Start Ups The Story of Yewer

[PiccoloX]

OOC: To see the full story leading up to this Prelude check out lucarioknight56's story "A World Without Legends".

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~The Story of Yewer~
Prelude


Meloetta opens her eyes to a new day, the chaos of recent events subsiding and a brave new frontier spread across for the survivors of the devistation on the ground far below. A cool breeze rolling in despite the hight of the hole Meloetta found herself in signified the dawn of a great new era. Pulling herself up in a drowsy state Meloetta stumbles a bit, making her way to the opening of the cave. Her hair a mess, tangled and knotted, her fingerless hands did little to tame the beast as she strokes the hair downward. The light of the morning sun was bright, an unrelenting but welcome sight to Meloettas sleepy eyes. Yawning, she rubs the tearing agitation of her left eye as if shed been asleep for a long time. The past events seemed as if they were but a flashing dream. Below, the raising cheer of a crowd is heard. The refugees, some still emerging from a hole below the great wall, cry out in praise at the end of the chaos they'd faced.

Meloetta continues to straighten her hair, brushing it from her left eye as she wiped away the tears. Had she been crying? As she pulls her hair down her hand brushes across her chest, the markings of a scar still fresh draws her attention. "What's... What's this?" she asks herself, feeling the closed wound as she tries to remember the dream she had. The memories piece together vaguely as Meloetta looks to the clear sky before her.

Below, the crowd cheers on. Revelry commences as plans are made for future exploration while prayer is said for those whome were lost. During the comotion an applauding survivor looks to the sky of a new land. His clapping slows to a halt, his expression falling as a darkness spreads in from the distance. Across the sky the tendrils return, converging upon the location of the higher hole in the wall. In an aggressive display the tendrils lash at the hole, diving in and retreating as they cut into the edges of the opening. Despite the aggression Meloetta appears lost in thought. She extends her left hand forward, beckoning the approach of one of the tendrils. Now focused on the lone tendril Meloetta asks "Won't you take me hand, my dear?"


Theme Turn The World Around By Krypteria


The tendrils response was hesitant, but it wraps around her fingerless hand in acceptance. The aggressive displays of the other tendrils die down with the calming gesture. Turning, Meloetta walks deeper into the cave to a mass of tendrils sprawled out upon the floor.

All was dark, quiet, dead. In the distance a soothing voice is heard. Tsaikogens eyes open to Meloettas silhouette kneeling beside him. Still weak and unable to move the broken Smeargle questioned if he was even breathing. His vision faded in and out, the feel of Meloettas hand upon his cursed right hand accompanied by a great pain below. Lifting his left hand and kicking his feet he realized that Meloettas other hand was upon his throat, pressing down and cutting off his breathing. During the struggle Tsaikogen looks to Melotta in fear and confusion before realizing the yellow coloration her left eye had taken. The same maddening look of the demon Tregrenos accompanied by dark, blackish veins spread acrossed the left side of her face, barely concealed by her tangled hair. His last sight would be the dimented, grinning face of the fallen Goddess.

When the struggle ends Meloetta returns to the entrance of the cave, floating as the closer tendrils begin to circle around her. The now silent valley is once again filled with Meloettas song. In the distance a funnel is seen. Unlike the one earlier this funnel was being dragged by an equal turbulence of black tendrils. With their spiral movements the light from within dots the valley below with moving shadows. The funnel collides violently against the wall, twisting at the impact and causing rifts of openings that pull in objects and refugees from both below and in the sky with the uncontained power of the rift.

Meloetta drifts higher, entering the vortex with open arms. As she is pulled into the mixing colors of light her final notes echo across the valley. The tendrils begin poring into the light, vanishing as the instability of the funnel grows. As the last of the tendrils vanishes the funnel steadies, dissipating as it is drawn into the distance once more.

Meloetta, no... Tregrenos, has succeeded in crossing the veil between worlds. He, they, are free at last, but to what ends? What fate lies before the Missing One? As for this world, the nightmare is over. Tregrenos and Meloetta are gone and Tsaikogens body is nowhere to be found. The past set in stone, the present debatable, the future uncertain.

 

[PiccoloX]

OOC: Was inspired to start this RP because of an oddly realistic dream I had last night that I rewrote to the story below. The title is that of an earlier story concept that caused U'sungs creation titled "The Monkey, The Tree and The Twin-Headed Snake".



~The Story of Yewer~
The Monkey, the Tree and the Arrow of Fate


During the setting of the evening sun a Primape waits quietly upon a tree. In the distance below a Sawsbuck grazes, alert to sounds and watching over its fawn. It was a buck, antlers taking the golden hue of the thinning savanna grass. Not far was a similarly shaded Deerling, but with its attention drawn elsewhere there was either a second Deerling, it's mate or perhaps a potential predator. The Primape eyes the buck, notching the end of a sharpened, strait stick with her canine teeth while pulling a loop of small feathers from a pouch strapped to her chest.

The Primape lay hidden among the swaying, dry leaves of the willow tree. Her golden fur with greenish tent a perfect camouflage this time of day. She had been following the Sawsbuck for half an hour, edging closer so that her arrow may hit its mark and taking care not to be noticed. She knew she'd be unable to catch it should the Sawsbuck flee. She pulls the bow from her shoulder, and readies the arrow. Standing strait and bracing herself with her tail she pulls the string and takes aim. The Sawsbuck seems more alert, as if it is about to flee. Suddenly, several small cries are heard. Over a small hill a Deerling bounds toward the Sawsbuck, a female Pyroar close in chase. As the Deerling darts past the male Sawsbuck charges the Pyroar.

The Pyroar, now focused on the Sawsbuck, stands its ground. It would seem the heat wave across the valley had made food scarce enough that the Pyroar would risk injury facing the buck head on. The Pyroar was unable to dodge the first swing, luckily only recieving a flat crack of the antlers instead of a point. Winded, the Pyroar rolls out of the way of the jabbing buck, it's horns piercing the ground several times. On the third strike the Sawsbuck staggers, hitting the ground too hard and hurting itself in the process. The Pyroar realizes this and lunges at the Sawsbuck. She is only able to latch hold of its antler, but the added weight to the hurt neck was enough to pull it to its knees. The Sawsbuck struggled to free itself, but the Pyroar had braced itself and now waited for the Sawsbuck to tire itself out.

U'sung knew that the Pyroar would not abandon its kill willingly and would most likely turn on her should she wait for it to finish the job. Without options U'sung aims her bow again and with a held breath releases the string. The Pyroar is struck in the back, causing it to release the Sawsbuck which turns and flees. The Pyroar snaps back, thinking she had received an attack by another predator, but as she turns a second arrow pierces her chest. She staggers to the bush, but the strike would be fatal.


Though the Pyroar was a poor substitute it would still feed her tribe for a night or two. Hopefully, the other hunters would have better luck.



OOC: Welcome to Yewer...

 

[lucarioknight56]

OoC: We meet again...

Conner suddenly woke up from unconsciousness. He looked around from where he lay, and breathed in deeply. He was in a forest, a large and quiet one at that. There was nothing else around, so he got up with a groan, and scouted the area.

The trees looked undisturbed for many years, shown from the mass amount of moss that lay on the bark. Conner was careful not to harm the surface, thinking there might have been something special about these trees. Conner has never seen a forest this large, as he was running for ten minutes and hasn't even scratched the surface. *Not even the Berry Forest from Foran was this large.* Conner thought. He then stopped swiftly. The communicator from Historius.

He brought out the little device from his pack. Other than some scratches, it was fine. Conner sighed with relief. This was a good time to test it out. He hit the switch, and waited for Historius to respond.

After several minutes, an image popped up onto the screen, and then a yell of joy appeared from an old Chatot. "Conner! I am glad you are safe! This communicator really does work this far! Now, I think I will call it the 'Distance-Viewer', but for now let's call it the Viewer. How are you doing?", Historius asked. Conner looked around himself, seeing that he is ragged.

"I am doing fine Historius. Other than some bumps and bruises, I am okay. I just can't remember how I landed...", Conner responded. After some thought, he shook his head, and said, "Never mind that now. How is it going in New Foran?". Historius looked down, and sighed.

"The Foraners have elected me the Governer of the region, with Gardner and Martre leading some smaller cities throughout.", Historius explained. Conner gave a look of surprise.

"That is wonderful news Historius! How could that be bad?", Conner asked. Historius gave a shrug, as best as he could with his wing in a cast.

"There are now opposing sides to this new society. My side is the Societors, who are trying to get this new democracy of Old Foran back into action. The new opposing side are the old LCF, who call themselves the Desecrators now. They want to create a hierarchy with the king being their general. I don't know who it is, but it will certainly not be good. But more about you. Have you seen any inhabitants?" Historius asked.

Conner shook his head. "I have not seen any inhabitants. Wait... hold on. I see a... Zoroark? I will call you back late Historius.", Conner said quietly. He shut off the Viewer, and put it back into his pack. He then looked quickly back towards where he saw it: behind the tree, with a dart loaded into a tube. *Strange, nowadays nobody really uses darts and tubes...* Conner thought.

He shook his head, and shrugged. Zoroarks are masters of illusion. Why should this one be any different? So, he ran through the forest, finding any hints of what the Pokémon do here. Was there any society at all? That was the question.

While Conner was running, the Zoroark was still there. It was a close call for this one. If he had been discovered, that would have been disgraceful. What was that strange box the strange Pokémon was holding. All he knew was that this Pokémon was a Foreigner, and they were bad. But, was this one as bad as they say? He was confused, so he ran off to his village, where he could consult his elders.

The Zoroark's name was T' Kran. He was a rather young hunter for his village, which was named Frah' Niak. He was about to shoot the intruder when he was getting to close, but was nearly spotted. The Pokémon was going off now, away from his village. This was good, as once a Pokémon made it past the illusion, they were toast.

T' Kran looked around for the secret entrance. If you didn't go through the right way, you would be a pincushion for at least 50 Poison darts. So, even difficult for a Zoroark, he found the secret entrance. What lay behind was a large camp, with the tribe of Frah' Niak inside. *My village will not be surprised to hear that a new Foreigner arrived. They will be when I say it was a never-before seen Pokémon that was one.* T' Kran thought.

 

[lucarioknight56]

T' Kran's camp was not as large as you think it would be. It was only about 200 feet around, and where tents would be are deep holes in the ground covered by leaves. There are only about thirteen or so inhabitants, including T' Kran. The Zoruas and eggs in number would be about four more. This small arrangement made it so they could quickly escape from danger, or move out if prey goes to far away to easily catch.

The trap which T' Kran had to look for was simply a tripwire made be tangled moss. It was so long and hidden, if you even walked 5oo feet away from where T' Kran was, you would still be hit. But, the rope is easily made by the Zoroarks, so they don't have to worry about losing it if they have to go. The darts are valuable however, and are always taken from the tree tops if necessary.

While walking through the camp, there was a variety of things going on. Three of the male Zoroarks were making new darts from the twigs of a tree. Afterwards, with a special concoction that only Zoroarks know of, they dip the tips in the pot, and let them dry for half an hour. That way, when they enter prey, they will immediately poison it. The Mosskind were proud of their invention. But, no one gets to see it but themselves. Any others have already died.

Each Zoroark had a mate, save the four elders. There were 6 males, four of which had their own female, and there were 6 females. The remaining were the elders, who were too old to have one. Each Zorua had their own parents, and the egg had its own too. T' Kran was with the pair who had the egg, so he was mostly ignored towards his parents. When the second Zorua is born in a family, the first one is ready to live on his own in the camp.

Besides the three males, none of which was his father, the other three females were making a simple Stantler-on-a-spit for dinner. It was a little on the bland side, but it would do for filling bellies. The Zoroarks had no need for anything else but meat, and only ate the local plants when there was nothing from a hunt. Plants were very precious to Zoroarks, as it was the plants that let them hunt and hide like they do.

