Flux

Pidgeotto

Blaze stopped walking in order to rest and gather his surroundings. He had decided to travel through the woods rather than near the shoreline -- he felt too open and vulnerable there. The sun was setting; he'd need to find a place to sleep soon. He looked down at his armband with the strange stones embedded in it. He had no idea what they were for; his trainer had given it to him one day during training and told him it would help him become stronger. Blaze had found that surprising considering how rarely they battled; still, he had liked the look of it, and he trusted his trainer's judgment. As he held his stubby leg in front of him, his eyes were drawn to the engraving on the armband. "Blaze". That was what his trainer had named him on the day they had begun their journey together. He recognized his trainer's handwriting in the engraving and felt a pang of longing. Before Blaze could think any more about his trainer, a strange noise filled the woods around him. It almost sounded like the movement of the wind, but there was no breeze. The sound seemed to surround him, and he stood up abruptly, flames shooting out of his back. The now-illuminated woods showed no sign of any threat. Blaze wondered if perhaps he was just paranoid after all the days he spent avoid those giant creatures that walked this woods when he first arrived. He cut off his flames and decided to get moving again and look for somewhere to rest. Still, he couldn't help but feel that he was being watched...

"...Flux, have you got anything with a decent amount of processing power on you? We could find a way into the computer system controlling the cameras, and loop the footage. We'd basically be invisible. The drones would probably be immune to the same, so Raito might be able to short them out with a Discharge." He looked around. "After that, we go in, find the main security room, and subdue any guards that spot us on the way in. We disable all of the security systems in the building, and creep our way to the main control room. Sound like a plan?" ---------------------------------------------------- "Well..." Flux began, torn in his thoughts. The only thing he had on him with that sort of processing power was the PokeGear he had modified. While this was important, he had also put a lot of time and resources into that PokeGear, and if he left it here, he might never see it again. Furthermore, that was his main way of opening doors. However, Sarcus had said he could cover those as well. Then there was the problem of keeping tabs on Ogre. The berries should have done the trick for a while, but if he lost that PokeGear, he'd have no way to keep track in the future. It was frustrating, having to decide priorities here. He realized that he needed to decide quickly. He had paused for much longer than was necessary to answer the question. "...yes, I do think I have something. If we can get me connected to the system, I should be able to handle the rest." He gave an easy smile. "Nice thinking!"

This makes me sad. But it's true. People need to post more or it will die. ...aaand you can rejoin Aervana? (Gets irrational hopes up)

So... some of my Pokemon randomly changed abilities when I loaded this up. My Rock Head Aggron became Heavy Metal and my Poison Point Nidoking became Rivalry... I haven't used any of the shard guys yet, so it's not like I changed them. I haven't even really started yet. Also, what's the button to dismount Tauros in this episode? Z isn't working anymore. I somehow accidentally dismounted once but can't figure out how to do it again.

"Now Master Nash that bacon smells delicious but we can't have a proper breakfast with out some juice." -------------------------------------------- Nash turned to see Crag reveal a bottle of what appeared to be Elderberry juice from his cloak. "Aye," he said, giving a small chuckle, "I suppose we can't, can we? It will be nice to have a drink other than water." He was a bit dismayed at the lack of alcohol, but he supposed the thief had a point. Perhaps traveling with the vandal wouldn't be so bad after all.

Blaze woke abrubtly as the ground shook beneath him. Blaze looked around frantically as the ground shuddered. In the distance, there was a flash, distorting a mountain before causing it to disappear. Suddenly memories flashed back to him, triggered by what he had just seen. ...in his trainer's home, a large earthquake... dishes crashing to the floor... bright flashes... ...waiting for his trainer... desperately hoping he would come back... hunger... leaving his home... cracks in the earth... loss.... He shook his head at the sudden memories of his past. Those days were gone. He didn't know what had happened that day, but the location of that mountain may be able to provide him with some idea. He felt a pang in his heart at the thought of finding his trainer. Yes, he was going to head towards where that mountain had been. The sun was making its descent through the sky. Blaze realized that he must have been sleeping for a while. Still, he was pushing on, determined to reach that mountain. He needed to know what had happened on that day that he had been trapped inside. The day his trainer disappeared...

