a poisonous smog attack. The Litwick throws himself off to the side, and unleashes the smog like Theo said. Theo looks around to see if any other humans are around.

Theo:
Wis: [roll0]

Torch: HP 29/29, Def 8, SDef 8, Spd 5
Move to Q10
Smog at N10: AC 5 [roll1] Poison on 13+
Poison, Special Damage: [roll2] If Crit [roll3]

One of the birds notices you, and shoots like a bullet at Torch. Fortunately, the attack was normal type, and it flew right through the fiery ghost. Another pecks at him for 21 physical flying damage. The small rat attempts to flee from the encounter, but even he gets away, the poison will take him before long.

[CosmicOccurence]

"I appreciate the offer of a bed, but I don't want to waste too much time out here in case I'm needed back at the palace." Ovelia says with a nod, "However, the healing for Sir Hector would be valuable in case of any wild pokemon or other dangers of the night."

Very well. Let me get a healer. After a quick patch up, your gallade is in perfect health. Have a safe trip, and if you ever need a place to stay, don't be afraid to come back. We won't forget. she said as she patted your arm.

[CosmicOccurence]

Good morning Hunger. How did you sleep?

Lax! he exclaimed. Even he had just woken up, he had still gotten a better night's sleep than he was used to, and he knew it. Hunger rubbed his belly in anticipation, and looked up at you questioningly Lax?

[MesiDoomstalker]

Hungry huh? Well we did get an early bed.... Janan goes around waking his other two pokemon. Patience awakes as he approaches him, as he always did. Fury was more difficult (as always) shooting little wisps of flame at Janan to get him to go away. Janan is persistent, finally getting the little dragon from his slumber.

C'mon, lets see if they have any food downstairs.

[CosmicOccurence]

The inn's main room was sparsely populated with early risers. The barkeep recognizes you, and quickly gets you whatever you want (within reason). A lovely young maid brings your food to you and scurries off to help other patrons.

[MesiDoomstalker]

Janan ordered some hearty breakfast (which he still has issues eating), with a hearty helping of fruit. Patience and Hunger get a large plate of mystery meat and fruit, while Fury gets a plate of mystery meat. Dig in. You two have to share.

[CosmicOccurence]

You all dig in, Hunger especially. It had been so long since you'd had decent meals that your plates were cleaned within minutes of it being placed in front of you. Hunger licked his lips contentedly, and Fury snorted a small wisp of fire. Patience simply sat silently after he had finished.

After you were done, the waitress quickly shepherded you out of the building to make room for new customers in the ever filling room. The daylight was bright in Kamfrietta, though the smell of feces dampened the bright effect somewhat. As did the idea of the deed you would have to commit in several hours.

[MesiDoomstalker]

Janan returns his team. He heads towards the bathhouse where his mark would be, taking time to look over the entire building. Taking notes of all entrances, conventional or otherwise. He also takes note of how busy the house was before going to enter it himself, after examining it satisfyingly.

[Major]

"Thank you, we'll see what the future holds. Hopefully you'll be safe and won't need a Ranger anytime soon." Ovelia said with a soft smile. Then once everyone was healed up Ovelia mounted Maximus and began the trip back to down in the dark, relying on Maximus's flames to guide her path.

[MintyNinja]

The bird that actually hurt Torch was in for a nasty surprise as the Litwick's purple flame singed the feathers of his attacker, causing a burn. "Well, that one's a goner," Theo says as he spies the burn take hold. "Torch, let's step this up a bit, don't let the rat escape." As the Litwick whirls a line of flames at the fleeing rat pokemon, Theo throws a carved, wooden ball at the bird that had been burned.

Theo:
Basic Ball: [roll0] on Bird that used Peck.

