Our old universe has
fallen into impossible chaos and destruction, but the Legendaries will save us; are saving us; have saved us. Soon many lives and memories will fill this new world, and give it purpose.


As Terrene leaves behind
the long, dark nights, their minds turn to friendship and romance at the second annual speed dating! And don't miss out on the clover hunt or the poetry season. Our plot event, alpha & omega, is drawing closer to its end, but is still going strong for now.


Spring will be here until
June. The rainy season begins in the tropical areas; the rest of Terrene begins to thaw and warm, shaking the chill of winter and creeping toward the heat of summer. Fairy and grass types relish in the season of rebirth and renewal!







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May 15 2018, 12:03 AM
Background: A tale/legend that promises glory and riches to those who can slay a mysterious beast. It's a poem that motivates the trainers of Terrene to explore the world and grow stronger... while reminding them of the mysterious, powerful creatures that are the Dragons.


Far, far away, in the highest cliffs,
Or below the vast sea's drifts,
Or perhaps hidden within the meadows of green...
Either way, it is a place most serene.
Here, no human voice will sound,
No living soul can be seen around.

But the silence breaks
as the creature wakes.

Crashing, thrashing, roaring.
The wind howls as its wings flap.
Hurricanes, earthquakes, fires.
It walks and trees break in half.
Nothing dares stand in its path.

All others have gone.
Left the beast all alone.
In solitude, it sleeps,
Enraged, it weeps.
Any fool that comes close
will die to the fire the beast blows.
Or between the jaws so fierce
Or perhaps from the claws that pierce.

But sleep tight at night,
In the bed you're safe.
The dragon won't move.

It waits.
It guards.
It won't let you pass.
It sits and stares
at the sky it once soared.
Or at the ocean it adored.
Or down at the woods.
It sits and guards the goods.

A tale of old
speaks of a chest of gold.
Or a magic sword.
Either way, some kind of an award
awaits the brave fool
that visits the land where dragons rule.

Will you dare
visit the beast's lair?
Will you find riches and glory
and live to tell the story?
So grab your Pokémon, grab your blade,
If you can fight, don't be afraid.
May 7 2018, 04:34 PM
NOTES: So this poem is obviously about immigrants and their struggle in general: arriving in an unknown place with no memories and lots of questions, not knowing where to go and losing all sense of identity. Regardless, it is not necessarily sad. When sung, it could be either cheerful and upbeat, making it look like a goofy, optimistic approach to an immigrant's life, or it could be played with a slow and melancholic melody.

Most immigrants would be able to relate to this, so I imagine it's something people sing or recite to each other for comfort.

What name did they give me at birth?
For how long have I walked the earth?
What family was left behind?
Was I evil or was I kind?
Am I glad to start life anew?
Or sorry to lose all I knew?

I was as helpless as a child,
When I ventured into the wild
With a Pokémon by my side.
It had innocence in its eyes.
Others had a home to defend,
And they were stronger than my friend.
Stubbornly and bravely, it fought.
But in the end, they chased us out.

So I was feeling pretty down,
Until I found a human town.
But even among my own kind
I failed to find my peace of mind.
When they asked my name.
I just lowered my head in shame.
They smiled and hurried to explain
Not only I had
memories I failed to retain
And they said it was all okay
and gave me a place I could stay.

But how did I end up in this vast land?
Was my homeland just as grand?
Did I have a loved one?
Maybe a daughter or a son?
What did I do to afford food?
What did my hobbies include?

But no matter what I do
No matter where I look,
I can't find the answers I seek.
Does giving up make me weak?
Everyone has moved on.
Every day comes a new dawn.
Whatever my old life was, it's gone.

To start again,
To be a new man.
A chance so great,
given by fate.
No matter who I used to be
A better man the world will see.
May 4 2018, 10:25 PM
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Jillian was doing her best to hide the fact that she was looking forward to having some work assigned to her. Ever since she arrived in Terrene, she had been doing small tasks that didn't require any effort and could be done by anyone, such as deliveries or cleaning. She had yet to form much of an attachment to this Crater city, but she also felt like she was meant for greater things than making beds.