The Zoruas were sleeping in their respective holes, as they had no need to be out and about. They were very playful when they were young, and needed constant watching. Within a year, they would start changing into Zoroarks, and be ready to learn how to hunt. But until then, they needed rest, food, and exercise. The egg with his parents was under constant watch, cause any egg-poaching predator wouldn't mind Zorua egg for lunch.

In the center of the camp was the largest hole, where the elders slept. They were too old to hunt or make darts, so they stayed in their hole until it was time to move their camp. They only stay because they want to give advice to their younger ones and teach them about what they know. It was really only about folktales and their ways of cooking and hunting. But it was always wise to talk to their leaders when something strange happened.

T' Kran climbed down the hole through the dug out rungs of a ladder. The Mosskind have enough to carry when they need to leave, so they do not make ladders. Anyway, the elders were grey-haired Zoroarks, who were just sleeping in their piles of moss, patiently waiting for the day they die. T' Kran cleared his throat.

The elders suddenly woke, and sat up. They stretched and yawned, until they were ready to talk. "What is it you ask of us T' Kran? Is there something you need to know?" the male on the far left said. T' Kran nodded his head.

"While I was hunting, I saw a new foreigner, Hafka" T' Kran replied. The elders all groaned.

"A new foreigner is nothing new. Did you shoot it and get rid of its uncleanliness?" the female on the right questioned. T' Kran shook his head.

"No. He was a Shade, and he had some strange box where a voice would come forth. It was like magic..." T' Kran said quietly towards the end. The elders gasped.

"He is a devil, and not to be trifled with. You should have shot him with one of our darts." Hafka yelled. T' Kran held up his tube in innocence.

"I know what I should have done. But what was interesting was the fact that it was a blue figure with yellow fur at the chest, and black bands in parts of his body. His mouth looked like ours, and could possibly eat the same things as us. Maybe this figure could help us in some way?" T' Kran asked. The elders gave a cry of outrage, with one throwing an ancient dart tube at T' Kran's face. He narrowly dodged it.

"You should know that we cannot converse with these Foreigners, Shade or not. The rage would consume us, and you would kill it. I do not want you following it if you hope it will help us in some way." The male on the right exclaimed. T' Kran looked down at the floor.

"I know all of these things. But, what if we could live better lives than we do now? I do not trust it in any way, and do not wish to converse with this Shade named 'Conner' in any way until I know he could possibly be trusted. Would you allow me to follow it?" T' Kran asked. The elders were about to outburst again, until they thought about it. An idea was forming in their moldy minds. After several minutes of conversing amongst themselves, the female on the left rose up.

"I, as the last remaining elder to talk, say that we will accept your proposal, under one condition. If it proves to be dangerous, or the rage consumes you, or that it even sees you, you will kill it with your dart, no matter the consequences. Agreed?" the last female asked. T' Kran thought about it, then nodded. If he was going to follow this strange 'Conner', than this was his best way to do it.

"I agree to your terms. I swear by the sea of Yewer that I will kill it if the rage consumes me, or that he proves to be dangerous.", T' Kran said. The elders nodded.

"We will see you gone by morning. Gather any tools you might need in a sack, and you may follow it to your heart's content, until the terms are met", Hafka said. T' Kran thanked them, and he went up the ladder. Little did they know that T' Kran did not swear by one term: Conner could see him, and he would not have to kill him. This might give him a chance to converse with him. T' Kran went to gather some darts and fire making supplies to be ready to leave.

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Conner was having no luck in finding his way out of this forest. Wherever he went, he seemed to go back to the same spot. Even if he did mark his way, it would prove useless, as all the moss looked the same. He sat down to think, or at least to find anyone to help him. Eventually, he just fell asleep, in desperation of course. Sleeping is very dangerous to do in a forest such as this.

The reason being was because Natives might just want to snag a good piece of meat in surprise. One might be like the Arbok that was coming ever so slowly to poison some prey. This foreigner would do perfectly for a snack, it would be thinking. But then, the rage starts to consume it, taking over its will to poison towards a will to attack it straight on. Conner woke up, with an angry snake right on top of him.

 

[PiccoloX]

OOC: I updated the Ground Rules to better explain what "home" is to both the Native and Foreign characters. Below is an example of a Tribal culture among an assortment of ape-like, Omnivorous Pokemon. Wether it's a tribe, pride or herd the rational for structure will have many similarities. After all, we're only human and humans have a way of seeing the world that we can only assume any intelligent animal may see in a similar way.



~The Golden Monkey~
Tribal Life, Strange Cries in The Night


U'sung patches the wound of the dead Pyroar with mud and rubs the carcus with a strong smelling herb. She had to carry the kill back to her tribe and the scent of blood would draw other predators to her location should she not mask the smell. Despite her thin appearance she is able to hoist the Pyroar upon her back and hold it steady with one hand. If it weren't for her kind thriving in the heat the task before her would be near impossible for such a dry season. Still, that didn't make the hike easy and after two hours of steady, cautious travel U'sung was nearing her home.

It was night now and loud cries could be heard in the distance, a creature that she'd never heard before. The sounds were far enough away that whatever it is wasn't an immediate threat to her or her tribe, but it could be lead here if following the dried river in search of water. There had been a recent report of some unidentified creature, but the only evidence had been the aftermath of a kill. The scene reported was of a Taurus that looked like it had been killed while fighting for dominance. Though not uncommon in the mating seasons the land was too dry at the time for that to be the case and the hunter who reported the incident did so because he was concerned. Something about the scene didn't seem right to have spooked him the way it did. Before she'd left the hunter who reported the incident and two others departed to check the area out, one being her eldest son, a coming of age, bright orange Infernape named Cirsacief. He was young and more than a bit foolish at times, but his senses were sharp and more physically prepared for the journey than the other hunters.

She was but one of five hunters, her son in training to be the sixth. In the past it's been custom that one member of each family hunt for the tribe. U'sungs mate, an Ambipom named Sed'eaced who'd been killed while foraging shortly before the hatching of their daughter, a pinkish Chimchar named Epho, was no hunter. U'sung had stopped hunting during pregnancies and throughout the protective hatching processes, but remained one of the best current hunters in the tribe. It's become appearant that Cirsacief takes after her a bit too much while Epho seems more like her father every day. Thinking back about how Epho was using her tiny, curl of a tail to latch hold of any random object within reach before she could even grip her mothers side without slipping was one of the few things that made U'sung smile. It's not that she was unhappy, for she had always been emotionally distant and strict. Keeping her cool had tempered her inner fire and allows her to think unhindered by stress, something of a rare trait among her kind. Unfortunately, her son does not share this trait and his outbursts frequently resulted in a nip to the ear when he was younger. Though he can seem rather mellow at times there's a burning pride within and he constantly seeks to prove himself. He would rather wrestle prey down than to sneak up on it, even during times where vegetation is plentiful.

Standing watch at the entrance to the crag in which U'sung lived was a Primeape. Though vigil, a healed but never fully recovered leg injury was visible. He nods to U'sung as she approaches but doesn't leave his perch upon the jutting center rock at the mouth of where the crag splits. Beyond this entrance were steep, jagged walls where the stone cliff had cracked open ages ago. Further inward holes along the face of the cliff are visible, possibly old Onix tracks that caused the crag to form. For generations these formations have been home to U'sungs tribe and at the center of the crag, perched atop a stone pillar is a statue. Not just any statue mind you, but a Darmanitan. Ti-Ron, the eldest within the tribe, sage and chief, watches over the others in a prolonged state of Zen Mode. Such an act has extended his life well beyond its years, but a still appearant strength is seen within the slumbering stone watchman. The statue is draped in fresh flowers and dried herbs, cared for by the tribe youth, elders and anybody else who cannot hunt. Though all was dark a tiny glow could be seen moving about through one of the openings in the side of the cliff. A certain little monster had become restless knowing her mother was home again.


The image of Ti-Ron's stone form decorated ceremoniously brings forth a random question from U'sung. "I wonder if Cirsacief remembers how Sed'eaced taught him to make a garland?"



OOC: Did you know that if you look at the character names in the 'Harry Potter' series you can decipher their roles in the story?

 

[PiccoloX]

OOC: Haven't posted in a while because I've been busy at work. Recently started cooking for one of the largest Country Clubs in Dallas. Anyway, cryptic message for future reference...

Countdown to Bad Things: 7
(The countdown will only be for the chapters titled "Warren Peace". Each chapter will contain a hidden message leading to the end of the story. Can you discover the message before the countdown finishes?)


~Warren Peace~
Insatiable Anger Management


"It's been, what, three years now? It still doesn't seem real. How could it?"

Woodland, early morn. A lone, one eared Bunnelby hides within a bush, munching on some leaves as he ties a bundle of sticks together with a freshly cut vine.

"The world, the real world, seems like a vague memory now. I can't even remember my damn name."

The Bunnelby is dirty, intentionally caked with mud and dried leaves. The stub where it's severed right ear once belonged is aged with scars, but appears to have been a clean cut and burned, cauterized most likely.

"I think it started with a 'B'. At least that's what everyone calls me..."

The Bunnelby looks to the ground a moment as his breath shallows.

"Called me..."

Looking forward, the Bunnelby makes a dash between nearby bushes. There's a scent to the air that has set him on high alert.

"Those damn wolves have been persistent. I don't think this is their territory, so why come all this way? Are they actually hunting me?"

The Bunnelby stops for a bit, catching his breath while remaining out of sight. He was right in his assumption, for a pack of Mightyena have been tracking his scent. There's never been more than one at a time and they've intentionally kept their distance, but that is not the case this time. There were a lot of them, getting closer by the minute.

"Were the others scouts? Do they know where I live? Damn it 'B', you were too careless!"

In a panic the Bunnelby starts to remove sticks from the tied bundle and rubs them on his belly. He dashes away from the bushes and begins tossing the sticks covered in his scent with his one good ear in an attempt to throw off his persuers. Upon throwing the last of his sticks the Bunnelby realizes the Mightyena were closing in and heads toward a nearby river. Diving in, he swims a but upstream and hides within a growth of reeds.


Rule 1: Wait
(Maybe the Native will wonder away.)


The Bunnelby lies in wait. Though the stick decoys had seperated some of his persuers two more were still following him. As the two reach the river they sniff around the bank for a few moments before one speaks. "Was it another trick?" one says to the other. "I'm... Not sure. It could have tossed another stick in the river." The first to speak growls "Come on, let's meet the others and report. Someone may have found something." As that one starts to head back the second to speak says "Wait... No, there's something here." The second to speak is looking agitated, his fur standing on end as he says with a growl "Can you feel it? It's close..." The second to speak begins to howl, signaling the others that he's found something.


Rule 2: Run
(If you can get far enough away the Native may snap out of it.)


The Bunnelby sneaks out of the water and dashes to a nearby bush, but his movements had not gone unnoticed. The alert Mightyena had spotted him and began leaping through the river to give chase. The other Mightyena did so as well, howling in alert while the lead Mightyena focuses on the chase.


Rule 3: Don't Look Back
(Don't stop, keep running.)


The Bunnelby was no longer dashing to bushes for cover, but in an attempt to slow the much faster Mightyena down. 'B' could practically feel the wolf breathing down his neck. As 'B' continues to flee he notices the Mightyena was no longer chasing him, but instead had moved around to flank him as the others took up the rear. It would seem that even with the rage toward Hu-Mon the effected Natives could still resort to base instinct. In this case, the instinct to hunt.