What have I missed?! Being gone for a week can really leave you at a loss...

Question: How long ago from where the IC thread is set did the Cataclysm take place? (I still like 'The Shift' but that's not really the point.) It appears that my Cyndaquil is going to end up being one of the older characters based on the fact that it was around for a few years before the Cataclysm and based on the ages of other peoples characters (that hadn't necessarily been around for as long before the Cataclysm.) I hadn't picked a specific age for mine, so it kind of depends on this.

Blaze let out a yawn as he awoke in his crevice. He was living in the side of a steep incline, in the small hole formed where the uneven edges of two rocks met. His hole went back into the hill quite a ways, so it was spacious enough to be a good home. He crawled outside into the sunlight and began to search for food. While life had originally been turbulent in these woods, they had calmed down in the long time he had been here. He stood up on his short legs, barely reaching the bottom of a berry bush, eating what he could before he continued onward. He decided to head towards the seaside; there was a bluff there that ran down to a few feet of beach that he liked to spend time at. *************** As he reached the bluff, he curled up under a nearby tree and watched the ocean below wash over the beach. He let his thoughts drift to his trainer and happier times, things he hadn't thought of in a long time, and let out an almost inaudible whimper as the memories came back...

Nash grunted. "It's not so much the fact that you made the illusion, but more the fact that you didn't tell anyone." He waved his hand, brushing off the subject. "Just make sure you do next time. As for your other topic, if you'd rather wait until after we eat, that's fine. We're still waiting for those three to wake up anyway." He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder at Jory, Crag, and Marissa. with that, he turned back towards the nearly finished bacon.

Celtic Guardian back when I still played commonly. (I'm not a big fan of the meta after GX era) I loved the art and it always worked well for me. Blizzard Warrior's also pretty cool.

Well, I made my first attempt at RP'ing Acquiescence's character. Hopefully I did fairly well. I based it on what she'd posted in earlier posts, but unfortunately there hasn't been much conflict until now, so I haven't been able to gather much about how she fights other than the post with Koz's sand surfer and her original character description.

Kho looked around. The cyclone had certaintly helped, but there were still a large number of scraeth left. The animals themselves seemed to be assisting the group, no doubt thanks to Koz. As he scanned the area, Kho noticed one scraeth off on its own, ramming its hardened body into a stone wall. It only took a moment of thinking to realize that that was where Koz had been standing. Kho dashed in his direction, hoping to be in time. The wall had already cracked, and Koz had specifically said he wasn't good at close-range combat. As he approached, Kho readied himself to strike. He drew his sword arm back and lowered his head, running even faster. He would use this momentum to make a quick strike. He thrusted his arm forward, pushing off with the muscles in both legs, sending himself in a forward thrust at the creature. In an instant, he sliced from under its tail to the middle of its body, splitting the back end of the scraeth in two. As it collapsed, he flicked his wrist, sending the green blood flying off his sword. --------------------------------- Gillem rushed into the fray. there were many scraeth left as well as a Grand Scraeth. Braius had made short work of one, treating it just like any other scraeth. However, not everyone had his massive strength. Gillem raised his shield as he met the first scraeth, severing its pincers before piercing its soft underbelly. More surrounded him. He turned constantly, blocking blows from all sides, returning with a quick slash or stab when he could. However, there were too many. He felt a pincer smash into his side, right where his burn from the demon was still healing. As he doubled over in pain, another scraeth rammed him with its side from behind, sending him sprawling to the ground. Gillem flipped himself over, only to be met by the Grand Scraeth towering over him. He went to raise his shield only to find that it had been knocked out of his hand in the fall. As its large pincer fell towards him with alarming strength behind it, Gillem raised his sword in a block, catching it in the vice grip of the pincer. Rather than stopping the blow like Gillem had planned, the pincer pushed forward, pushing Gillems right arm to his chest and impaling his sword into the ground on his left, the hilt still in his grasp. He was forced to release his grip in order to roll to the right, narrowly avoiding one of its barbed tails striking down at him. The other stinger followed right after, and Gillem rolled back to the left as it pierced the golden sands. trapped between the two tails, still stuck in the sand, Gillem was at a great disadvantage. The Grand Scraeth still had both pincers to attack with.However, rather than attacking Gillem, the Grand Scraeth slowing withdrew its stingers from the sand, walking overhead of him as if in a trance. Gillem took this opportunity to roll away and retrieve his shield. His sword however, was still in the Scraeth's pincer. ------------------------------------ The gentle breeze and the soft sand; these were pushed to the back of Eleriese's mind as she wove her steps into a dance. She focused on drawing the large scraeth away from Gillem, entrancing the creature with the magic of her dance. The creature had seen her and was lulled into weariness, making slow progress towards the elf. She vaguely noticed Gillem roll away and retrieve his shield before looking in her direction and nodding his thanks. He ran at the scraeth, retrieving his sword as it fell out of the slowly relaxing grasp of its pincer. Eleriese felt a connection with the Grand Scraeth by this point; she hated to think it would be killed, but she knew it was necessary. She let the dance fall apart as Gillem's sword pierced the creature, its terribly sad shriek only worsening the pain she had already gathered from the creature.

