Start Ups Heroes of Yewer, Queensfall (Story of Yewer, Season 2)

[PiccoloX]

~The Story of Yewer~
'Heroes of Yewer'

Theme "Sweet Dreams" By Marilyn Manson / Eurythmics


Yewer, a world between worlds. I didn't know much of this land despite my home being so far away. How long I'd lived here... It all seemed like a blur. Like it wasn't real. Yet, how could it not be? How can I be here, how can I be fighting to stay alive if I'm not alive to begin with? Just... Who am I?

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I've found others, like me, but they were scattered. My new friends torn apart by that damn monster! What could I do? I was helpless...

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I can't believe it! They survived! I followed them to their camp where they'd found more, others like me. I probably shouldn't be here, things always seem to go wrong. That thing always... That thing... It's here!

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It took everything from me... Again, I'm alone. That thing, that monster, that beast... This land was horrible enough without that thing stalking me! It was always there, following me, gnawing at the back of my mind!

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I'm done... I thought I could fight it. I tried to save my friends, but I wasn't strong enough. The monster won.

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I thought I could fight it...

It was always there...

It followed me...

In my mind...

Tregrenos...




Tregrenos...

 

[Tregrenos]

"Tregrenos!" the young Growlithe barked, stirring me from my slumber. I drowsily placed a hand over my face, the act of sleeping yet another new aspect this body had given me. Raising from the grass below a tree I yawned, noting the exhilaration of the act of taking in air so quickly. Rubbing my adjusting eyes to the morning sun I questioned the visions I'd had while sleeping. Were these random thoughts dreams? Were they from the perspective of myself, Tsaikogen, or perhaps that Hu-Mon I'd merged with?

As I stood the Growlithe, 'Peanut', stretched, preparing to lead me to a secret spot where he'd buried some interesting things a while back. Though he'd seen more of this world than I have his endless curiosity may rival even my own. Perhaps it is the burden of youth to be without burden, or perhaps there was something more to this little creature. I pride myself on knowing others before they know me, and yet I cannot read this beings true nature. Yet another mystery to unravel.

We still had several miles ahead of us before we arrive at the location of the other Foreigner camp. The creatures who dwell there were more dangerous, but the location offered better surrounding fortifications. At least that was the rational that Peanut was aware of.

Peanut and I were ahead of the main group, moving by day, resting by night, and keeping in touch through signal fires. The main group lit a fire during the day to signal when they were ready to move out and waited for another signal fire from myself to see if it was safe to move. At dusk, I lit the fire to signal the main group. The act was plan I devised to protect the group, to allow me to ward off anything that may be between the two locations. However, the truth of the plan was to set me apart from the others. This body, this living body, has yet to be fully explored. I relished the thought of coming across a denizen of this world. To see the madness overtake them, to see the chaos in their eyes as reason gives way to unbridled rage. It's been something I'd desired to witness for myself since being informed of the malady that plagues the prior denizens of this land.

Peanut, who I'd rather not see me for who I am just yet, was rather adamant at tagging along and "showing me the way". All the more a challenge for myself. Upon agreeing to accompany these outsiders I devised a game, a limitation, where I would befriend them. I'd protect them, be the voice of reason and symbol of strength in this crazy world. After all, who knows "crazy" better than myself? *chuckles*


I'll play this game. I'll limit myself. I'd be kindly and polite, all the while being a silent blade. As I explore this world they will not know the real Tregrenos, they will not know the real me. And when the game becomes boring... The curtain will close upon this glorious act.


The curtain always falls...


Welcome to Yewer.

 

[Tregrenos]

~Out Of Character Commentary~
The Room

As you may have read before taking part in this journey there is no "OOC" in this story... Technically. For you see 'this room' is where you go when, if, you make Out Of Character commentary. This room is elegant, yet simple. Offered to you is a seat upon a dark leather recliner with an oak finish. Opposite of you is a matching seat in which I will sit. Between the two of us is a round, glass table with your choice of beverage in the cup beside you. The table is supported by curved, oak leggings, matching that of the chairs finish. Below the table is a round floor mat with a color and patten which seems to change based on the visitor. Lighting the room nearby is a roaring, stone fireplace. The glow from the blaze highlights the cherrywood floors, walls and ceiling.