The Bunnelby realized what was happening, but he couldn't stop running. The border to a corrupted node was not far off. Even a rage driven Native fears such a dangerous place. Suddenly, the Bunnelby is brought to a halt as a flash of light appears before him. A light that he'd seen before, the same one that brought him here.

What had emerged from the light was a Zangoose. Like most others who retained consciousness it was dazed and confused, a Hu-Mon like 'B'. 'B' runs to the Zangoose and shakes him, trying to snap it out of the daze and get it to run. It was no use, the Hu-Mon blinked in a stuper before the panicking Bunnelby. Looking from side to side 'B' realizes the pack would be surrounding his location. Looking back to the Zangoose with distraught 'B' stutters "I'm... I'm sorry."

Dashing away 'B' hears the pack converge on the stranger. The screams of the Hu-Mon left behind would ring in his good ear for days, but 'B' had survived and reaches the border to the corrupted land in which he lives.


Rule 4: Don't be a hero...
(It's them, or...)


The Bunnelby curls into a corner deep within his warren, tightly holding his good ear down as he rocks back and forth. Scared, saddened, but alive.



"I'm sorry..."



OOC: This isn't a world of "fair". There are no turns in battle, just eat or be eaten. There are no potions, berries or centers, just survival... By whatever means necessary.

 

[lucarioknight56]

OoC: Sorry that I've been off. I have just been trying to think of a new idea for a post. Now I might have one.

T' Kran was finishing his packing, until a Zoroark came out of a nearby hole. When T' Kran looked back, he saw that it was his father. He hardly ever comes out anymore, as the egg needs constant watch. I guess he felt that this was important enough to do so.

T' Kran looked at his father, and asked, "Father, what are you here for? I am going to leave for a long trip.". Hos father sighed.

"Son, I think this is a ridiculous idea to be following. But, as the second egg is here, I can no longer control what you do. But, I can give you advice." he responded. T' Kran nodded to show he was listening. "There is an old Zoroark on the outskirts of the village. He looked to be exiled, as he had a small hole in the ground for him to live in. I think he might be one of those strange Zoroarks that know how to camouflage anywhere in the world." the father finished. T' Kran's eyes shot up.

"Father, if this is true, then I could follow that strange thing where ever he could go! Thank you for telling me!", T' Kran exclaimed. His father held up his claw to show he was not finished.

"He does not stay in the same place long. All I know is that he will always stay on the border of the forest. Good luck finding him." his father explained. T' Kranlooked down on the ground, then looked up at his father. Even if he was protective, T' Kran still loved him.

T' Kran did have something nagging his mind. "Father, how do you know of this master of illusion? I doubt you would seek him out. You were never interested in going outside of the forest." he asked. His father's face looked like he didn't want to answer, but he did anyway.

"When I was young, I did want to see what was beyond the trees, so I sought to find one of these Zoroarks. I searched whenever I could when I was hunting, and eventually did find the Zoroark. He was willing to teach me, but I sadly denied. I was now mated with your mother by then, and had a duty to keep. The old Pokémon was sad, but he did say that he would always be on the outskirts if you wanted to know." T' Kran's father further explained.

"Thank you for telling me. Now I know that we are more alike in this sense. I hope we will see each other soon.", T' Kran said . He climbed out of the hole, and waved good bye to the others. The other Zoroarks paid ne heed. They were busy enough with other things. So without further ado, he went to find Conner.

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The Arbok was constricting around Conner so hard, that he heard bones bending inwards. Unless he escaped soon, he would be dead. So, Conner used Metal Sound to distract it. It wasn't in Conner's usual repertoire, but it would distract the Arbok for long enough. The constricting loosened for a brief moment, but it was enough. Conner steadily slipped out of the Arbok's grasp, until he was free. But by then, it recovered, and was ready to strike.

This time, it would use it's fangs, so Conner braced himself, and used Bone Rush. A bone appeared in his paws, and he began fighting the Native with it. The Arbok struck with his teeth, but they were all blocked with the bones, and it was slowly losing consciousness. Conner needed rest from the constricting, and soon would fall as well. But if he wanted to live, he needed to kill the Arbok.

After 20 minutes of fighting, the Arbok finally fell, and ceased breathing. Conner gave a large sigh, and used his Aura to check his surroundings. There was no other Pokémon within sight. Good. He hid himself in the bushes, making sure he couldn't be seen, and went to sleep.

 

[PiccoloX]

OOC: Recently started cooking for the largest Country Club in Dallas, so haven't gotten around to much writing. Still, I've had time to think of future story possibilities. Ultimately, The Story of Yewer will be a 3 part series.

Due to the random time placement of the portals it leaves possibility for future writers to pop in even during the final moments of the third series, but it's understandable how frequent writers here may feel uncomfortable in this type of setting. Yewer isn't just about survival, it's about finding a way your characters can alter the flow of progression.



~The Golden Monkey~
Crime Scene Interpretations, "Yeeeeeeeaaaaaah!!!!"
[ I wrote the story before giving it a title. A 'C.S.I.' pun was unavoidable. ] B)


The morning following her return U'sungs rest was cut short. Epho had awoken early and expected the same of everyone else, especially her mother who'd receive no slack from her affectionate pestering. U'sung arose with the pink fluffball riding the back of her neck, pulling her eyes open as if she needed further assistance in waking up. U'sung rolls forward in a brief tussle, Epho giggling as she finds herself in her mothers arms after the scuffle. "Gods child, you'd awaken the stone guardian with that enthusiasm."

An elderly female Primeape cackles in the corner. "Long night?" U'sung passes the playful Chimchar to the Primape. "I'm unsure it ever ended. Did Epho give you any problems while I was away, Nargnay?" Nargnay replies "Nothing unexpected.", turning the squirming, upside down Chimchar right side up.

It wasn't just that U'sung returned late, but that her son had not that kept her awake. Though she could seem cold and unattached at times she was still a mother that worried. She seemed more worried now than earlier, though she could not explain such emotion over a simple tardiness. The world can be harsh, something enforced with the passing of her mate, so she had mentally prepared herself for the worst the day Cirsacief chose to be a hunter. Still, what was this feeling of dread? She walks to a small opening in the cave wall, the morning breeze clearing her thoughts.

The scent on the wind was sweet, a familiar smell from the sleeping stone guardians flowers burning. Was Ti-Ron awakening? A small group of younglings and the crippled Primeape watchman gathered around the sleeping, stone guardian. The scent of burning flowers that had been decorating his Zen Mode form an early signal that he was awakening. U'sung joins the crowd, looking to Ti-Ron to wonder at what news he brings. The process was slow, the guardians age requiring a long time to raise his temperature and become mobile. As she waited U'sung could not shake the sense of dread she'd felt earlier. Her thoughts of Cirsacief becoming more frequent. Though not awoken U'sung felt her focus drawn to Ti-Ron, the noise of the others fading and her vision narrowing upon his stone form. As she snaps out of the trance several rocks dislodge and roll down the side of the cliff, continuing until they roll out the only entrance to the crag.

U'sung knew this was no coincidence, but a sign from Ti-Ron. U'sung goes back to her cave to gather her hunting equipment. Before leaving she tells Nargnay "I have to go, watch over Epho a bit longer." Nargnay says nothing, realizing the hurried state of U'sungs packing and simply waves her off. It is not long before U'sung leaves the crag, heading in the direction her sons party had left for. Though she knew not where the attack had taken place Cirsacief was still inexperienced enough that U'sung was able to track his movements.

As she tracked for several miles U'sungs thoughts of Cirsacief became a deterrence. She had to clear her mind or she could be thrown off the trail. A few moments later U'sung finds herself at the Taurus corpse. The sight of which was certainly enough to warrant a search party. A foul stench hung in the air, something toxic, putrid, other than the stench of the Taurus's body. There was a light mist in the area, unnatural heat from the ground mixing with the cool air. The area seemed tainted by whatever happened here and the tracks were unlike anything she'd seen before. Whatever killed the Taurus wasn't another Taurus and though the corpse had not been eaten there was evidence that several of the same fatal wounds occurred postmortem. Either whatever had killed this creature had continued to attack it long after death or it had returned later for some reason. If the later was the case then whatever it was could have... "Attacked the scouts!"

Checking the area U'sung finds fresh signs of movement. The scouts had taken to the trees and fled quickly in a single direction. If they were being chased then they should split apart a short distance away so that only one would be chased. Though a selfish thought U'sung had hopped that Cirsacief was not the chosen target. She takes to the trees to better follow the signs of travel, though she would be unable to track anything that chased them from below. After a short distance it seemed as if something large, able to trample bushes, had tried climbing a tree. However, it's ascent ended abruptly and it's presence seems to have vanished. It didn't fall nor did it make it up the tree. U'sung scanned the sky as she traverses the branches, assuming that whatever it was could fly.

A sound draws U'sungs attention. A Mankey was below, injured. There were signs of a fight, but not against whatever had chased the trio earlier. It was smaller, possibly able to follow the others along the branches. The other two seemed to have fled, leading the creature away from the injured Mankey. Though U'sung was eager to continue the search she descends to see to the injured Mankey. The wounds looked terrible, infected, perhaps the same toxicity she had smelled earlier. The Mankey seemed unable to speak, so U'sung quickly applies some medicinal herbs to the wounds and leaves a small pile of nuts for the Mankey to eat. Before she could leave the Mankey calls to her "Not... It's not..." The Mankeys words were incoherent. Though he was obviously trying to warn her of something she had not the time to wait for a straight answer.


As U'sung leaves the injured Mankey it continues to speak "It's not... Same... It's not the same... Changed..."



OOC: Several names, chapter titles and even OOC will hold hidden messages throughout the story. Can you identify the hidden messages as the story progresses?

Hint: What hidden message do the names of each of U'sungs family hold?

 

[PiccoloX]

OOC: Been a while, busy with work, but it's given me a chance to rethink the direction of the story. This will be the first RISK post to introduce a freely controlled character into the series to act as an antagonist. As such, the next part of the story will be written by others.



~The Golden Monkey~
Lost, in The Woods


There was a smell in the air. Perhaps not so much a smell as it was a memory. The stink in the area of the defiled Taurus corpse clung to U'sungs memory. Whatever this "thing" is it is not of a natural order. The scenery had become rough, a struggle had taken place. This thing had caught up to one of the others. Tracking Cirsacief was no longer an issue given the trail of destruction left in the monsters wake. If whatever this thing is that is chasing her son was incapable of flight then there must have been two of them. One, smaller, to take to the trees and a larger to cover the ground. There had been too few tracks for there to have been more than two of the creatures, which would mean splitting up May not have been an option for the two scouts.

It would not be long before U'sungs questions would be answered as she comes acrossed one of the scouts, an Ambipom, that lay motionless on the ground below in an impacted heap of dirt. U'sung calls off her persuit to check on the Ambipom, but it was too late. He looked to have been bludgeoned to death and covered with a dark, viscous fluid. The same stink from earlier permeated the area, patches of the same black fluid scattered around. What was this dark secretion? The Ambipoms crude stone blade was clean, so it couldn't have been blood for it not to have been seen on the trail. U'sungs scan of the area was a brief guess as sounds of conflict are heard in the distance. The cries were familure, one of the creatures must have caught up to her son.

--- Sed'eaced = Deceased: Died before story began. ---

Racing through the branches U'sung planned. She had not seen destruction below, so it would have to be the smaller creature. U'sung thought "Cirsacief may be a poor scout, but he is a strong young Infernape and can hold his own till I get there." U'sungs footing slips a bit, catching herself and regaining her focus. "I need to lure it away, back in this direction. Maybe I can get it turned around, confused..."