Torch: HP 16/29, Def 8, SDef 8, Spd 5
Flame Body activated on bird that used Peck. It is now Burned as well as Poisoned.
Fire Spin: AC 4 [roll1] Trapped for [roll2] turns. [roll3] damage at beginning of Rattata's turn.
Fire, Special: [roll4] If Crit [roll5]

[CosmicOccurence]

Janan returns his team. He heads towards the bathhouse where his mark would be, taking time to look over the entire building. Taking notes of all entrances, conventional or otherwise. He also takes note of how busy the house was before going to enter it himself, after examining it satisfyingly.

The Bathing House (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0Al4jVK75mdpjdHhaOTI0dC1ISWVlNk1iTmNUeWF1L VE#gid=0) has a decent amount of traffic, as the early morning risers prepared for the day. You remember enough about the layout from yesterday, though if you wanted to get into the pool area, it would cost you another 1 shekkel.

The male and female bathing areas were enclosed and separated from each other by 8 foot tall wooden fences. They could be scaled, but awkwardly due to their being designed to keep others from peeping over the top. Other than the main entrance or scaling the walls, no exits presented themselves to you.

[CosmicOccurence]

"Thank you, we'll see what the future holds. Hopefully you'll be safe and won't need a Ranger anytime soon." Ovelia said with a soft smile. Then once everyone was healed up Ovelia mounted Maximus and began the trip back to down in the dark, relying on Maximus's flames to guide her path.

You arrived back at Corus just as the sun was rising over the horizon. Maximus was breathing heavily, and it seemed like he would appreciate a nice rest after the day and night's exertions. He came to a stop outside of the stables next to the training grounds of the palace where he knew food waited for him.

-3 to all rolls due to lack of sleep. This will end after 4 hours of sleep.

[MesiDoomstalker]

The Bathing House (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0Al4jVK75mdpjdHhaOTI0dC1ISWVlNk1iTmNUeWF1L VE#gid=0) has a decent amount of traffic, as the early morning risers prepared for the day. You remember enough about the layout from yesterday, though if you wanted to get into the pool area, it would cost you another 1 shekkel.

The male and female bathing areas were enclosed and separated from each other by 8 foot tall wooden fences. They could be scaled, but awkwardly due to their being designed to keep others from peeping over the top. Other than the main entrance or scaling the walls, no exits presented themselves to you.

Satisfied, Janan finds a place on the street where he could view the entrance. He settles down, looking like a vagrant (not too hard considering he was one), releasing Fury to perch on his shoulder. The little dragon kept anyone too nosy out of his business, especially children. Fury is unusually calm. He probably could sense Janan's uneasiness.

[roll0]

[CosmicOccurence]

The bird that actually hurt Torch was in for a nasty surprise as the Litwick's purple flame singed the feathers of his attacker, causing a burn. "Well, that one's a goner," Theo says as he spies the burn take hold. "Torch, let's step this up a bit, don't let the rat escape." As the Litwick whirls a line of flames at the fleeing rat pokemon, Theo throws a carved, wooden ball at the bird that had been burned.

Theo:
Basic Ball: [roll0] on Bird that used Peck.

Torch: HP 16/29, Def 8, SDef 8, Spd 5
Flame Body activated on bird that used Peck. It is now Burned as well as Poisoned.
Fire Spin: AC 4 [roll1] Trapped for [roll2] turns. [roll3] damage at beginning of Rattata's turn.
Fire, Special: [roll4] If Crit [roll5]

The rat falls to the ground as the flames lull it into unconsciousness. The bird bats your basic ball away with a wayward wing and cries in pain as the burn and poison drain the vitality from its body. One bird attempts to peck at Torch again but misses badly. The burned bird changes course and slams into you for 22 normal damage.

[MintyNinja]

"Son of a-" Theo exclaims as he takes the hit. His lip is split and the taste of blood fills his mouth. He takes another ball from his pocket and without even throwing it he swings it down on the small bird with force. Seeing the rat pass out among the flames, Torch spits embers at the bird right in front of him.

Theo: HP: 62/84
Basic Ball: [roll0] Burned, Poisoned Bird right in front of him.