<p>If there was any excitement visible on her usually serious face this morning, it all disappeared when her supervisor told her what her task for the day would be. Working at a farm. She was expecting research, studies, hunting, training... And she got farm work. With arms crossed on her chest, she gave an eye roll. "I'll just go and be over with this, then. Which way?"

<p>From what little she remembered about farming, she associated it with hard physical labor. Perhaps it could be a form of training for her Pokémon. She walked along the city's streets toward the farm, with three of her Pokémon resting inside their pokeballs and her Pachirisu sitting on her shoulder. The two usually had a mutual respect for each other's privacy, but as Jillian was taking unusually quick steps, huffing with frustration occasionally, Primrose tilted her head to the side with curiosity.

<p>"What has you so worked up, human?" she asked uncertainly, though she doubted the human would understand her at all.

<p>"You won't like this, Primrose. Then again, I don't think you like a lot of things," Jillian responded to the questioning tone by stating her unrelated thoughts. She was expecting the others to have a blast competing over who digs a bigger hole, but Primrose was always so... Quiet and reserved. It made her wonder why, but it wasn't like the Pachirisu could explain her behavior. Besides, having a calm companion was ideal to her.

<p>As they arrived at the farm, Jillian stopped, taking a moment to adjust her hair and the brown trench coat she was wearing. She supposed it was going to only get dirty here, but it wasn't like she had much of a choice when it came to outfits.

<p>She walked up to the first person she saw, scanning them with her confident eyes while keeping an emotionless expression. "I'm a worker here to help with the farm. I don't know if you've been expecting me, but since I'm here, I'll make myself useful."

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May 4 2018, 06:55 PM
(For timeline reasons, I decided that I should explain how in the world Azurill hadn't starved inside her pokeball yet. So here goes a dev to finish Azurill's anti-loyalty topics annnd some foraging training later. Technically it takes place in winter.)

After Sonia and Victor came back to Ashfield from their trip to the Crying Plateau, the woman felt like she had a lot to do. There was this person far in the mountains who needed help gathering metal in tunnels, as well as a winter festival, similar to the one that took place in Ashfield when she first arrived in Terrene... The city had plenty to offer, as well. She missed being around other human beings. It made her feel protected, even from a certain evil that she held within a pokéball...

She didn't really think of the blue mouse as an evil, of course. All of the attempts at interacting Azurill ended with the Pokémon attempting to kill her, but Sonia was patient and understanding. The mouse probably had reasons to hate her. The trainer was hoping to stick with the plan of releasing Azurill back into Crying Plateau, but she wasn't ready to go back... And Azurill was too busy trying to hurt her to even attempt escaping. It was probably too far for the small Pokémon to make it back, too.

Therefore, Sonia decided that Azurill would have to stay with her for a while. She didn't like the idea of the murderous Pokémon remaining in her care, but she felt responsible for Azurill regardless... And she had to eat sometime.

Sonia found a quiet, spacious street. The other four of her Pokémon all lined up in front of her, cautiously eyeing the pokeball in her hand with stern expressions. So far, Azurill hadn't exactly made the best impression on any of them. If anything, they feared for the safety of their group. Kaname especially had a doubtful frown on his face. He would be fine with Sonia just throwing that pokeball away, so that she could be safe, but he chose to silently respect the trainer's wishes.

"Okay. Phew... Breath in, breath out. It can't be that bad, right?" She directed the question at her Pokémon, but she was really trying to convince herself as well. Sonia took another deep breath and tossed the pokeball against the ground, releasing Azurill.

The mouse looked around, her expression shifting into more and more terror with each millisecond as she saw the strangest surroundings: wooden structures lined up around them, going as far as one could see... Somewhere in the distance she saw more filthy humans... And as she turned around, she found a human that she was familiar with and yet despised with equal passion.