U'sung finally arrives on the scene and finds the creature flailing about. Leaves and dirt fly as the creature swings a fluid covered club around in a whirling frenzy. Cirsacief must have gotten away, but U'sung had to see this creature for herself. The dust made it hard to identify the creature, but it looked like a pitch black Mankey. It moved clumsily in its frenzy and made a sound U'sung had never heard before. Suddenly, the creature notices U'sung and flings it's club at her. Stunned by the impact U'sung finds herself pinned by the weapons weight as the creature charges over her and flees into the forest. A moment passes and U'sung has not moved, watching and listening as the creature moves into the distance. Regaining her senses she pushes the slimy weapon off her and rolls to her side, catching the breath that had been knocked out of her. As the dust settles the destruction of the rampaging Mankey becomes more visible. "Was that Mankey from another tribe?" U'sung thought as she looks to inspect what type of weapon it had thrown at her. However, this was no mere club the Mankey had wielded... "Cirsacief?"

It took a moment for reality to set in as U'sung pulls herself to her feet. The event still seemed like a blur. U'sung unknowingly reaches for a pouch containing some healing herbs as she looks to her son, laying quietly on the ground, covered in the same reeking fluid the others were. U'sungs heart sank as she found it difficult to move, reaching toward her son for what felt like hours, fighting her thoughts to not accept an answer she already knew. In her confusion another feeling had called her attention. This must be Ti-Ron calling for her. "The direction the beast had fled, the tribe is in that direction! I need to join the others! They don't know..." U'sungs thoughts and the forest itself quiet as her still wondering hand finally reaches her sons shoulder. He was cool to the touch, a fleeting memory of how warm he felt when U'sung took him into her arms for the first time shortly after hatching. She reaches for the medical pouch, frantically searching for the opening and spilling the contents before stopping herself. Regaining her composure, U'sung turns away and follows the beasts exit. She reminds herself "I need to get to the others. If Ti-Ron was calling for me then he must know the beast is heading toward the tribe!" Finishing her thought, U'sung comes to a sudden stop. At some point she must have become turned around in distraction, as she once again finds herself looking upon the still body of her only son.

U'sungs composure and focus wanes as she places both hands upon Cirsacief. Her hardened face breaking down as she reaches for a few more nuts and berries to lay by his side, a mothers hope that her son will awaken in her absence. With teared eyes U'sung turns to follow the beast again. She stops before leaving her sons side, exhaling a ragged, shallow breath as she clinches the grass below. Her composure forcefully returns as she takes her leave of the area. Though her mind remained on the hunt, her duty to protect the tribe, she felt her heart tearing away the further she got from Cirsacief.

--- Cirsacief = Sacrifice: Killed during the story. ---

As she traversed the woods she follows the Mankeys trail closely. At one point it looks like another creature had fraught with the Mankey, the tracks leading toward her tribe being different, another type of ape. However, whatever became of the Mankey was unknown as it's trace seemingly vanished other than the stink in the air continueing. U'sung placed her hand beside an imprint in the dirt, noting the similarities and questioning "Could this be another Infernape? Did it drive off the Mankey?" U'sung could still feel Ti-Ron reaching out to her psychically, so she pressed on.

It is dusk by the time U'sung makes her way back to the crag. The call of Ti-Ron had been true as the tribe elderly and children huddled within the caves and the crippled Primape guard was absent. Though injured the Primapes savage calls could be heard clashing with that of the sounds the beast from earlier made. U'sung runs to her cave, relieved to find Nargnay holding Epho tightly. Before Nargnay could ask what was happening outside U'sung grabs a skin of liquid and a splintered stick tipped with many small stones and races back out the crag entrance to join in the fight.


Upon reaching the conflict U'sung drops the tools she had picked up, terrified and infuriated at what she was looking at. What stood before her now was a black Infernape. Though it's body looked like black, tightly woven vines in the rough form of an Infernape the creatures face was that of her son, Cirsacief. Muttering the only comment that came to mind, U'sung refers to the monster as "Face Stealer..."



--- Epho = ...?: What does the future hold for Epho? ---



RISK:
Being a creature that may freely be used as a universal antagonist by future writers who join the story the Beast and U'sungs story will be determined via vote.



OOC: The RISK is the follow up to this story. What happens next? The votes will decide.

(RISK VOTE HERE)

 

[lucarioknight56]

OoC: Sorry that it's been a while, but I have recently been on vacation, and I just need some good inspiration every once in a while. Plus there is the issue with the new role play I started which is called Pokémon: The Recovery of Foran down in my signature, as well as The PokeKnights: The Shadow of King Har. I might just close them down, and make the Recovery of Foran a story, not a role play.

T' Kran never felt better after leaving the village. He was doing something away from the interests of the elders, but something that he alone thought of. This 'Conner' was surely an outsider, and it was confirmed by the strange box that talked. It might be able to help, but would it want to kill instead?

He shook his head to get rid of those thoughts. That is the exact type of thing that would lead him to kill Conner. For now, he focused on actually finding him. He looked down on the ground, finding signs of movement. There were not many tracks, possibly because of Conner's lightfooted running skills. But there was some, and just enough to follow.

The forest was peaceful, more peaceful than normal. There were no birds singing, just the whooshing of the leaves. But there is more than meets the eye in Yewer. In the treetops, underground, or just in hiding, there are many things that are wild and feral. T' Kran kept hidden while searching for Conner, for fear of predator finding him. Even the predators have enemies, and nothing is ever truly safe. Hunters like T' Kran especially, because the prey he hunts hates his kind.

In the midst of this forest, there was one of the worst enemies to a Zoroark out there: A Scolipede. Enormous bugs, they are extremely vicious and will never stop attacking until they've won, or died. They especially hate the Zoroarks of the forest, as they hate the cowardice of hiding. If they ever catch a glimpse of even the tube of a Zoroark, they are immediately triggered into a rage, and until all movement stops around them, they will never stop. And they can sense the movements of a Zoroark.

T' Kran wasn't particularly careful of the giant insect. There are only about a dozen or so Scolipedes left, and most of them stay in an area where there are no edibles for a Zoroark. The reason why is because the Scolipedes ate them all. But there is one Scolipede that is larger and stronger than all of the rest: Zukraga, the Ultimate Insect.

Zukraga started as a little Venipede, struggling to survive among the birds and other Predators, until he was a Whirlipede, which was able to defend itself. But, because of where evolved, which was inside a log, he could never move. So, his prey taunted him, and his predators tried to reach him. But he survived, and he remembered every single taunt or attack ever put onto him. And the worst offender were the Zoroarks, which were the most cowardly things of the forest.

Once he evolved and broke the log prison, he attacked every single one of the Pokémon he ever saw. This made him extremely powerful, and the massive eating made him grow large, larger than all other Pokémon in the forest. But for a time, he hibernates, resting for his next killing spree. But when he does wake up, he remains calm, until he sees something he can eat. Then the killing begins.