Nash turned as he saw Megaira approach from the forest. He hadn't even noticed her wake up. Still, he decided that now was as good a time as any to get matters cleared up. "Did you happen to do any of your... magic last night? I encountered quite the strange beast while scouting during my watch, but it made no moves to attack me." He crossed his arms, awaiting her answer. He wasn't exactly comfortable dealing with the Shadowed, but he made no move to show it to Megaira.

Kho closed his eyes, listening to the sounds of the approaching threat. he drew slow, even breaths, just as his master had taught him, calming his body and mind. He only faintly heard Gillem's request in the back of his mind. "While I cover Olrien, see if you can pick them off a few at a time. The sand kicked up will blind them just as much as us." Then all at once, he prepared to strike. His eyes snapped open, and he was gone, sprinting towards the Scraeth with his head dipped low and his scarf trailing behind. He whipped past the first of the Scraeth, only to quickly turn and thrust his longsword between the plating on the joint of its pincer. He flicked his wrist, and his sword followed, removing one of the Scraeth's weapons. Kho had already disappeared by the time it turned to retaliate. In his short break, he turned to see pair of Scraeth, accompanied by one of the Grand Scraeth, splitting off towards Braius. He would have gone to help, but he was already under attack by others in the horde. He raised his sword, preparing to move into combat once more. -------------------------------------------------------- Gillem watched as a small cyclone appeared around Olrien's blade. This was the first time he was seeing magic other than healing. As the cyclone grew, he felt as though he was being dragged toward the sword, but his body wasn't moving. It was quite disorienting. However, he was snapped out of this trance by the sound of approaching Scraeth. He raised his sword, preparing to meet there attacker. Luckily, there only appeared to be one coming for them. It wasn't much comfort though, as he knew that meant there were more by the others. He ran towards the Scraeth, raising his shield as it swung a pincer at him. He felt the impact and prepared to swing around it for a counterattack, only to find that his left arm was stuck in place. The Scraeth had its pincer clamped around his shield. He ducked as it stabbed at him with its stinger. He swung his sword at its arm, severing the pincer that was holding him in place. He rolled under its upraised body as it took another shot with its stinger and stabbed into its soft underbody with his sword. The Scraeth gave a shrill shriek as its greenish blood flowed out. Gillem stabbed again, before rolling to the side as the creature collapsed. He returned to Olrien after making sure there were no more immediate threats. He wanted to help the others, but knew that this spell needed to go off to even the odds. He scanned the battlefield, hoping no one was hurt already. He saw Braius approaching a small group, no doubt embracing the rage of a berserker. While he may be able to ignore pain in that state, he hoped that he would still be careful. Continuing to scan, he saw Kho weaving between the Scraeth, his scarf moving gracefully behind him as he struck at the enemy. He seemed to make no unnecessary movements, striking and retreating, moving from one enemy to the next. Those two seemed to be the only ones who had directly engaged the enemy so far. He turned back to Olrien. "Is it almost done?" he asked the elf, catching his breath.