Torch: HP 16/29, Def 8, SDef 8, Spd 5
Ember: AC 2 [roll1] Burn 18+
Fire, Special: [roll2] If Crit [roll3]

[CosmicOccurence]

Satisfied, Janan finds a place on the street where he could view the entrance. He settles down, looking like a vagrant (not too hard considering he was one), releasing Fury to perch on his shoulder. The little dragon kept anyone too nosy out of his business, especially children. Fury is unusually calm. He probably could sense Janan's uneasiness.

[roll0]

You were left well enough alone during your vigil. As time passed, the bath house became less busy. By the time you mark came, there were only five people bathing. Three men and two women; four men counting the mark. It was high noon when he had entered the bath house.

[CosmicOccurence]

"Son of a-" Theo exclaims as he takes the hit. His lip is split and the taste of blood fills his mouth. He takes another ball from his pocket and without even throwing it he swings it down on the small bird with force. Seeing the rat pass out among the flames, Torch spits embers at the bird right in front of him.

Theo: HP: 62/84
Basic Ball: [roll0] Burned, Poisoned Bird right in front of him.

Torch: HP 16/29, Def 8, SDef 8, Spd 5
Ember: AC 2 [roll1] Burn 18+
Fire, Special: [roll2] If Crit [roll3]

The bird disappears into your ball in a web of bright golden symbol magic. The other pokemon falls to Torch's flames, and the battle was over. Torch floated contentedly in front of you, his flame bright and full of life.

Lv 8 vital spirit taillow. Choose nature

[MesiDoomstalker]

You were left well enough alone during your vigil. As time passed, the bath house became less busy. By the time you mark came, there were only five people bathing. Three men and two women; four men counting the mark. It was high noon when he had entered the bath house.

Janan gets up and follows the man into teh bathhouse, paying his way in, trying to keep an eye on him.

[CosmicOccurence]

You see him in the changing room as you both strip off your clothes and pick up the towels provided to you by the establishment. The man acknowledges you with a nod of the head and leaves through the door to the pool. As he turns his back to you, you see a small red hand tattooed on his back surrounded by tattooed bloodstained. You know from experience that this is the mark of one in the Hand. Apparently he felt safe enough to display the mark here without worry of attack. It is Kafrmietta after all.

[MesiDoomstalker]

Janan nods back following him into the bath. He slips into the bath, Fury remaining on his shoulder. Janan relaxes, looking like he's fully enjoying the bath, despite how nervous he was. Water feels real goood today.

[MintyNinja]

"There we go. Good job, Torch. First night out and already we've caught someone new," Theo says. He looks to the wooden ball that he had floated back to his hand. The golden runes were just fading into dark scorch marks on the surface of the ball as he said, "I'll call you Zephyr." Looking only slightly worse for wear, Theo and Torch return to their new apartment. There's lights and sounds coming from the bars, but for tonight, all they need is sleep.


__________

The next morning is heralded by church bells and Theo wakes suddenly. He collects his pokemon into their respective capsules and dresses quickly. He leaves the ornate armband in his bag for now, he didn't need to be identified by rank here in the city.

He skips breakfast and walks the streets quickly. He needs to find out if Lord Tarril or Anya had any work for him today.

[CosmicOccurence]

Janan nods back following him into the bath. He slips into the bath, Fury remaining on his shoulder. Janan relaxes, looking like he's fully enjoying the bath, despite how nervous he was. Water feels real goood today.

Nobody responded to you, though Fury did burp a small gout of flame. Two of the men who had come together with a woman got up and left. There were now only three men bathing including you, and one attendant. You mark seemed more than content to spend his time in bliss while he visited the watery paradise.

Make a wis check

[CosmicOccurence]

"There we go. Good job, Torch. First night out and already we've caught someone new," Theo says. He looks to the wooden ball that he had floated back to his hand. The golden runes were just fading into dark scorch marks on the surface of the ball as he said, "I'll call you Zephyr." Looking only slightly worse for wear, Theo and Torch return to their new apartment. There's lights and sounds coming from the bars, but for tonight, all they need is sleep.