Lucky for T' Kran, Zukraga still sleeps in a large burrow under the ground. But, soon he will awake, and he will relentlessly find and kill all of the Zoroarks, for he hates them, and will make sure that they will never more exist. Just thinking about this made T' Kran shiver. No one will be safe when Zukraga awakens after his decade of sleep.

~~~~

After several hours, Conner slowly awoke. He had a horrible headache, and needed something to drink. He massaged his head, searching for comfort. Thankfully, he brought a canteen full of water. Always be prepared for an unknown world, so you just might survive. He brought it out, and discovered there was only enough for one more gulp. Now he will have to ration that out, until he finds a pool.

After his brief break , he continued to find a way out of this horrid forest. There were no noticeable exits, and everything looked the same, even after hours of searching. But now he felt like he was being watched and tracked at the same time. The tracker was likely a hunter of some sort, possible someone he could communicate with. But whoever was watching was a predator, something alike to the Arbok he faced.

In any case, he still worried about what was going on at home. So, he grabbed out his Viewer, and turned on the call. After several minutes, Historius came up onto the screen.

"Conner! It is so good to see you! What happened, and why are you looking so winded?", Historius asked. Conner held up his paw.

"I recently encountered an Arbok, which usually go silently for the kill. But this one just all out attacked me. It must be some sort of madness among this place. But you shouldn't worry about that now. How is it going in Foran?", Conner asked. Historius clapped his wings together in excitement.

"Ah, everything is going well. The towns are being rebuilt, and the Desecrators are being struck down. Oh, and you should meet Carla, a strange Riolu I made my assistant. Say hello.". He was turning the box, but Conner didn't see anybody. "Oh, I'm sorry. She isn't interested right now. And it might be a while before we talk again. I am very busy here. You should continue explore this strange region, and talk to me in a few days. Ta Ta!". The device was shut off, and Conner was alone.

Now the watchful eye was on him. It was a Scolipede. And not just any Scolipede; it was Zukraga. He awoke much earlier this year, and his first sight was on Conner. It was much different than other Pokémon, and it built up the deep rage of Yewer inside. Soon, it would be time to attack.

 

[PiccoloX]

OOC: The votes are in for how this chapter will play out. The questionair had a divers set of choices, so it's taken time to piece them together. I'll be posting this as a 2 chapter story insert. As a bonus, an aspect of this chapter will be used in the final chapters of this first story. Can you see past the words to the hidden message beneath?

Though the votes were for "all B's" there is a C vote from the first voter that I'll be throwing in here as well.



~The Golden Monkey~
The Beast


The skies have gone dark, clouds tolling a coming storm. U'sung is still coming to terms at what this basterd has done, wearing her sons face like a mask. The stink emanating from the monster an unforgettable reminder of the atrocity this unnatural beast has committed. Though raught with a deep fear of the creature there can be no walking away from this beast. U'sungs senses return to see the beasts Infernape form charging her, but it's treck is cut short as the Primape guard barrels into its side, sending it flying several feet. Though the Primape suffered an old leg injury it's natural ferocity and bulk made up for its shortcoming. U'sung thought "He may be built like a stone, but he's only about as fast as one." U'sung runs to the Primapes side, aware enough of his natural aggression to remain within the Primapes sight as she approaches yet retain vision of the Beast as well.

You're not there yet, not perfect.

I'm not who you want me to be! Get out of my head!

Theme Brachydios Battle Theme (Remix) By Black Lute


Dirt stirs about the Beast as it's vine-like body unravels and reforms, flailing wildly as it's appearant footing is reacquired. The Beast hisses and howls in the direction of the two natives, still reforming as the Infernape while retaining Cirsaciefs face. The Primape shuffles forward, it's hands beating the ground as it roars in challenge. Behind him U'sung removes the skin of liquid she'd grabbed earlier and rips it open from overhead, spilling the contents and soaking her fur. The Primape clashes with the charging Beast, taking hold of whatever appendage it can and slamming the Beast to the ground repeatedly. Though the savage impacts were forceful enough to send small tremors the Beasts flailing for control doesn't slow down. Again, it's body unravels, clinging to the Prinapes arm on a downward swing and rolling with the impact to toss the Primape against a nearby tree, splintering it with the force. The Primape was fast to regain its footing, but still dazed from the impact. Before the Beast could attack the Primape U'sung shrieks, launching herself into the Beast and grappling together as they rolled.

Be one with me.

I don't need you!

Pushing herself away U'sungs plan to cover the Beast with the liquid clung to her fur had succeeded. The Beast paid it no mind as it returned the attack, black vines from its back whipping toward the agile Infernape. As U'sung dodged the blows she slings the stone-tipped stick from around her shoulder. The many small stones tipping the splintered end rattle as U'sung slams the flat end against the ground. She repeats the motion, the Beast edging closer with its whipping attacks.

You're better than this.

I just want to be... me.

As it drew but a few feet away and lunges at her U'sung changes her tactic and strikes the Beast across the face as hard as she could. The impact itself would do little harm, but the sharp clacking of the stones produces a spark. The Beasts face and body catch on fire immediately as the combustible liquid ignites. Though it had the form of an Infernape it's body was unprepared to handle the intense change in temperature, causing it to flail about, catching whatever it touched on fire.

Change for me again!

Have you no limits? ... Get out!

The Beast wasn't the only one suffering the flames. U'sung knew of her heritage, but had never felt the sting of the fire. Through the pain she remains focused on the beast, her tolerance accelerated by her shear force of will until she stands unhindered by the heat and prepared to retaliate. The blaze from the two beings illuminate the area, highlighted by the shadow of the clouds. U'sung exhales, her breath trailing with fire as she runs to meet the Beast head on.

You can never be like them!

I must... Be... Tsai...

U'sungs strikes were swift and precise. Timed punches kept the Beast unfocused and off its balance while the flames, though doing little to cause harm to the creature, limited its vision. Strike after strike U'sung pushes forward, the Beast falling back as the sharp jabs begin to tear at its root-like body. It's face, still aflame, had lost its form and it's body seemed to react to the loss, shifting and reforming in uncontrolled proportions. With it's back against a rocky ledge U'sung leaps backwards, the Primape who'd moved behind her swinging forward with enough force that it's punch forces the Beast into the solid stone and causing the formation to collapse, burying the Beast within the rubble.

As if the land itself sensed an end to the fight the clouds above begin to drizzle. Though the rain seemed slow at first it quickly turned into a downpour, putting out the fires of the clash as well as those emanating from U'sungs body. With the sudden loss of fire U'sung felt as if the energy had been drained from her. Before she hits the ground the Primape catches her.

After a few moments the residual rage the Primape had undergone fades. Though he wanted to investigate what had happened he knew he had to get U'sung out of the rain. As he turned to head back he was met by a familure face. Standing much taller than the Primape was the tribal leader, Ti-Ron, who had finally broken free of his Zen Mode. His expression was stern and troubled as he looked to the sky. The Primape begins to explain what had happen but Ti-Ron orders him to take U'sung and leave. The Primape demanded an answer but was cut short by a superior display of aggression as the large, elderly Darmanitan slams his fist on the ground.

Through the roll of thunder a roar cuts through the sky. It boomed with a grinding sharpness unlike any had heard before as the skies grew darker. With a crack of lightning a serpentine silhouette can be seen through the clouds.

Take it all.

Shut up! It is not mine to take!

The rubble that entombed the Beast shifts as loose rocks roll and part. From within a large, skinny hand raises. The leverage of the bony appendage allows the creature to hoist itself from its stone grave. This time, however, it's form appeared more solid, less chaotic than before. It's root-like body wound tightly together to give what appeared to be a muscular structure to its thin, lanky frame.

It's face was no longer of a creature from this area either, appearing skeletal with canine features. It's eyes, if it had any, sank in to heighten the skeletal appearance of the face. Where a nose would be was a hallow crevice, splintered by the bone-like formation. It lacked lips and a full row of sharp, displaced teeth are fully visible on both the upper and lower jaws. As it's mouth opened to pour out a black, inky substance it reveals the absence of a tongue. The Beasts solid black form now looked to be something out of a nightmare. Glancing toward the trio of apes the creatures menacing form begins to shiver. The Beast clutches the sides of its head and howls as it arches backwards to face the dark sky.

Change for me!

No... Not again...

As those final commands echo through the Beasts mind a voice rings through the noise of the storm. The feminine voice seems to whisper through the thunder "Change for me."

Meloetta has appeared...



OOC: For those who read "A World Without Legends" you may know who The Beast really is by now, but the only being in this world who knows this is Conner and only because he would be able to see The Beasts spirit. Is this really Meloetta riding in on the storm? Why is she giving The Beast orders to change its form? Why here? Why now? Why did Ti-Ron order the Primape to take U'sung and leave?

And why doesn't it seem like The Beast won despite the votes requesting that ending? Find out in Part 2 of this chapter!


Coming soon... ™

 

[lucarioknight56]

OoC: I love how you twist the story to be just how you want it. Even in other RPs, you do it. And that is a good thing.

Zukraga held no mercy against any opponent. And just when Conner looked behind him, Zukraga charged. Taken by surprise, Conner was hit by the oncoming bug. After hitting through several trees, Conner slowly got up. After recovering a bit, Conner looked again at his attacker. Much larger than ordinary Scolipedes, Zukraga was a giant compared to him. And it was charging again, this time with a chance to prepare.

Once Vukraga came a foot between him and Conner, Conner leaped from Zukraga's head, and into the treetops. Zukraga promptly ran into a boulder, which cracked on impact. Zukraga was dizzied for a moment, not prepared to hit so hard. Conner quickly ran away, before Zukraga could more harm.

But after 10 minutes of running, Zukraga was behind him again, barreling through the trees like a monstrous train. And whatever way Conner turned, Zukraga would be behind him, effortlessly catching up. Soon, Zukraga hit his target, and Conner was sailing right into a rock. Afterwards, he gave a roar of pain.

Though T' Kran was far away, he could hear Conner's distress, then a screech of victory. *Oh no. Zukraga!* T'kran thought. He sprinted as fast as he could towards the scene of the battle. Conner was just a few minutes away from being Zukraga's dinner, especially if he was using his claws to attack. And just as he was about to finish off Conner, T' Kran struck in between the armor of Zukraga, into the interior.

Zukraga screamed an otherworldly scream, and charged at T' Kran. T' Kran quickly climbed into a nearby tree, and went down with it, as Zukraga knocked it down. And after a few moments, Zukraga gave one final shriek, and fell silent. T' Kran was very proud of this outcome. No one has ever really managed to get a dart into the inside of Zukraga's armor. It was practically impossible, since after the first unsuccessful strike, he would attack you.

T' Kran was unharmed, but Conner wasn't. He needed care, but no one in this world would help him. That is, except for T' Kran. But he couldn't do much, besides some quick bandaging and a small camp. So, he went to work. He grabbed the leaf bandages from his pack, and went to Conner.

At this close, he could feel like he needed to kill Conner. But for now, his reason could control him. He looked for damaged areas, and wrapped the leaves around scratches and bruises. These were specially prepared leaves, just in case a Zoroark got attacked during a hunt. The only area he couldn't heal with these was Conner's back. He would need a splint to keep it straight until it was healed.

With the rage nearly overpowering, T' Kran ran away from Conner for a time. He could stay around him for long, or else it could risk the entire reason T' Kran was here. So, while calming down, he went to search for camping supplies. There was plenty to choose from, as the wreckage of Vukraga had plenty of sticks and leaves.

After gathering for a bit, he went back to Conner. With one of the straighter sticks he found, he propped it against Conner's back, with a groan of pain, and quickly bound it to there. Afterwards, leaving Conner to healing, T' Kran prepared the camp. He made a hole in the ground, which was larger than he would usually make it, just so he could have more distance between him and Conner. And in the center, he made a fire, with a roasting spit of Scolipede over it. There was just about 20 feet in between him and Conner, which T' Kran figured would be enough.

After climbing out again, T' Kran went towards Conner, and gingerly picked him up. After this, he felt the rage significantly rise. He needed to get Conner into the hole before he subsided. He carried him as fast as he could towards the hole, and carried him down to the seat he made for him. Hurriedly, he scrambled for the other side of the hole. With the measurements right, T' Kran calmed himself, slower than when farther away, but still was calmed. After several minutes, he hid the hole with some leaves, and went to sleep.

 

[lucarioknight56]

OoC: I hope I got the idea of the Rage of Yewer right with T' Kran. It wouldn't seem right if I didn't. I saw it as something that rises the closer they are to a Foreigner, and eventually overpowers the reason of the Native, but can die down after a time away from them. Just saying.

After several days, Conner woke. He first started with try to move into a comfortable position, but after a strike of pain, he moved back. After this, he opened his eyes, slowly, as they felt sore for some reason. He scanned the place he was in as best as he could, because he was laying down in some sort of bed.

It was some sort of hole, as the walls were made of dirt, and it was a fairly large one, so it could be a dwelling. But he didn't think it was a permanent one, as it was a crudely made hole. In the center of the camp, there was a campfire, and above it was another hole, leading to the outside. To the right was a dugout ladder, which was shaded with some material. Over on the other side of the camp was a pack, presumably of the Pokémon who saved him.