I'm kind of waiting for an opportunity to jump in on Murdoc's Rp. I don't think I want to get caught this early, but I would like to interact. It's also kind of hard for me to post in general until my laptop comes back. (Should be sometime this week hopefully) Also, Aervana group 2 does need to get going. Group 1 is doing fairly well, though.

Flux was drawn out of his thoughts by the sound of a question from Jon. "Ahmn, if we need to open the door, I have some experience with lockpicking" He paused. "As long as it's nothing electronic of course, but... Maybe Flux can cover that?" Honestly, he had been deep in thought and so he was a bit lost in the conversation, but Flux gave an answer anyway. "Well, I suppose I could probably handle most locks we come across. I've always had a knack for electronics." At least this would give him a purpose for being here. His customized Pokegear had a few tricks that could probably come in handy for such a thing. He gave a grin. "Between Sarcus and myself, I doubt many doors will stand in our way."

This reminded me of Dib and Gaz from Invader Zim.

Hmm. As far as being "caught", I'd like to wait a little longer before I decide on that. However, as Murdoc said was possible, I wouldn't mind following you around and helping out. It would basically be like being your Pokemon except with a bit more freedom. I just feel like it'll help me stay in character better due to a sort of "search" for his old trainer. If that works for you, then just go ahead and catch Murdoc's Togepi (Assuming it's in the same forest?) and I'll play off of that. Hopefully that made sense.

Gillem nodded. "A separation would be much appreciated. If we take them on in smaller numbers, they'll be much easier to deal with. You can count on my shield to cover you." He turned to the others. "While I cover Olrien, see if you can pick them off a few at a time. The sand kicked up will blind them just as much as us." He positioned himself next to the elf, ready to move at a moment's notice.

I've been thinking of starting a bestiary thread as a reference for the creatures we've come across so far. That way, on watches or other appropriate times, you could use creatures from it. I fell that it would be especially helpfull for Arkhidon to have a reference of what lives in each habitat. I'm still undecided about whether I'll include creatures we haven't come across yet, or if I'll just add them as we meet them. Good idea? Bad? Thoughts?