The light from the fireplace reveals all which make this room, for beyond the glow, within the dark, is vast nothingness. It is in this room that you and I are alone, seen only by the watchers yet unable to be interacted with beyond the light of the fire. Say what you wish freely. Choose not to acknowledge this room if you wish. Know this, however, that you are here with me and I hear everything you say, see everything you do, and that I have a fondness for sweet coffee in my cup.

Welcome to the room. >)

 

[PiccoloX]

~The Awakening~
Restless

Theme "Big Sky" By Two Steps from Hell

Ti-Ron
"You once spoke of a time when the world was young, before natural order set in. A time when all were sages. You mentioned a threat, a great division that would shatter our world lest the natural law was upheld. I was unsure what you could be referring to, but as of late I've been plagued by troubling dreams, nightmares perhaps, of a strange trinket of many colors. The trinket was held aloft by a metallic linking and surrounded by similar, yet different trinkets. Many of them, beyond count.

The trinket in question seemed to call to me, yet upon touching the object it fractured, shattering in a flash of bright light. Drawing back, those nearest the first began to shatter as well. The process spread outward until nothing remained."

It had been several days since U'sung had been able to sleep. Between the aches of her still healing leg and the recurring dreams of what she'd lost she could only press on, her restless body marching from one group to the next, questioning the peoples of this land of recent, unnatural occurrences whilst under the guise of a Sage.

Her search had covered the local denizens of the area, those surrounding the location from which her daughter, Epho, was taken. Though she knew the cause was lost something unnatural within compelled her to press on, to search for her daughter.

Ti-Ron
"It is but for these recurring dreams that I must leave you, old friend. Though you may not know of me now, young Rayquaza, know that I leave you under the caring watch of your Serperior parents. That I must seek answers to these hauntings, lest I'd remain here to watch over you. I must console the aid of other Sages, both new and old."

The staff she'd acquired from the river she awoke had served as a viable crutch and the use of such a tool further emphasized her imitation of the Sages of old. It is this illusion that allowed her to speak to others who would be either predator or prey, but to her dismay there was a possible lead among a recently diminished pack of Mightyena. She would have to speak with the eldest of the pack who, not long ago, lost his eldest son and most of his pack to the madness of the outsider presence.

Ti-Ron
"These dreams, these nightmares, I cannot help but feel these are visions of what may come. The foreboding presence of these rising outlanders, the aggressiveness they bring, may yet be the cause of these sudden visions. I must be sure, I must have answers..."

She'd been warned of the outsiders by Ti-Ron, the elder Sage which lead her tribe. Still, the teachings could not prepare her for the monstrosity which she faced. For the monster which took her son away before her very eyes. For the bastard which had the audacity to take his face...

These nightmares would be her drive, the unnatural force of hate which clung to her soul in defiance of the natural order which governed the land. She hated that monster and for all she knew it was still roaming the land.

Ti-Ron
"I worry for the sake of my scattered tribe, that my teachings have yet to take hold. Still, I must focus on the road ahead. I know they will continue without me and that I must go forward without you. Think not of this as abandonment..."

Despite this unexplained anger a deep sadness overtook her as well, that her daughter may still be alive and falling prey to the madness overtaking the land. Her hatred may be her drive, but it was the love for her daughter that remained the ultimate goal. She had to find Epho...

Ti-Ron
"... For to abandon you would be to have abandoned hope."

... She had to maintain hope.

 

[lucarioknight56]

~Out Of Character Commentary~
A Welcome
Sorry for the delay. I have been busy with other things as of late.

Anyway, intriguing as to what you have done here, Tregrenos. I myself prefer a nice cup of something I call October Ale. It’s just a mixture of grape juice and ginger ale, but the name I thought of sounds better.

Regardless, this is a nice room, and I wonder how this story will turn out. I guess we will all see in this room, yes?