Conner tried to get up again, but something startled him. Something said, "I would not recommend that. You nearly broke your back when you hit the rock." Conner fell back down onto the seat, thankful for it being padded. He looked around, seeing nobody.

"Who's there? Are you a friend or foe?" Conner asked. The voice chuckled.

"I could be a friend or foe, depending how close I am to you. But right now I am a friend. Do you see me?", the voice asked. Conner looked around again, the shook his head. Apparently, the owner of the voice could see him, because before his eyes, he saw nothing next to the pack, than a Zoroark, but a strange one, as his fur was a matted brown and green. "Can you see me now?" he asked. Conner looked at him unsurprisingly, as he remembered from experience that Zoroarks are master illusionists.

"I am not surprised that you would hide, as you are a Zoroark. What is your name? Mine is Conner, of the Foran region." Conner asked. The Zoroark looked at him as if Conner was unaware of something, that it knew.

"I already know your name. My name is T' Kran, and I want to ask for your help." T' Kran asked. But before he could continue, Conner interrupted.

"Before we continue with our chat, I have some questions about this horrid place. First off, what is this region called? And why is it that everything I meet attacks me?" Conner asked. T' Kran was searching for the right words to describe this. Then, he had it.

"This place is called Yewer, a place none escape from. But many come here. You for instance are a Foreigner, one who does not come from here. As you were a Pokémon, we call you Shades, but there are other things that we call Hu-Mons, things that were never a Pokémon, but have become one on they're way to Yewer. We Natives have a deep hatred for Foreigners, more so for Hu-Mons. But, it only comes when we come to close, and some can come closer, or some become raged from farther away." T' Kran explained. Conner closed his eyes, thinking about the details.

Then, he asked, "But why would you attack another Pokémon? You didn't attack me when you brought me down here, so why shouldn't you attack another?". T' Kran looked down, and pondered.

After a while, he responded, and explained, "I nearly did attack you when bandaging you, especially when bringing you down here. I naturally attack others for food, so I am fine. But you are special. All of the Foreigners I've seen were scared out of their wits when they came here. But you stayed calm, and even spoke to a talking box.". Conner was puzzled, then laughed. He brought out his Viewer.

"You mean this?", Conner asked. He shown it to T' Kran. He nodded, and was confused of how it worked. "DO you have any technology here in Yewer? Where I come from, these are as common as a Caterpie in a forest.", Conner explained. T' Kran looked amazed.

Then, he said, "Technology? What is that? The most advanced thing we have are these darts." T' Kran took his turn of show and tell, and shown his darts and tube. Conner looked at them from his point. He needed to get up, so, he carefully got up, with winces of pain, and settled into his seat upright.

"Very interesting. So, this isn't a very advanced world. I came here through a portal with the help of Ho Oh--" T' Kran then interrupted.

"You mean to say you came here willingly! And with the help of the Rainbow God!" T' Kran questioned. Conner held up his paws in innocence.

He then explained, "I came here to find Meloetta, the Legendary of Song and Dance. And I assumed that some have come here willingly.". T' Kran looked down and shook his head.

"As far as I know, none have come here willingly. And you are lucky to have a connection to your world, for many haven't a picture. And-" T' Kran cut himself short. He thought, and asked, "You wish to find Meloetta?" Conner looked around, looking at his damages.

"Well, yes. I saw her disappear into the vortex I came in from, and Ho Oh warned against it, as it was a place the gods forsaken." Conner replied. T' Kran sighed, and looked at Conner.

"I would not blame him. Yewer has been running rampant with cursed beasts called Torments. Many live in fear of them, more so than the usual predator." T' Kran explained. Conner paid attention until he heard Torment. Torments affected his land madly. It is thanks to them that he had to kill a legendary. Or what once was. Tregrenos. And his old ally. Tsai- "Conner, are you still listening?" T' Kran asked. Conner looked over at the Zoroark.

He then prepared for what he was going to say. "There was a being in my world, who was called Tregrenos. He created those Torments, and this was probably where they first appeared. After an intense battle with a demonic form of him, I thought he was gone forever. But, I am afraid he must've come here somehow. And there is only one other I have seen after the battle that has come here: Meloetta. Somehow, she and him are concerned in some way. And there is the purpose of my adventure." Conner explained. T' Kran looked at him as if he was mad. But, he was a Foreigner who came here willingly, so he was already mad. If that is true, why can't this be true?

T' Kran then got back to his original question. "I believe you. And if you needed to come here to solve this mystery, I will come with you to help. In fact, the reason I sought you out is because I thought you could help Yewer. And now you can. You can destroy the Torments, and defeat their creator. But let me warn you. I will have to be far away, and must never be within your sight, for that means I am in the sight of prey. And if you die, it will not be my fault, for I can't blow my cover, or risk being killed myself. The only safe time to be together is when we camp for the night. So, there are my ground rules. Do you agree?" T' Kran asked. Conner thought.

If he had the knowledge of T' Kran, he could survive longer, and could complete his quest. He might be lonely during the day, but would be safe at night. In turn, this deal might change when they leave this cursed forest. "Alright, I agree. But first, can you lead me out of this forest? I have been circling for days, and really must get out of here before we can continue.", Conner asked. T' Kran thought about it.

"Alright, I agree. But first, when we are on the border of the desert, I will have to visit someone. But we can leave as soon as you are recovered. are there any questions?", T' Kran asked. Conner wrapped his paws between the other, and thought. Are there any concerns?

Conner then had his list. "First, how long will it take me to heal? Second, why the desert? And third, is there anything you know of Meloetta?", Conner asked. T' Kran had easy answers to these questions.

T' Kran replied "Alright, you will heal in a few days, considering that you can move around. The desert is the closest destination from where we are, and is the closest area to our next destination: the plains. Because, after eavesdropping on the prey I hunt, I have discovered that there have been sightings of a beast that changes shape, with something following it. Something that looks like Meloetta."

 

[PiccoloX]

OOC: You are correct in your reasoning. Natives become instinctually aggressive toward Foreigners due to proximity. While some Natives question this hatred others may accept it and believe that Foreigners are evil. Natives must weigh instinct and reason to discover the cause of this problem. Conner is a Shade, a Foreigner who was already a Pokemon to begin with, so the Native hatred toward him may be delegated. However, the hatred is too strong for reasoning if around a Hu-Mon. Shades and Hu-Mon are unaffected by whatever force drives this hatred from the Natives.

Anyway, time for Part 2. While looking for a Rock song to base the τħεɱε on ί came across the band Skillet and really ιίκεɖ what ί heard in their ᎯώᎯκε album. The ȘΘɴĢ that brought ɱε to τħεɱ is the τħεɱε ϦειΘώ and the ȘΘɴĢ ίτȘειʃ ƈħᎯɴĢεɖ ... ɖίરεƈτίΘɴ ... ȘτΘરϓ... ☗ ☗ ☗ (O‿◄)



~τħε ĢΘιɖεɴ ɱΘɴκεϓ~
The Beauty


Moments before the storm, back in the center of the tribal crag, Ti-Ron's Zen figure has finally built up enough heat to allow him to awaken. The smell of the flower necklace roasting around his neck draws out one of the elderly tribesmen. "Ti-Ron, you awaken! Praise be to The Lord of The Harvest!" After a brief ceremonial gesture the tribesman approaches. "You come because of that... Thing, yes? What is it? What is happening?" Ti-Ron remains silent, looking to the sky and surveying the immediate area. "Ti-Ron?" the tribesman meekly questions. Without acknowledging a glance Ti-Ron replies "Gather the others. Take the cave to the west." Ti-Ron points toward the cave. "When you near the back of the cave you will find a pit. It isn't deep and continues for several miles. Gather the others, stay together and keep going until you reach the end."

The tribesman questions "But why, my lord? That thing surely doesn't..." Ti-Ron repeats his orders, continuing to scan the crag. "It is too late for a defense."

Glancing to the tribesman Ti-Ron warns "We are already surrounded."

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In the darkness chains can be heard everywhere. With the slightest movement the chains tighten. Is it hard to breath? Feeling has left, senses gone, all that remains is the sound of the chains and the steel spider who binds them.

"I can't take this! The emptiness never ends! Leave me alone! Leave us be!" The beast then reaches to the sky, the tomb of rocks sliding away as it felt the presence of its captor draw near. The beast archs it's back as it howls to the sky, it's misunderstood screams masking the voice within.

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Ti-Ron faces the beast in its true form, the presence of an unseen force converging from all sides. The beast aggressively shuffles toward Ti-Ron, it's limbs dragging as it draws closer. A black substance pours from the beasts skeletal mouth, staining the ground and quickly spreading as the land itself is becomes tainted by the creatures malefic presence. The beast coughs, clearing its throat but continueing to release the foul smelling liquid. With its head hung low the black vines that made up its body loosen a moment as several sprout from the beasts back.

The rain hitting Ti-Ron vanishes in steam as the elderly Darmanitan builds it's internal heat. He had to buy the others time to leave the area and keep whatever unseen force surrounded the area focused on him. The beasts head raises quickly as it's silence was broken by coughs and growls. However, the beast didn't seem to notice Ti-Ron. It's head darts from left to right, it's body spinning as it watched the tree tops. Ti-Ron knew the beast could feel the same presence, perhaps even see it based on its body language, but was this a different opponent? Was he reading the presence wrong and the beings surrounding him here to help or was this another threat after all?

The beasts movements become more erratic, it's agitation building. The beast goes on the offencive, it's body shaking and swaying as the vines from its back begin to drip the black liquid. As the vines whip about the liquid is scattered upon its structural surroundings, staining all that is touched black and killing vegetation quickly. Amidst the chaos Ti-Ron notices the substance clinging to the air. The liquid had hit something solid, something moving, something numerous as the stains swarmed about. One falls from the sky before Ti-Ron, landing directly in front of him, writhing as the black substance seems to dissolve its semi translucent, leech-like body. Looking to the sky Ti-Ron could see the creatures now. Thousands of these apparitions swarmed in a torrent, blocking the flash of the lightning above. "What are these... tendril things?" Ti-Ron asked himself. His attention was drawn to the beast who was now charging toward him.


Theme Monster By Skillet


Ti-Ron instinctively charged as well, planning to use his bulk to deal with the beast until he can figure a way to deal with the threat above. However, before their bodies meet the beast leaps and uses Ti-Ron's shoulder as leverage. While airborn the beasts whipping vines lash out and grab for the tendrils. It continued this motion, eventually releasing them to reach for another as the beast is dragged through the current of shadows, climbing higher. The tendrils that came into contact with the beasts vines would dissolve quickly, causing others to break away from the swarm to attack the beast. Though they would start to dissolve as well they clung to the beast in numbers. The movement of the swarm shifted as several spinning funnels formed to attack the beast from all sides, clinging to it faster than they could dissolve until a ball of shadow had formed in the sky. Without the swarm above Ti-Ron finally saw the serpent within the clouds. It was Rayquaza, but then, it was not. Metalic armoring outlined its lightning flash silhouette. It's destinctive cries twisted and grinded among the boom of thunder. From along its back a structure was built into the armor, but Ti-Ron could not identify with the horror he was witnessing.

Rayquaza Torment has Appeared

The ball of shadow begins to shiver, the outside layer of tendrils falling away as the swarm making its body seem to die. With a leap the beast bursts forth, the vines from its back having flattened to give it miner aerial capabilities. The tendril swarm reforms, perusing the beast through the sky. Though it's ability to fly was clumsy the beast is able to propel itself toward Rayquaza with a combination of its own flight and the momentum of the tendrils attacking it head on. As the beast drew closer the tendrils swarming from behind break pursuit, keeping a distance away from Rayquaza.

The beast is able to reach its goal, slamming into the side of the large serpent and clinging to the metalic plating. From below the giant Torment loose chains hang and clang, infuriating the beast with their symbolic gesture of its own prior imprisonment. Vines sprout from the beasts arms, clinging to the metal as it climbs the serpent, unhindered by the gale winds due to its own anchorage. The tendrils swarmed in the distance, a tornado of silence blocking out the noise of the storm as the beast makes it upon the torments back.

Before the beast was a metalic structure jutting upward. It was the backside of a chair, a saddle, a throne. From the throne the feminine voice from earlier is heard once more. "My pet returns." Meloettas face peers around the side of throne, her hair a tangled mess and her left eye glowing a menacing yellow as eight spiky, metalic objects unfurl from the thrones side. Moving from the throne the spikes are revealed to be bladed, spider-like legs with Meloettas bound, encased small body forming the center. From where her arms would be hang two large clawed metal hands.

Meloetta Torment has Appeared


Meloetta speaks to the beast "Have you come back to me? Will you change for me again?" With those words, the beast attacks...


ΘΘƈ: ☗ ☗ ☗

 

[PiccoloX]

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The Prince




Some time ago...

The sounds of the chains is all that remains of what once was. Suspended within the dark room the vine-like body of the beast is forcefully heald in a humanoid shape. The smaller chains woven through its vines are held tight by its own weight, attached to larger chains spreading to all corners of the room to form what looked like a metalic spider web with the beast serving as the central anchor for the spreading chains. The slightest movement would cause the chains about its body to tighten, a pain that almost goes unnoticed anymore as the beast dangles hopelessly above.