__________

The next morning is heralded by church bells and Theo wakes suddenly. He collects his pokemon into their respective capsules and dresses quickly. He leaves the ornate armband in his bag for now, he didn't need to be identified by rank here in the city.

He skips breakfast and walks the streets quickly. He needs to find out if Lord Tarril or Anya had any work for him today.

The Messenger House was still rather empty, as many people were in church at the moment. And many that weren't instead chose to sleep in and have a lazy morning.

Welcome to the Messenger House. Would you like to purchase a messenger ? Prices are on the board, with local messages being 1 Gold and inter-city ranging from 2-5 Gold.

[MesiDoomstalker]

Janan slipped deeper into the water, realizing he made a blunder.

[roll0]

[CosmicOccurence]

You notice a small bird pokemon you hadn't seen before floating above the bath house. It had poofy head with one abnormally long feather extending past it's head. Every once in a while it would land on the roof and examine the pool with piercing eyes. It seems to be paying particular attention to you mark.

[MesiDoomstalker]

Janan nudges Fury with his head, motioning to the bird with his eyes. Fury lifts an eye lazily, acknowledging the bird but not moving from his perch. Janan returned his gaze back to the waters. He sighed deeply, closing his eyes. Opening them again, his mark and the bird are swathed in vivid colors.

Activating Aura Reading.

[MintyNinja]

Theo sets a coin on the counter and scribbles out a quick missive to the Tarril Estate.


I have a place. Enclosed is the address. I'll be exploring the city more today, to make contacts and such. I await my time to serve,

Theo Aleato

He tells the cashier to send this to the Tarril Estate and then he leaves the building. It's still rather early, and the night's adventures seem to finally catch up to him. Theo walks back towards his apartment looking for a place to eat that wasn't about paying the most. He also keeps an eye out for any healers, he hadn't checked on Zephyr yet but it was a safe bet she wasn't going to be doing to well.

Wis [roll0]

[CosmicOccurence]

Janan nudges Fury with his head, motioning to the bird with his eyes. Fury lifts an eye lazily, acknowledging the bird but not moving from his perch. Janan returned his gaze back to the waters. He sighed deeply, closing his eyes. Opening them again, his mark and the bird are swathed in vivid colors.

Activating Aura Reading.

Like most any criminal, this man's grey aura is moderately dark, but it's color and shape isn't viscous enough to show any immediate plans to hurt somebody. It seemed like he was simply a shady man taking a bath.

The bird's aura was a pastel yellow, lighter than it would be if it were hunting. No matter who owned it, right now it was simply observing.

[CosmicOccurence]

Theo sets a coin on the counter and scribbles out a quick missive to the Tarril Estate.



He tells the cashier to send this to the Tarril Estate and then he leaves the building. It's still rather early, and the night's adventures seem to finally catch up to him. Theo walks back towards his apartment looking for a place to eat that wasn't about paying the most. He also keeps an eye out for any healers, he hadn't checked on Zephyr yet but it was a safe bet she wasn't going to be doing to well.

Wis [roll0]

As you were walking down the street, the morning sun shone in your eyes brightly, blinding you to the fact that a black shape was descending on you from the sky. Suddenly, large talons gripped your money bag and ripped it away from your body. The darkly feathered creature flies away from you giving a sharp Krow! call as it went. The last you saw of it was when it flew into the bell tower of the richest cathedral in your section of town.

[MesiDoomstalker]

Thats good at least. Neither were hostile. Wait, why did he just think that? Whatever, not important. Janan sits back and tries to relax. It wasn't working but he tried.

just going to wait till he decides to leave.

[MintyNinja]

Theo makes a mental note of where the bird went with his gold and resolves to track it down once Zephyr is healed up. He'll need more of those pokeballs plus some cash for fixing up the Taillow. He quickly returns to his apartment and grabs 5 bags of 100 gold coins each. He disperses them throughout his pockets and once again heads out into the city. Someone had stolen from him, a bird with dark coloration. Something that he might want to catch. He walks south from his apartment, along the shops and keeps his eyes open looking for a healer.