Yewer Log 1: The Beginning of the Prophecy

Ramules was horrified for the fate of his beloved home. The Prophecy he held in his hands beheld a terrible fate that would involve all three of the Pokémon listed in the title. What was worse, this Master of Once-Evil would turn out to remain evil after all. What an oxymoron!

Ramules quickly got himself ready for his part to change events. Prophecies like this were usually right, but there is always the chance of error, as the future is constantly changing. There had been many prophecies in his collection that had turned out to be wrong through the changing of one event.

It had seemed like eons since Ramules has went adventuring, but there was still the ideas of necessary supplies in his mind, such as a canteen, basic food rations such as dried meat preserves, and of course his prophecies, among other things.

After loading his supplies into a satchel, he began work on hiding his home. There wasn’t a creature in Yewer who wouldn’t like to steal some of his belongings if they weren’t guarded. So, he took down his little shelter, wrapping all the items surround the area inside it, and tipped it into the hole where his library was. Afterwards, he covered the entrance with a hill of sand, using his own claws to do so, and with a chest full of bravery, he walked off in the same direction where his pupil went, to the east.

 

[PiccoloX]

~Outcasts~
Burdened


The trickling water from a nearby stilled stream cuts the silence of the setting sun. Gravel sifts as Desidre pulls a large leaf mat behind her, careful not to come in contact with the corruption gradually eating away at Escavias, questioning if Vicehied was still alive or if she'd imagined the horrid sight of the decayed snake still drawing breath. The smell from the two had become worse and at several points she'd wondered if carrying them with her was the right thing to do. Would it not have been better to end their suffering as they remain unconscious? If Escavias were to awaken what kind of life would he live? Could he, they, even survive on their own or will they require constant care? Twice so far Desidre has prepared herself to finish them off, but on both occasions she couldn't help but blame herself. That if it weren't for Vicehieds sacrifice she'd have been twisted by that monster instead of him.

Desidre knew where the other group would be heading and knew the layout of the land fairly well. She'd follow the flatland to carry Escavias and stopped along several fortified locations to rest. Still, even in the weary hours of the night Desidre was restless. Not only had she felt followed, constantly, but every now and then Vicehied seemed to quietly speak. The words seemed no louder than a mumbled whisper, if they were words. Half of Vicehieds face had fused into Escavias' chest, leaving little room for his mouth to open. The thought physically sickened Desidre. Periodically, Desidre would trickle water into both of their mouths to keep them hydrated, unsure if either had the capability of eating or drinking.

Though the future was unclear Desidre focused only on reaching the other group. Though she knew the group would not accept him, stories of madness overtaking mutations such as this and the possibility of spreading their disease, she had to maintain this focus, if only to see honor recognized for Vicehieds sacrifice. Escavias was always hot headed and looking for a fight, yet he showed no less valor than Vicehied, his friend, his brother. Now, their lives hang by a thread and it is all Desidre can do but to watch the strands unravel.

Despite the task before her, the daunting sense of being watched ever present. Every corner calling her attention, the wind a whisper over her shoulder. Her thoughts were fraught with the memory of the creature she'd fought. She remembered how it took her form and twisted the visage to use against her. How it's speechless actions taunted her and about how it seemed to delight in her and her allies struggle. Calculating, manipulative, it's as if it's personality shifted when it took her form, when it became the Black Knight.

Not far, a new threat was rising. A hunter who always hungered, following the scent of corruption. For but a brief moment Desidre could sense movement. Though the sense had quickly dissipated she knew from which direction she'd been followed. She takes this opportunity to mount a preemptive strike, taking a moment to quickly uproot several bushes to hide Escavias' body. Though leaving Escavias alone was a risk it was if her very being compelled her to take this course, as if her body moved about its own.

Before leaving sight of Escavias Desidre questioned if she was making the right decision. However, just as quickly as the thought crossed her mind she felt the presence of another nearby. Before her mind could hesitate further her feet responded swiftly to the presence and soon she'd be out of sight.