From the shadows the chains are heard rattling, weight being added as Meloettas spindle form climbs toward the beast with another Pokemon held by her clawed hands. The Pokemon was small, a Ratttata, concious and terrified. It's mouth had been gagged and it's body tied with a raggedy cloth. Meloetta holds the Rattata to the beasts face and demands "Change for me."

The beast doesn't acknowledge her, having felt its sanity long since past to give way to hopelessness. Meloetta repeats "Change for me!" as she pushes the Rattata roughly against the beasts face. Without compliance, a jolt of electricity is sent through the chains, breaking the beasts daze and waking it in aggression as it's free jaw snaps at Meloetta.

Without consciously doing so the beasts face begins to change, becoming that of the Rattata. It's body struggles to adjust in shape, but the binding forces it to remain in a humanoid form. Upon taking the facial shape of the Rattata Meloetta tosses the Pokemon away and strikes the beast across the face with her clawed hand, screaming "That's the wrong face!" before shocking the beast again. Frustrated, Meloetta turns to face the darkness. She calls out the orders to an unseen servant...


"Bring me the next Hu-Mon!"


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Now...


Theme Awake and Alive By Skillet


Rayquazas gargantuan serpentine body bobs as it drifts through the air in a circular pattern within the tornado of tendrils. Though the storm had been held back by the shier number of tendrils funneling the sky the winds remained harsh as the giant torment thrashes and twists. Meloetta, the once revered goddess of song from Foran now faces the beast as a twisted being of metal. A clash between the artificially enhanced Torment goddess and the mutagenic Corrupted shape shifter is set by a stage of chaos.

Meloetta moves coyly to the side, avoiding the beasts initial lunge and leaping backward to maintain some distance. Her goal was not to harm the beast, phycally, but to break it down mentally enough for capture. "You know you can never be like them. You should come with me, come back home." The beasts heard these words repeated before. Meloettas voice rang the orders through its mind, disorienting its thoughts as the faces of Pokemon it had been forced to change into flash before it's eyes. Despite its mind in shambles the beasts body moves instinctively, ready to lash out at anything nearby.

Meloetta moves in closer, continueing to talk sweetly to the beast, masking her true intentions through lies and subliminal phrases. As she drew close enough to touch the beasts face it's forehead splits open. From within a gold orb emerges to form a single eye in the center of the beasts skeletal, canine face. The eye rolls and adjusts, fixating on Meloetta before the beast strikes at her, causing her to leap back again. Meloetta continues her verbal tactic "You're not there yet, not perfect... But getting close." Unphased by her words the beasts aggression is focused upon the fallen goddess. The vines making up its arms split apart and whip about. The only relation of its canine posture being its legs, feet and face, as it's upper torso had formed into many whip-like appendages that sprout from its back and chest alike.

The beast runs forward on its hind legs as the whipping vines increase its movement speed and support its disproportionate weight. Meloetta tries to leap back, but one of her metalic legs is caught by a vine and she is tossed through the air. Meloetta stabilizes her fall as she is thrown along Rayquazas back by spreading all eight of her metalic legs and extending her clawed arms. The moment an appendage had touched Rayquazas tail the others quickly grabbed for it, clinging to the Torment mements before falling off. The beast continued to chase after her, it's legs having unwound and reformed into a serpentine shape. It slithered along the Torments back before reaching Meloetta again, but the Torment goddess is able to crawl along Rayquazas underside to escape.

A moments peace was not offered the beasts captor, it's vibe-like arms slapping to the side of Rayquaza to root itself as it crawled after Meloetta. From below, the world has become inverted. Dodging the beasts attack yet again Meloetta swings from a chain dangling from Rayquazas armored body. With a hand gesture and a grin a wave if tendrils breaks from the swarm, swimming toward the beast in a funnel pattern. As the first wave strikes the beast upon Rayquaza the serpentine god lets out a grinding shriek. Before the second wave could hit Rayquazas head bends downward to launch a Hyper Beam at the incoming tendrils. Though it caused them no harm it seperated them, breaking the swarm attack. Meloetta realized her hold over Rayquaza was fading and needed to reach her throne quickly.

Crawling back utop the giant serpent Meloetta heads toward her throne, but the beast catches her by the leg with a vine that had stretched around from below. With a tug, the beast pulls itself free of the tendrils that held it down and swings upward. The force of the beasts final yank tears off Meloettas metalic leg, slowing her down a bit while the beast doesn't even seem tired. If anything, the beast appears more focused. It tosses her leg overboard and lurches toward her slowly, a clear attempt at showing its dominance and restraint. Meloetta grinned as she told the beast "Your almost there..."

Rayquazas bucking movements increase, the will of the legendary regaining some control. It launched another Hyper Beam, then another, then another. It's aim was not at anything particular, but the land below was being destroyed by its reckless abandonment. Meloetta then realized "He's trying to weaken himself!" She orders the tendrils to attack the beast as she swings around the throne. Instead of avoiding the tendrils the beast remains still, allowing the incoming swarm to hit it with a calmness and control it had yet to display.

Rayquaza had succeeded in weakening its body, but remained capable of flight. Meloetta quickly regained control, but just as she steadied the Torment a large vine archs over her throne and crashes through the Torments armored plating. The vine continues until it pierces completly through the giant serpent, causing it to cry out in pain from the impalement. The strike was fatal, causing the already weakened Ratqyaza to fall, crashing to the ground.

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Within the cave system below the tribe can hear the battle. Nargnay held Epho close as they made their way through the darkness. She'd not seen the others yet, U'sung or the Primape guard she'd left to find. Though consisting of the young, sick and elderly the tribe had already covered several miles of the underground terrain. The glow emanating from the scared Epho served to light the path as the tribe huddled together for safety.

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From below, Ti-Ron witnesses the legendaries fall. He runs toward the area where Rayquaza crashed. The storm above begins to die down and the strange floating tendril swarm starts to discipate. As Ti-Ron draws near his caution grows, still feeling the presence of two beings. Nearing the ledge if the pit Rayquaza had formed Ti-Ron piers over quietly, having gone unnoticed by a still standing Meloetta. Before her charged the beast, mangled in appearance but still just as aggressive. It's body had begun to fall apart, the pieces broken away vanishing in a puff of black smoke as the beast struggled against the banishment to reach Meloetta. As the beast drew but a few feet away from the composed, stoic fallen goddess all it could do was growl as the last ruminants of its face seem to fade into nothingness.

With the beast gone Meloetta doesn't say a word. She extends her clawed arms and is lifted from the ground by several tendrils who carry her away. With the threats gone Ti-Ron approaches the dieing Rayquazas face. It's eyes had already begun to close and it's breathing shallowed. Ti-Ron places his hand upon an unarmored portion of the massive serpents face, his presence acknowledged by a glance from the dieing god. With a heavy heart Ti-Ron says "You will return someday, my old friend. For now... But for now... Rest."

With a final breath Ti-Ron could sense that Rayquazas incredible force of will, the same will that drove him to attack a Torment factory in the first place, had won out in the end. Though this body of the god Rayquaza had died it would return again one day. Though Ti-Ron was well past his prime he knew that he had to seek out the reborn god and protect them in these troubled times.

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Miles away at a sharp, unnatural rock formation, a gathering of vines pour from the stone. They begin to converge utop the structure and with a howl the beast reforms. It retains the cyclopian yellow eye and a stronger sense of purpose and control.

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From deep within a factory a small unrecognizable Torment carried a metalic limb to a repairing Meloetta. She snaps the piece into place as she walks from a hall into a dimly lit room. Within the room stood a tall, metalic throne with a still figure sat upon it. The figure was humanoid, motionless and bound in chains. Meloetta bows before the figure whose barely visible face reveals only a grinning row of metal teeth.




"I am afraid the subject got away. My apologies..."


Meloetta raises her gaze toward the grinning face of the seated figure with equal parts fear and reverence.


"... Master."

 

[PiccoloX]

-= RISK =-
The beast can now be used as a freely playable character, wether it be interacting with another writers story or being written for by itself to shape the character in stories to come.

Due to its madness it will continue to hunt anything it perceives as powerful. It has no actual control over its shape shifting abilities and it's strength is limited based upon the form it takes, but it retains it's seemingly boundless durability. It has some hidden goal and will retain the golden eye while in its base form, giving it more clarity of thought and purpose, yet still prone to excessive aggressiveness. Despite having some form of reasoning capabilities it's base form is the most dangerous. It has no reasoning at all while it's face has shifted and will react solely on instinct and impulse based on the form it takes.

The beast can appear anywhere due to this "teleportation" it has within previously corrupted lands which dot across all of Yewer. The reason it teleports is yet unknown and apparently against its will. I won't say "Don't kill it.", but I will wish you the best of luck in trying.

Corrupted Nodes: The locations the beast teleports to are signified by sharp, jutting stones that look almost like an explosion trapped in time. These stone formations are actually a dried, plant-like structure from areas the beast has previously tainted with an excessive amount of the foul smelling black liquid it produces. Over time, the liquid grows into a bloom that spreads out like this and will eventually solidify and dry out.


(The goal of this beast is to be a constant antagonist for anyone to use. There is no "right" or "wrong" way to use this creature based upon what has already been mentioned. Though it's identity may be known there is more to this monster that will be revealed later. How it evolves from the planned story will be up to whomever controls it.)

 

[lucarioknight56]

OoC: I feel bad for the Beast. If only there was a way to help it.

Also, this is a brief history of Conner, for those who did not read A World Without Legends. Mind you, it is not a completely accurate one.
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Over the next few days, T' Kran and Conner have been slowly moving throughout the forest to the edge, and slowly because Conner was still healing. He was getting better, but his back still posed a problem for traveling. T' Kran helped as often as he could, but the rage still appeared at the worst times. And, there have been appearances of predators, but Conner avoided them, through his Auric Foresight. It was slow going, but it gradually gotten better.

And along with the traveling there were many questions from T' Kran about this strange world that Conner came from. Such as how gadgets were made, what a society was, and why berries were so healthy, instead of filling meat. T' Kran was very unusual for his kind, as most natives would've killed Conner. And even then, none would probably have been so interested in Conner's world. Conner was thankful to have such a companion, even if it was an awkward agreement.

On one such night, T' Kran asked two such questions. He wanted more on Conner's past, and it was a sensitive subject. It took a while, but Conner relented. For this latest night, this is where the questions are finally answered. T' Kran was gathering Conner's nightly dinner of berries, with his own being toasted Rattata. T' Kran then asked, out of the blue, "What made you support the legendaries in the chaos of your world? And how did you save it?". Conner, who was stretching his back slightly, then stopped. He looked over at T' Kran, who was 20 feet away, and sighed, feeling downhearted.

He then answered. "I was friends with a legendary. In your world, it was the Creator of Pokémon. In mine, it was Mew. We were great friends, and spent every day we could discussing the region. But, then he left with the other legendaries, to spread to the other regions of the universe. I was only seven years old at the time. And shortly after, the Legendary Capture Force attacked my family, and chased me down for information about Mew. But, I ran before they could torture me.

I ran for many days, until I met Historius. When I did, he protected me from the bad Pokémon. The Legendary Search Squad helped me recover, and I stood with Historius. Over the years, I evolved into the Lucario I am now. And I searched for the legendaries as the head researcher of my camp. I managed to find Terrakion, Warrior of the Earth shortly after a machine was built. And that was my first encounter with the Torments.

The Torment was after Suicune, God of Purity. I helped protect it from the Torment, which was made from the body of Raikou and Entei, the siblings of Suicune. I never wanted to kill it, and never want to kill a legendary again. I just hope that through your beliefs of the legendaries rebirthing, that they exist again. It will set my mind at rest, for once after that moment in life.

Shortly after, I sought after Kyogre, God of the Oceans. He was not too hard to find, but then I felt the clear urge of warning involving the Torments. I quickly ran for the main camp of the LCF, and discovered another Torment inside a desolate room of metal. It was one of my kind, a Lucario. After a grueling battle, I defeated it, and discovered that they were created from unsuspecting Pokémon, and they were a work of evil. And the room of metal flown high into the sky, and this is where I met Tsaikogen."

Conner was going to move on, but he was interrupted by T' Kran. He asked, "Why would you tell me all of this, instead of the answers to my questions?". Conner held up his paw, as if he was getting to it. "Tsaikogen I never truly knew, but I knew that he was special in some way.

