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Aug 13 2018, 10:26 AM
[the handwriting is shaky and along the ages of the cloth there are ink blotches and the occasional tear]

Entry 43

Holy shit, you would never believe what happened on the mountain while we were there. The entire memory of the event is crystal clear and my body is still thrumming from the fright that we were given. You want a story of danger and near death? Well, listen to this.

Yesterday morning, we woke up to what we thought would be a gorgeous day. The sun over the rocks cast a strange reddish glow over the sky and lit the clouds on fire. It was a breathtaking sight, and possibly the most beautiful thing we had ever seen. The researcher coming with us was scribbling on the cloth like a madman, like he had been doing every morning. The others, me included, were given a collection of blank cloth to write our reports on before we left.

Let me just say that this entry is probably the most important out of all of them, and everyone is giving their own account of what happened.
[there appears to be something started here, but there is a big score across the paper]

Going up the side of the mountain was tough, definitely. Every step we took hurt our feet, but our curiosity and the mission we were given was something to keep us going. Some of the workers complained multiple times about the scorching heat and the scars on their feet, but they pulled through. Some of them had even left to go back at that point.

The mission? To attempt to get to the top of the mountain we see everyday. Our village leader has wanted to know what was on the other side, to see if we can push our caravan even further and establish long-range communication. Seriously though, this was some crazy shit we saw. It literally scared the piss out of us. You would pee your pants, too, if you experienced it.


[there seems to be a large ink blot here and something scribbled out, along with a small line of splotches, as if the writer didn’t know what to write]

There is literally no words to describe what happened. It was a rocky climb towards the top of the bloody mountain, and all the way down the side we came up there are multiple camps where we had to stop for the day. Climbing all this way up here probably took a good day. There were a lot of scrapes and scratches, but considering the view when we got to the top? Absolutely worth the pain.

Then we settled down to make camp and set up shifts for guarding our stuff during the night. All of us were exhausted and in pain, aching from where we slept the night before. Some of us were using long sticks as crutches, as there were a few sprained ankles among the group. After our meal of Pidgey legs and wings, we practically collapsed on the spot.

It was quiet for awhile. I don’t mean the quiet you have in Ashfield, where there are birds and bugs making all the noise. It was so quiet, it was stifling. Not even a peep out of the local wildlife. It should have told us something was amiss in the area, but our tired minds didn’t even comprehend we should have left the moment we stepped onto the peak of the mountain.

Nothing really happened until Joseph took over for his shift and I settled down to sleep after my shift. Then all of a sudden a completely massive roar shook the ground beneath us. For a split second I thought the mountain was going to crumble to pieces beneath our feet and crush us in the aftermath.

[the writing gets shakier and there are more dark blotches]

Joseph was screaming at the top of his lungs “HOLY FUCKING SHIT THERE’S SOMETHING HERE!” No shit, Shelldos. At the time I didn’t know what was going on, just that I was fighting the immense urge to flee. Not to mention my heart was racing. The roar had scared us all into being awake. We all stared at each other, our faces pale under the light of the moon.

Had we imagined the sound? Then I thought, well shit. We should have taken inventory and took a look around the our campsite before we slept. Then we would have known there was something going to happen. This is something I never want to fucking go through again, so when I get back to the city I’m going to demand to be taken off of active exploration duties. I don’t care what Beta says or if he even brands me, I’m not going through this hell again.

Back to my recount of events.


[a couple of large blotches and some small stains]

There was another earth-shattering roar, even closer to us than the first one. This one made me jump up and abandon my tent, walking around and feeling nervous. My companion Boldore was pacing nervously, Skitty wailing at the top of her lungs and generally causing my hair to stand on end. Every single nerve was alight with fire, adrenaline whooshing through me. No one was really speaking, just trying to figure out where the roar was coming from.

May I just say, that we were extremely stupid. Idiotic even. Humanity has something coming from if they don’t have a lick of common sense to look UP. It was around this point that I walked into something solid, where there shouldn’t be anything from where we sat earlier to eat. There was a moment where I froze, time seemingly coming to a standpoint as I realized what I bumped into.

It was a large rock that was the size of ME. And connected to a series of rocks that progressively got bigger as I looked even further upwards. My breath caught in my throat, my heart pulsing furiously in my head as I stared at the enormous being in front of me. It was a dark gray creature, whose size couldn’t really be determined.