"Why is she in such a hurry to leave?" a feminine voice asked itself. "Why would she abandon her friend?" the voice asked again, the form of a young woman emerging from the shadows. The woman seemed alien, an unidentifiable figure which walked as a humanoid. She stood a little over four feet with a light purple skin, a dark blue stripe across her chest and biceps with dark blue legs from the hip down. Her face was highlighted by dazzling blue eyes which seemed to sparkle with an unnatural sheen. Her hair seemed too large for her skinny frame to support, yet it moved as if carried by the wind itself. Her hair seemed to alter in coloration from dark blue to a variety of soft pastels, never staying a single color for long as the strands produced a rainbow with each wave. Her hands were small in comparison to her face as she moves the bushes away.


"No matter..." the creature says, the strands of her hair clustering to form numerous, solid whip-like appendages. "It is time to feast."

 

[PiccoloX]

OOC: Sorry for my absence. There has been much on my mind lately and I'm not sure how to pick up the pieces, nor if I want to see what happens when I do. I guess you can say, for now, this is what I need to do.

~Outcasts~
Hunted


Not much time had passed since Desidre left Escavias and Vicehied to investigate the foreboding presence that seemed to be following them. Still, the minutes seem to drag on for Desidre. Whatever had been following them felt close, yet always out of reach. Desidres ability to sense others was sharper than this, she knew it, yet whoever this was remained elusive. The psychic trails it left seemed to disperse in all directions, throwing off her senses. She tried to remain calm, leaving herself open to attack just enough to possibly provoke the follower into making the first move, yet abrasive enough that she would be ready to defend. Not the wisest of strategies, yet the most expedient way of dealing with this threat while keeping the distance of the conflict away from the others. With her seeming vulnerability there wouldn't be a reason for the possible threat to pass her by for Escavias and Vicehied.

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Back at the location where the two were left concealed, however, a separate threat presents itself. The unidentifiable creature, female, had begun to wrap the unconscious Escavias in her anemone-like hair. Vicehied, who seemed conscious yet unable to speak, would witness the ordeal firsthand. The colliding, undulating rainbow of fluctuating colors clouded his vision as the hair completely engulfs them. Despite the added weight the figure, though smaller than the duo, seemed to be unaffected. She easily hoisted the hefty load upon her back before heading back to the forest.

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As Desidre focused she suddenly felt the presence drawing quickly upon her. She tosses her cloak back as a spear of ice forms upon her hand, but just as a gust of wind blows past her the presence seems to have vanished yet again. The shard of ice which extended from her arm was imperfect, a failed attempt at forming her ice sword. Furthermore, the ice had such an incredible weight to it she could barely lift it with both hands. The shard would not separate from her encased hand, leaving her in a bad position for whatever stalked her.

This has never happened before. Why was she unable to form her blade and why did the ice weigh so much? With such a turnout forming her shield or armor could prove fatal under the weight alone. When the presence near her vanishes Desidre suddenly feels the presence of two others near Escavias and Vicehied. Someone had moved their body and was getting away.

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As the captor makes her way through the woods, unhindered by the weight yet walking casually at a steady pace, her attention is drawn to a nearby tree top. "How long do you intend to watch?" she calls out with a sweet childlike voice. The figure, not answering, could only be seen as silhouette through the leaves. It's large body not trying to hide from the female yet also keeping its distance from her.

"What have you done?" whispered Ti-Ron to himself. He calls out with a weary voice "What has happened to you child of Yewer?" The female looks up with starry, blank, doll-like eyes. She smiled innocently in reply "I'm hunting for food." Leaping down from the tree with a loud thud upon the earth Ti-Ron asked again, the sense of disappointment and sadness hanging on every word. "What has happened to you?"

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As Desidre tries to rush back her hand is jarred by the weight of the ice. She reaches back with her free hand to grab her wrist, easing some of the weight yet still leaving her unable to move quickly. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, the presence she followed felt very strong, very physical. From behind the tree in front of her she heard a wheezing laughter, one which she'd heard only once before. The same laugh that tore Escavias' arm off.


From behind the tree, with blade drawn and black, chitinous armor highlighted by the clear moonlight emerged the beast which caused such harm earlier. "The Beast", the "Black Knight", has returned.