As Kho walked away, he thought about what the other Vanda had said. They seemed to have been raised under different circumstaces and beliefs, which admittedly, was not all that uncommon among a scattered nomadic people without so much as a single city to call their own. In the small group Kho had been raised with, shamans were almost a legend. The stories told of their abilities were no doubt stretched beyond reality, but those sorts of rumors usually stemmed from a truth. Koz was certaintly the opposite of himself from what he had seen. While Kho relied on his speed and skill with a blade in battles, along with minor use of his shortbow, Koz seemed to have been able to call the very creatures of Aervana themself to his aide. It made him wonder just what Koz was capable of. -------------------------------------- As Kho seemed to have finished his apology to Koz, Gillem decided it was time to move out. Their planned journey was purely a northward movement through the desert. It should not take them long, but they would need to be wary. In the desert, water was your lifeline. They could not afford to run out. Due to this, he had had to deviate a little from their route for stops at known oases so they could restock on supplies. There was also the matter of desert monsters, particularly sand surfers. They could strike without the slightest hint until it was too late. They were a rare species, but you still had to prepare for them. Then there were the rumors Gillem had heard back at the inn... but they seemed more like the superstitious tales of drunks than anything else. He looked around at the group, and he could see that they were all eager to get on their way. "Alright," he said with a grin, "Let's move out!" *************************** The sun was bearing down on Gillem, reflecting off his armor and forcing him to squint. They had been traveling for a few hours, with naught more than a few idle comments along the way. He supposed that was to be expected of a group that had only met the day before, save for Olrien and Eleriese. It would take a while for everyone to become comfortable with one another. Still, they were making good distance. Gillem opened his mouth to try to start a conversation when he saw an outline on the horizon. It was hard to notice at first, but appeared to be a black line moving on the horizon. Gillem raised a hand, signaling for everyone to stop. He looked over and saw that some of the others had noticed as well. Kho was gripping the hilt of his sword, not in the offhand way that Gillem had noticed him doing earlier, but rather in preparation to be drawn. As the line approached, Gillem could begin to make out the forms of what he was seeing. Scraeth. And it was a lot of them. The Scraeth's scorpion-esque bodies gleamed in the harsh sun. They were still a ways off, but for them to be visible from this far was a sure sign that the group was in for trouble. There was nowhere to hide in the middle of a desert, and there was no way they could outrun Scraeth, especially on sand. They had 8 legs, each with multiple points at the end to better grip the sand. They had two large pincers in the front, a barbed and venomous stinger in back, and hard armored bodies that were quite difficult to pierce. As he got a closer look, Gillem's blood chilled. Rounding up the back of the group were two excessively large Scraeth, with not one, but two barbed stingers ending in a spear-like point. That alone meant they were Grand Scraeth. Grand Scraeth were much more vicious, with larger pincers and tougher armor. There seemed to be around twenty scraeth total. Gillem turned to the group. "As I'm sure you can tell, we seem to have quite the battle ahead of us. These are scraeth. They move quickly, but turn slowly. Thus, it is best to use hit and run tactics on them." He took a breath. "I have never encountered a group even a fourth of this size together, and to be honest, I'm not sure that we can get out of this unscathed. However, as leader and warrior, you can trust that my shield will be in the way before any of you lay down your life." Gillem turned to his thoughts again. This was definitely unusual. Scraeth did not travel in large groups; they usually only moved in pairs, sometimes groups of 3-4. The scraeth were approaching. Gillem drew his sword and unhooked his shield from his belt. "Draws your weapons and prepare for battle."

Well, that still feels like cheating, but I guess I will anyway. My type results limited me to 2 evolution lines anyway, and Cyndaquil is in my primary type. Name: Blaze Species: Cyndaquil Gender: Male Appearance: A normal Cyndaquil except for an unusual red marking on his forehead. He wears an Everstone laced armband engraved with his name around his front left leg as a memento of his trainer. Background: A happy, and playful Pokemon, Blaze loved his trainer. They had met on the day his trainer's journey began, and Blaze had been his first Pokemon. They hadn't battled many other Pokemon, but his trainer did put him through some mild training to keep him in shape. They lived together for a few years, growing more and more comfortable with each other, slowly becoming an inseparable team. His trainer had given him the armband he wears to celebrate Blaze's "Birthday," the day they had begun their journey. It was laced with Everstone, to help Blaze learn moves more quickly during training. Blaze hadn't minded. Evolving had always seemed strange and fearful to him, and he was happy the way he was. Those days were the best days of his life. But they were about to come to an end. One day, his trainer had left to buy supplies. He was only going a short ways, so he left Blaze home, outside of his Pokeball. Blaze could still remember the smile and wave his trainer gave him as he walked out the door. He never came back. Unbeknownst to Blaze, the was the day of the Shift. Blaze waited for weeks, wondering where his trainer could be. Eventually, he was forced to leave in order to find food and stay alive. The world he walked out to was not the same as the one he remembered. The sky was dark, and the was a great rift splitting the earth as far as he could see, lava spewing over the sides. He ran to the forests in fear, but things weren't the same as he remembered. The routes he had walked with his trainer twisted and turned in unfamiliar ways, and soon he became lost. Over time, that forest became his home. He lived in hiding, fearful of both trainers and larger Pokemon that roamed the forest. He spends his days wondering whether his trainer left him or simply disappeared. Somewhere deep down, he hopes to be reunited with him some day.