[CosmicOccurence]

Thats good at least. Neither were hostile. Wait, why did he just think that? Whatever, not important. Janan sits back and tries to relax. It wasn't working but he tried.

just going to wait till he decides to leave.

Eventually, the mark removes himself from the water and heads into the changing room. The bird sits on the rooftop, eyes peeled: waiting for something.

[CosmicOccurence]

Theo makes a mental note of where the bird went with his gold and resolves to track it down once Zephyr is healed up. He'll need more of those pokeballs plus some cash for fixing up the Taillow. He quickly returns to his apartment and grabs 5 bags of 100 gold coins each. He disperses them throughout his pockets and once again heads out into the city. Someone had stolen from him, a bird with dark coloration. Something that he might want to catch. He walks south from his apartment, along the shops and keeps his eyes open looking for a healer.

You find a healer without any trouble, and her prices seem rather standard for the area.

You haven't eaten yet (you had planned to before the thief. Prices are under the items page of the wiki.

[MesiDoomstalker]

Eventually, the mark removes himself from the water and heads into the changing room. The bird sits on the rooftop, eyes peeled: waiting for something.

Janan waits just a bit after the mark got out before he did as well, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. Keep an eye on the bird.

[MintyNinja]

Theo pays the healer 100 gold to fix up Zephyr without attempting to barter for a lower price. When it comes to healing, it's normally best to pay what's asked because discount work could cost a lot more in the end. He thanks the healer earnestly and keeps the Taillow in her ball. Speaking of which, he seeks out a nearby vendor and buys two more of those. His cash empty, only then does he realize that he still hasn't eaten. I'll eat after, he tells himself as he starts making his way towards the bell tower in the east.

[CosmicOccurence]

Janan waits just a bit after the mark got out before he did as well, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. Keep an eye on the bird.

You come in just as the man finishes drying off and starts putting his clothes back on. You finish changing about 20 seconds after he leaves the room.

[MesiDoomstalker]

Janan walks out the room quickly, trying to find the mark before he disappeared.

[roll0]

[CosmicOccurence]

Theo pays the healer 100 gold to fix up Zephyr without attempting to barter for a lower price. When it comes to healing, it's normally best to pay what's asked because discount work could cost a lot more in the end. He thanks the healer earnestly and keeps the Taillow in her ball. Speaking of which, he seeks out a nearby vendor and buys two more of those. His cash empty, only then does he realize that he still hasn't eaten. I'll eat after, he tells himself as he starts making his way towards the bell tower in the east.

As you make your way through the residential sections while avoiding the ghettos, the richly decorated cathedral looms over you. Finally, you reach the entrance, which dominates one side of a busy square filled with high class businesses.

Church bells begin to ring, and groups of people and pokemon begin to exit the building. They are all well dressed. These are the successful businessmen and lower nobility. Some are involved in the black markets that litter the city. They don't even look at you as they head home for a day of leisurely activity.

[MintyNinja]

Theo does his best servant walk and keeps out of the way of the higher class folks. He enters the church and looks around for someone who looks like they work here.

[CosmicOccurence]

Janan walks out the room quickly, trying to find the mark before he disappeared.

[roll0]

You catch sight of him walking down the road towards a section of town with large numbers of black market dealers inhabiting it. The bird wheels high above, keeping an eye on what was happening.

[MesiDoomstalker]

Janan follows at a safe distance, trying to look inconspicuous.

[roll0]

[CosmicOccurence]

Theo does his best servant walk and keeps out of the way of the higher class folks. He enters the church and looks around for someone who looks like they work here.

The inside was even busier than those who had left, as the rich folks chattered in the antechamber. Young boys stood on either side of the doors to the worship chamber, holding doors open for any to come and go through. Armed and armored guards stand looking stoic and impressive. The chief priest and his assistants talked with two impeccably dressed people, probably a couple, and their young daughter - who looked like she wanted to leave. Greeters stood on the inside of the doors making sure everybody had everything they needed.