OOC: Fear, it can take on many forms. The foundation for fear is the belief or knowledge that something or someone wants to harm us in some way. As the smarter species on our planet we are cursed with perceiving the "what if" scenario.

I wonder...


Tregrenos: What is it he fears? Are these highlights to ill intent physical or are we witnessing the physical manifestation of what truely terrifies him? Do such things frighten you? Do you understand their meanings or is it that you do and have overcome such turbulence?

Perhaps...


OOC: I should have thanked you...

 

[Tregrenos]

Earlier That Night...

Well met Watcher, if that is what I may call you. Yes, 'Watcher' is an apt name. Something beyond this world bearing witness to events unfold. My, my, what sights must you've seen? Even here, now, you see beyond my seemingly mortal shell, peering through the physiological coil of my drifting mind.

I wonder, perhaps I may ask of you to aid in deciphering what it is I am witnessing this night? You see, I am aware of what dreams are through my long studies, but the experience is still new to me. Before hosting a pulse I'd never slept, never dreamed, and even now I question if that is what I am experiencing. I could prattle on about my studies and theories, but a sharper point may be drawn from the experience.

In my dream, if this is a dream, I see a canine, lupus familiaris. This 'Watch Dog', if I might call it such as its role is to merely 'watch', oversees the incarceration of a menagerie of other beast. The various creatures spanning from all walks of life are imprisoned within cages far too small for their individual builds to move about. The beasts, many surrounding the Watch Dog, seem rather content to their confinements. The Watch Dog, however, shows concern for the menagerie, yet is unable to do anything other than 'watch'.

More beast in more cages appear around the canine before the Watch Dog realized that he, himself, had become trapped. The cages piled around him, causing the dog to panic. He circled his ever diminishing prison of cages until he found himself unable to move. Finally, as the last cage is hoisted and dropped upon the helpless Watch Dog, the dream ends. That, my friend, is where we meet.


I could assume any number of reasons for these visions, but I am quite interested in your opinion...

-= RISK =-

Be this Dream or Nightmare?

 

[PiccoloX]

OOC: You may notice Tregrenos was banned. Rather than end the story I plan on incorporating this dilemma into the story. Its unfortunate, as having Tregrenos be a seperate poster he represented the motto;

"RP, fantasy, is a lie, an unattainable goal. Despite how we try to be someone else we are not the result remains that we cannot. Eventually, who we really are will shine through the deception."

~Outcasts~
Face of Evil


Theme "Nightmare" By Avenged Sevenfold



A foul stench fills the air as the armored monstrosity hisses, drawing closer to the handicapped Desidre. The weight of the partially formed blade of ice encasing her right hand greatly limited her movement as she was barely capable of lifting it from the ground. She stood, hunched forward, supporting the weight with her other hand. The sight of the creature she'd thought to have been killed by the unknown Lucario earlier was too much for her to process. Fear overcame her as she staggers back, dragging the heavy ice shackling her along the leaf covered ground of the dark midnight forest. The glow of the moon piercing the leaves highlights the black armor of The Beast, a frequent, flashing reminder of death drawing near. Its undulating, cape-like skin growth from the back of its neck formed fractured tips that twined around any obstruction within reach. With what little reasoning remained Desidre noticed several things different from the monster she's faced before. It's twisted, left hand which had previously appeared much larger and flattened to form an organic shield seemed much smaller now, allowing the creature to wield it's blade in both hands. The blade seems larger now as well, a possible choice of the shape shifter for use in both hands. The longer, wider blades tip was no longer pointed, but flat. The cleaver design is for swinging, not thrusting, a change from the previous tactics it employed. Nearer the grip the blade becomes serrated, the jagged spines pointed toward the tip of the blade. This was not a design for cutting when drawn from an opponent, but rather a mechanic used to saw toward said opponent. Despite this design the grip did not have a hilt, which would make such an attack dangerous for the wielder of such a blade. However, given the regenerative nature of the monster coupled with its heavy armoring there is little this beast would fear, least of all from a crippled opponent such as herself. No, this was not a blade only meant for striking the opponent physically, but to attack their confidence and to invoke fear. The deep, brownish red of the sharpened portion of the blade caused it to appear bloodied and rusted, adding to the grizzly appearance of the foe.