Remember the researcher that had come with us? Everything was completely silent as I stared up into the creature’s glowing white eyes. Then it was broken by the metallic voice of, “Onix, the Rock Snake Pokémon. It tunnels through the ground which shakes when it raises its thunderous roar. It can move the ground at fifty miles per hour.” There was a faint rumbling sound, then it opened it’s jaws and let loose the most terrifying roar it had yet.

It was angry, hungry, and probably didn’t fit in its cave anymore. From the view I was looking at it, the Onix had to be at least 35 feet tall. That was when we scattered. I whirled around and scooped up Skitty in my arms, whose fur was standing on end. Boldore was scuttling rapidly towards the edge of the mountain, where he basically disappeared.

I haven’t seen him since. Rest in peace, Boldore.

Anyways. We all ran off in different directions. Some of us ran back the way we came, some went into further unknown territory, some disappeared into the cave… well I immediately found myself sliding down the mountain towards where the thick forest was. There had to be people in there SOMEWHERE.

It was this petrifying terror that kept me running long into the night. Where several of the people had probably been eaten by the huge creature, I was long gone before it could chase me. I couldn’t imagine the soul-deep fear that they went through from being eaten. Actually, I could. Because I thought I was going to get swallowed whole.

Now, I’m sitting in Dentelle’s lab and huddling under a blanket. Skitty is practically wrapped around me, shivering with wide eyes and not even making a peep. Nice lady. She’s letting me stay the night here. Maybe I’ll settle here in Ashfield and never go back up to that peak. Honestly, I never want to go through that again.

It was terrifying. The scientists here at the labs are beyond excited at the knowledge of a Pokemon living at the peak of the mountain. Me? Not so much. Not when you came face to face with said Pokemon and lived to tell the tale. If there is one lesson learned from this, it is to always run from stronger and more terrifying creatures. They want to eat you and rip you apart. It will most definitely not be a friendly, huggable Teddiursa.

Suffice to say, I’m not going in that direction anytime soon. I’ve been traumatized enough, thanks. In a couple of days, Dentelle will be sending me off again with a few of the locals towards Crater. They’ll come live in the city and work for Beta, since that’s where they’ve been going. Admittedly, being pressured for details on my experience was a work of art as well.

I’ve told them all as I could and I’m praying to Arceus everyday that I don’t have to be eaten by Onix. I probably have a legit fear of them now. We need a name for that bloody mountain.

Onix Peak certainly has a ring to it. -Kieran Blake [Skitty, too]
Aug 12 2018, 09:12 PM
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With her barely shoulder-length mass of bright red curls, Billie is a splash of color in Ashfield city. Instead of tanning, she burns a bright cherry red whenever she's made to go out towards Forest Beach. Her skin darkens a bit, but it turns back to it's fair shade back under the towering branches of the Western Great Forest. She's covered in heavy freckles from forehead to toe, dotting on her arms and legs sparsely before collecting up near her shoulders and arching up her face. It's rather long, angling oddly. The most striking feature aside from her hair and freckles is the bright green eyes framed by long lashes and thick eyebrows.
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She's lived in Ashfield for five years, ever since she came through the Portal as an immigrant. She's not exactly a native, but she knows the area pretty well. She owns the stall that she runs, collecting the money and using it to try to get farther out from Ashfield. While she knows it will be a long time before she can travel, Billie is determined to make her spot in Terrene. Billie doesn't care much for politics, or anything really. However, she does like to help people out.
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She does have a rather impressive temper if you can set her off. Just take a moment to look at her house, insult it, bare your teeth at her Murkrow, and make an off-hand comment about her dead brother. Either that or try to grope her. Then you'll get an extremely irate woman who will smack some sense silly into you.
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Aug 12 2018, 08:52 PM
Dark eyes followed the pacing form of the woman in the front room, her arms and hands waving about as she ranted about the latest customer. Apparently, while he was out back getting sweaty and in the dirt, Billie had gotten in an argument with someone rather new to Ashfield. The man didn't even have the coin to afford the berries that she sold. Instead, he had tried to convince her to give them all to him for free. She hadn't fallen for it, especially since he tried to get his hands on her.