"You again! Why won't you just leave me in that prison? It's better than looking at your filthy human face!" Azurill hissed her insults at Sonia, masking her fear with the furious tone. Her heart was pounding. She knew this human was weak and fragile, but it looked like she had been brought into a human settlement. It was sickening and terrifying both at once. She would be outnumbered here...

Sonia ignored the threatening high-pitched sounds that she had been expecting and focused on what she had planned: she reached into her bag to take out some Pokémon food she had bought earlier. She had figured berries would be the best bet, as this was probably what Azurill was used to. The woman took one berry after another and gently tossed them toward the Pokémon: starting with Bebe, Tiro and Ares, then she rolled one on the ground in Azurill's general direction, and finally for the most patient one of them, Kaname.

Azurill frowned at the berry. The scent was certainly familiar and the way the fruit was offered made it look like... a gift? She looked up at the other Pokémon, who were already chewing on their berries, seemingly concentrating on them fully as they pretended not to be intrigued by Azurill's reaction. The round mouse pouted, giving them an accusing glare. That filthy human was trying to poison her and they were all working with her. Did they really think she would be so stupid and take something from a human?!

"There is no way I would fall for your tricks, human! I would sooner die of starvation!" Azurill yelled, ignoring the quiet growling of her belly. "But first, I will kill you!"

Her mouse opened and immediately released a beam of bubbles, aiming forward at the human. Sonia stepped backward, startled, even though she had considered that her attempts at making peace could backfire. Kaname, however, was ready for this to happen: he left his berry behind and jumped forward, placing himself between Sonia and Azurill, taking the attack himself with a straight expression.

"Kaname!" Sonia gasped with gratitude as the Bubblebeam ceased and the Sylveon took a step toward Azurill.

"Quit being stubborn and accept Sonia's kindness!" he meowed in his trainer's defense, but the only answer that came was Azurill being turned into a red light and absorbed back into her pokeball. It was obviously Sonia's doing, but Kaname still scoffed victoriously before turning back to her.

The woman gave a troubled sigh. "Thank you, Kaname. I'm sorry it didn't work out."

Her Pokémon were silent, noting the sadness in her voice. The thought that letting the Azurill die of starvation wasn't so bad after all crossed their minds... With the exception of Bebe, whose ears dropped mournfully as she worried that it would really come to this. The Rattata looked up at Sonia pleadingly.

"Don't worry, Bebe. We're going to try something else," Sonia crouched to pet the little one with a comforting grin.
Apr 27 2018, 10:41 PM
As spring was in full bloom in Terrene, the western part of the Great Forest was in rainy season. This meant that the forest was especially humid, giving Sonia the perfect opportunity to observe the wildlife. She never strayed too far, but she still searched for places of beauty in the outskirts of the forest, whenever she was bored of observing plants come to life in the city. Her Pokémon could use the exercise, too.

During this stroll, Sonia made an exception and kept Kaname and Bebe in their pokéballs. Not because she didn't absolutely love their company, of course: she was trying to give more attention to the other two. Ares had been less distant in the past few days, though he still mostly kept to himself. Meanwhile Tiro still lived a quiet life on Sonia's shoulder, where he managed to avoid most danger - simply because said danger couldn't see him below the woman's curtain of hair. There was also Azurill, Sonia remembered as an after thought, but perhaps that one wouldn't enjoy strolls in the forest as much as the others do. Certainly not in Sonia's company.

The trainer was skipping energetically through the forest, stopping every now and then to take a closer look at an unusual flower or bask in the rare sunlight that made it past the thick leaves of the trees. Her Ekans was following her, slowly and carefully slithering between various obstacles found on the forest's ground.

"Another beautiful day, isn't it?" she called out to the snake cheerfully, not acting particularly mindful of the surroundings. "And it's not raining for once. So far so good, right?"
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