The Beast, though wielding the large blade effortlessly, showed no hurry in attacking. Rather, it seemed to saver the moment, drawing closer slowly to watch as panic overtakes its helpless victim. Desidre continued to back away, but it would not be long before the monster was in striking distance. Despite its slow approach it wastes no time in swinging the blade upon drawing near. Desidre is able to lean back enough to avoid the swing, but as soon as The Beasts blade comes to a rest in the air it doubles back with a second swing, angling downward and striking the weighted blade in the upswing. The force was enough to fling the sword from the ground, pulling and spinning Desidre to the side. The Beast continued the momentum, swinging downward upon Desidre. She manages to avoid the strike by hopping over her own blade, but as she does a jarring pain fills her wrist. The pain was brief, but noticeable. The Beast yanks back, freeing its blade from the cleaved dirt. It hisses, adjusting its stance to hold its blade parallel to its body. It's pose and the general atmosphere of the fight shift with the action, as if it was challenging Desidre.

It lowers the blade and thrusts forward, instinctively causing Desidre to angle her sword to block the strike. Despite The Beasts strength the weighted blade is able to block the attack. The Beast draws back and slowly circles Desidre before repeating the attack. Again, Desidre is able to block the attack. As The Beast draws its blade back Desidre braces herself, struggling, yet manages to lift the tip of her blade from the ground. The Beast, for some reason, became more aggressive with the action. It's mouth opens wide as a deep, echoing roar emits, sounding as though the voice was coming from miles away. The Beast swings the cleaver, striking Desidres blade with force enough to pull her wrist. The vibrations from the strike traveled through Desidres ice, causing a headache and further damaging her wrist. With a swift follow up kick Desidre slams into the tree behind her. The beast swings again, too fast for Desidre to avoid the strike. However, the act caused The Beasts blade to become lodged in the wide tree behind her. Though The Beasts attack failed it reaches for Desidres throat with its left hand, lifting her and the weighted blade easily off the ground. It pulls back, slamming her back against the tree twice, hissing with what sounded like laughter. As her body goes limp from the daze The Beast leans in, it's black, corrupted blood drooling from its mouth. As the smell hit her Desidre regains enough of her senses to push back with her legs as she tried to free her neck from The Beasts grip. Drawing back, The Beast pulls his blade toward him, still lodged in the tree. The act caused the blade to inch closer to Desidres stomach. Thrusting forward, the blade edges closer, making contact and breaking the skin. Desidre, continuing to push with her right leg, braces with her left to the side of the tree, trying to angle her body away from the approaching blade.

The sawing motion, after weakening the trees support, causes it to collapse. The Beast continues to hold Desidre by the neck, suspended above the ground as the weight of the ice continues to pull at her arm. The Beast draws back its blade, prepared to swing. Desidre saw no further options, there was nothing she could do. The Beast swings slowly, stopping just close enough for the blade to touch her waistline. It pulls back slightly, the blade cutting into her side, Desidre grunting with the pain. Leaning in again, The Beast hisses, preparing to thrust its blade forward to saw its victim in half. Desidre could no long look, she closes her eyes tightly, preparing for the worst, yet suddenly feels breath returning as The Beast loosens its grip. Desidre hits the ground with a thud, opening her eyes to see The Beast looking away. It's as if it had forgotten about her, staring off into the distance. It lowers its blade, dragging it along the ground as it walks away, being drawn toward something. In the confusion Desidre staggers to her feet, wondering what had taken place. Wondering where... It was...


Desidre gasps, realizing "It's heading toward Escavias!" Desidre, tries to pursue, the weight of the ice holding her back. She tries to regain The Beasts attention, yelling "Where are you going? I'm not dead yet!" Alas, The Beast ignores her remarks. The otherwise silent forest echoes with empty threats as The Beast disappears into the undergrowth, leaving Desidre to struggle against her icy shackles.