Flicking his stare towards the pale green form by their feet, the grass type and human duo rolled their eyes in sync before turning their attention back towards the ranting Billie. The red-head had one hand on her waist, hip cocked dramatically and her arm waving about like a madman. "Well, he could have at least gone about it politely?!" Green eyes flashed around with killing intent, practically blowing steam through her nose.

Ariel shrank into the chair, biting into his lower lip and casually tapping his foot against the floor. Maybe she wouldn't notice that he was slowly trying to get out of the house- He froze in mid tap, his hand half-way outstretched towards the old backpack he had been given. It felt like he was a piece of prey about to be pounced on, frozen by fear and just knowing that he was the next target.

"And you!" the dreaded words ripped from her throat in a growl like an angry Houndour, the red eyes of her Murkrow glaring at him from his perch atop the chair opposite him. Ariel flinched backwards reflexively at the sound, Lils scuttling underneath the table with a slight squeal. "You're always huddled inside of your room, doing Arceus damned knows what and poor Lils holed up in her Pokeball! You know she needs sunlight! She's going to fucking wilt if you don't let her out everyday for long periods of time!" she ranted furiously, stalking towards him with her eyes sparking like green wildfire. "Do you want her to die?" Billie hissed irately, her voice lowering to a whisper as she jabbed him in the nose.

"No," Ariel squeaked out, looking terrified as he stared her right in the eyes. The terrifying red-head scrutinized him from her current position mere millimeters from his nose, irritation still glittering in her bright eyes. Underneath the table, there was a ferocious warcry as Lils lunged for the Murkrow's talons, the grass-type performing the beginnings of what looked like some absorption. Billie merely raised an eye at him, and Ariel shot off like a rocket, scooping Lils up in his arms and earning a furious squall.

"YOU ASSHOLE LET ME GO, THAT FLYING RAT INSULTED ME!" The Murkrow in question merely let out a low cackle of mirth from inside the house, smugly perching on the window sill and waving mockingly at the fleeing black man and the seething Petilil in his arms.

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ariel - #e39e54
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billie - #008080
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Once, Wyatt had the bright red hair that was signature to his family from the Suffering Universe. He was a part of the first waves of immigrants to Terrene, not necessarily the first, second, third, or fourth. More likely to be 26. For awhile, he studied science in Dentelle's labs. However, he was more of the sort to go off for days at a time and not come back until he was practically covered in dirt.
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It was a miracle he didn't die, because even at 23, he was a scrawny little shit. Constantly talked back and gave the older people sass. He and his starter Pokemon literally hated everything. Wyatt would complain about anything and everything, bashing on the trees, heat, houses, even the bloody rocks.
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Wyatt has a long, narrow face with low cheekbones and wide spaced pale gray eyes. It's framed by a shock of white hair, which had progressively whiter throughout the years due to stress, age, and trauma. He's tall and bony, with a quiet voice. Wyatt is the kind of person to backstab others, and has a part in the black market in Ashfield. Where he silently eggs on the female Ariel's gang, he also takes part in harvesting parts from various grass and poison types around the area.<p>

He's regarded with some suspicion and irritation by the citizens of Ashfield, but for the incoming citizens? They know nothing about him.
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Jul 26 2018, 04:00 AM
Umm, could I suggest a quest suggestion for Ashfield?

You wouldn't have to take it, I got the idea writing the first dev for Ariel.

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GRASS RESCUE SQUAD/HELP WANTED: MEDICAL RESEARCH

Wyatt, an NPC I'm creating, is a self-proclaimed doctor/scientist. He likes to take data from other scientists and claim it as his. Recently, he's begun poaching from the local grass-type population in order to revolutionize his latest 'breakthrough.' So far, he's stolen two baby Petilils, three adolescent Turtwigs, and a small Bulbasaur adolescent. It will be up to the character how to rescue the children and get them back to the wild.

OR

Recently, Wyatt has been asking for help around the city. He claims he's made a breakthrough in grass-type medicine, but he needs someone else's help to officially make this claim among the scientists in the community, who think he's a thieving, murdering prat. According to rumors, he's been looking for someone to catch a Turtwig or Bulbasaur, or even better, a Petilil. Those who can get to him the Pokemon will get a reward.

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It will be up to the staff, of course, if they want to implement it. Just a suggestion?
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