We met shortly after I defeated the Lucario Torment. He appeared in a strange form of Meloetta, for he had the ability to change shape. I was confused, but I was then ambushed by Tregrenos. But, Tsaikogen helped me, and we soon were attacking Tregrenos. Although, Tregrenos predicted everything, and made the metal room fall apart, until there was nothing but a stage.

I fell and got saved by some birds, and helped everyone out of the region. Everyone, that is, except for Tsaikogen. He went up to the stage with Tregrenos's true form. After that, it was a blur. I saw Tsaikogen as a Lucario, then I saw Tregrenos breaking away the great wall that divided the regions. He was then an angel of death. Nothing I could do could stop it. And Tsaikogen helped save me. But he couldn't save himself. I don't know what happened, he just disappeared. And after all of that, I went through the vortex in the wall, and came here."

T' Kran stood wide-eyed at Conner. And amazing story, much more interesting than his would ever be. But, Conner was a misclaimed hero, even if he was in another way. T' Kran wanted to help the region like Tsaikogen and Conner helped theirs. T' Kran will help instead of doing his own thing. "I will stay with you all the way," T' Kran said, "And will stop Meloetta." Conner looked over to T' Kran, and smiled.

Conner then started moving about a little more, and started stretching his back. T' Kran was nervous at first, but then he saw Conner able to move in any way he could. Conner then stated, "I think my back has healed now. DO you think we can leave this forest in the morning?". T' Kran looked over to Conner. "Of course we can."

 

[PiccoloX]

OOC: Nice recap of "A World Without Legends". Things got pretty crazy, but that discription puts things into perspective. The Beast, Tsaikogen, is just one example of how Corrupted differ from normal Pokemon. In a sense "Unsealed" are the same way, but more along the lines of a perminant Mega Evolution where as Corrupted are more like a mutagenic virus.

I updated the first "Warren Peace" with a starting countdown. Unlike the countdowns featured in "A World Without Legends" where the countdown could have been prevented this countdown cannot be stopped. The countdown will only appear in the "Warren Peace" chapters and signifies the end of the first Yewer story.


Countdown to Bad Things: 6


(What's going to happen at 0? What is the message in these 7 chapters?)



~Warren Peace~
Truth Recognized


It's been days since the attack from the pack of Mightyena. B emerges from his den. He knew little of the cursed land of his home, only that it warded off the Natives. He'd seen traces that others have been here, but he was unsure how much time had passed since the lands abandonment.

The area itself was not large, but it's presence could be felt even by B from a distance away. A dry, brittle structure spiked from the ground, blooming outward like an explosion of stone had been frozen in time. The sight of it wasn't unnerving, it looked no different from any of the odd things he'd seen in this place. To B, it reminded him of some kind of giant sea urchin, but it was unnerving none the less. With clear skies and no sense of movement nearby B decided to examine the odd structure. B thought to himself "If anything, I might be able to keep something with me that'll drive others away. Maybe break off a peace of the sharp ends for a weapon."

After a moment of exploration B stumbles upon a skeleton. He couldn't tell what it used to be, but spotted some bound leaves and assumed they were being used as a container. B cautiously approaches the skeleton, the uneasiness increasing as he draws near the stone-like structure. The breeze cutting through the stone spikes only heightened the creepiness, sounding like ghostly whispers to the Bunnelby's lone ear. After snagging the leaf pack B scampers away to his warren to investigate the contents while muttering aloud several colorful comments to the imaginary spooks of the stone.

Turning the pack upside down the few items within spill out. There was not much, some dried leaves, twigs, a couple of stones. B looks inside the leaf pack to see if he'd missed anything, reaching in with his tiny paws to feel around before asking himself "What am I doing?" B tosses the empty pack to the side and looks at the useless contents. "Why am I still here?" he asks aloud, tossing one of the stones into the corner of his dirt home. "Why am I here?!?" he shouts, crawling to the warren entrance.

Emerging from the hole the Bunnelby sprints away from the cursed zone into an open field. "Here I am! Come and get me!" he shouts, holding his paws and only ear open in display. "What are you waiting for? I know your out there!" B grabs a lob of dirt and tosses it with his ear toward a wooded area. "Your always there! Come and get me!" The Bunnelby's ferver excerpted, he slumps to the ground. "Anythings better than this hell... If this is even hell. It seems more like a purgatory." B takes a moment to look around before smirking. "A bright, technicolor purgatory full of Pokemon." Picking himself up B continues to laugh at the obsurdaty of it all. "Damn Poketory!"

B thinks back, to the time before. His memories of "the real world" seem hazy and vague. It feels like he's lived this life of struggle more than he could recall his life before. The more he tried to remember his family all he could think of were those like him he'd met while roaming this land. Some good, some bad, some even worse off than he was. He wondered who the Zangoose was that he'd abandoned to the wolves. "Who were they? Did they have family? Could they remember them?" B didn't care what his life was like before, anything would be better than this. He'd rather be anyone else but "B".

Shaking his head to drive away the thought B shouts "Screw you then! You can kiss the darkest part of my fluffy tail!" Unfortunately for B, there was a response. He'd not sensed whomever snuck up on him, but could tell they were there now. Turning meekly, B now faces a Scrafty poised to attack.


"Careful what you wish for, Hu-Mon!"


OOC: The truth is that we cannot be who we are not. The same goes for RP. Regardless of the facade you put forth your characters are just masks mirroring a hidden truth about yourself. So, what does that make you? Who does that make me? For Hu-Mon, how does the humans personality determine the Pokemon they become?

 

[PiccoloX]

~Outcasts~
Once...


Once upon a time, there was a Seviper named Vicehied. Vicehied belonged to a Pokemon trainer and all was right in the world. Everyone lived in peace, wars have not been held for generations and life was easy. Vicehied was training with his doubles partner Escavias, a Scrafty. Escavias would often ignore his trainer, so Vicehied would moderate between the two.

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Once upon a time, there was a Scrafty named Escavias. Escavias belonged to a Pokemon trainer and there was something wrong with the world. Everyone lived in peace, wars have not been held for generations and life was easy, too easy. Escavias was training with his doubles partner Vicehied, a Seviper. Vicehied followed their trainers orders without question, probably because the idiot couldn't understand what they were saying.

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Once upon a time, while training, an opponent used the move Smoke Screen against Vicehied and Escavias. The two got back to back while awaiting the strike, but then the unexpected happened. Something opened next to them, a gateway, a portal, that quickly began sucking away the Smoke Screen. Vicehied and Escavias were too close to escape the pull and were taken from their world.

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Once upon a time, there was a Seviper named Vicehied. Vicehied had been pulled through a portal into a strange new world of Pokemon. As he explored he found no humans nor any trace of his doubles partner Escavias who'd been pulled through the portal as well. Most of the Pokemon in this world were aggressive and behaved peculiarly. One day, however, Vicehied stumbled across a gathering of various Pokemon who were not aggressive toward him. He was fed and taught to survive, though when he inquired about what he was eating he was assured that he didn't want to know.

Being an avid learner Vicehied caught on quickly to the ways of this strange world. He hoped Escavias was able to find a group like this because there was something terribly wrong with this world.

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Once upon a time, there was a Scrafty named Escavias. Escavias had been pulled through a portal into a strange new world of Pokemon. As he explored he found no humans nor any trace of his doubles partner Vicehied who'd been pulled through the portal as well. Most of the Pokemon in this world were aggressive and behaved peculiarly, but one in particular stood out from the others. Escavias could not make out what type of Pokemon this was, with steel parts where there should not be and a horrible smell unfamiliar to the Scrafty. The Pokemons voice was metalic and slow and was being attacked by another metalic Pokemon. Though the other Pokemon looked similar it did not have the same smell to it.

After an exchange of blows both the metalic Pokemon fell. Escavias waited for one of them to regain consciousness, hoping to ask some questions of the weakened Pokemon, but neither would awaken. What had happened? Why weren't they waking up? Both of their eyes were open, so why wouldn't they move? Why weren't they breathing? When Escavias reached down to check on them both there was a residue that came off the one that had a stink. The residue stuck to Escavias's right hand and began to burn, a pain the likes he'd never felt before. The residue wouldn't wipe off, wouldn't wash off, and it seemed to be creeping up his arm. Wrapping it tightly with a bundle of leaves caused the pain to ease, but the black mark it had made on his skin continued to grow.

The aggressive Pokemon were now a bit less aggressive and most feared him. Finally, all was right in the world.


Once upon a time, there were two...





OOC: It wasn't easy wrapping my mind around the concept, but Vicehied and Escavias are from the Anime world. They were never featured in the anime, but lived within that worlds rules and boundaries. IMO, Pokemon from the anime toe a line between living to fight and being friendly. There doesn't seem to be a grey area, it's one or the other or even both at the same time. "Instinct" doesn't seem to be a factor, all the Pokemon have human characteristics and emotions and all Pokemon are vegetarians. Yewer alters ones diet, however, and both have been turned into carnivores.

Vicehied was an obedient Pokemon who enjoyed the world the way it was. Escavias questioned his role. Why was a human telling him what to do? Why was he confined within a Pokeball? Why was everything so boring? There was a philosophy tied to everything, but often that philosophy was pointless and the lessons taught deviated from the lessons learned.

Though both Pokemon are obviously trained to fight are they able to fight for their lives in a world where death is common and not romanticized? Vicehied was able to find help when he needed it most, but Escavias wound up facing the worst of this world on his own. How will this change them?

 

[lucarioknight56]

OoC: Nice job with the Anime reference PiccoloX.

The next morning, Conner woke up. And this time, he woke up before T' Kran, which has never happened since he meet him. And now, he was glad to be running around, because now they can travel at a much quicker pace. And Conner could truly start their search for Meloetta.

T' Kran woke up shortly after Conner. Not wanting to miss a day like this, he went straight to packing the tiny camp. He was excited to leave the forest as much as Conner, but for a different reason. Soon, he could meet the old Zoroark at the edge of the woods, and learn the secrets of illusion. No one in his tribe ever learned that secret, and now he was going to put that knowledge to good use.

Conner came down from the trees, and looked over to T' Kran. "So, T' Kran, will we be able to make it to the desert today?" Conner asked. T' Kran looked up from his packing and smiled.

Then he replied, "I think I will, but you might not if you can't keep up. But remember, I need to visit somebody first." Conner grinned, showing he understood. Then he ate one of his dried berries, which was part of his supplies from his world. Conenr didn't want to rely on meat very often, so he wanted to make a balanced diet. Besides, they were made by Historius, his best friend. Oh. Historius and the Viewer.

Conner finished eating and brought out the Viewer from his pack. It still wasn't damaged, amazingly, and it should still be in working order. He opened it up, and turned it on, waiting for an answer. After several minutes, there was nothing, so he put it away again. When was he going to answer?

T' Kran finished putting in the last piece of cookware, the spit, and slung his pack over his back. "Conner, are you ready?" T' Kran asked. Conner looked behind him, and turned back. T' Kran was confused now. he went over towards Conner, feeling the rage of Yewer build up, and asked, "What is the matter Conner? Aren't you excited to leave?" Conner then sighed.

"I am excited. But, I tried using the Viewer again, and there wasn't an answer. Why would there not be an answer?" Conner asked. T' Kran thought about an answer. He didn't know much about how Conner's world worked, but he gave his best answer.

He answered, "I am sure this Historius is fine. He might just be gone for another one of those 'meet-ings', that's all." Conner looked back towards Conner, and gave a slight smile.

"Thanks T' Kran, it is nice to have one friend in this chaotic world." Conner said. T' Kran smiled back, and walked away, to calm the rage. After a few moments, he gave the signal to move out, and began running to the edge of the forest. Conner looked amazed at his speed, but he knew that he could run faster. He quickly caught up to T' Kran, and they were on their way.

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Unlike what T' Kran said, Historius was not in a meeting. He was in a dark room with a knife next to his small throat. No one was able to help him, and sure they knew he was there, but the room was locked and shut. THe Pokémon with the knife to his throat was crazed, and needed one single little answer. HE hoarsely asked a deadly question, "How did Conner-*wheeze*-leave?" it asked. Historius needed a bit of air, so the Pokémon loosened his grip.

Then Historius answered, "I only know, that Conner went up to the Great Wall, and went into the hole created by the wind drill. After that, who knows. Now please, let me go.". The Pokémon then laughed, and coughed. he let go of Historius, and he flapped off. Then the Pokémon unlocked the little door.

"You should have thought to die, because now your friend will, when I find him in the place he went to. Good bye, Historius, for when you die, you will see Conner waiting for you." it snarled. The door swung open, and the Pokémon Police saved Historius. But the wheezing thing was gone. Historius now felt terribly guilty, and needed to contact Conner.

OoC: So, I am doing something rather strange. This wheezing Pokemon hates Conner for some reason, and wishes to pursue him. How will he get to the hole between worlds in the Foran region? The old FOran region is a poisoned world now? But is it completely?

This character will be controllable by all authors, as soon as he is in Yewer that is. This will prove to be interesting, as this Pokémon seemingly has gone under a struggle. Wonder what it is?