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Walking down the too familiar dirt paths that weaved through the chaotic city, the woman huffed as she looked for the house she'd been directed to go to. Why should she help? Apparently her previous help with the wishiwashi and her participation in a few of the events marked her as someone who was 'friendly'. She didn't get it, and the label rubbed her the wrong way. She supposed being seen as friendly wasn't a terrible thing, but it didn't make any sense to her. But the old lady she'd helped months ago, who'd gotten tangled in the woods, had roped her into this. And she begrudgingly accepted - only because the woman twisted her words!

<p>Still, despite her grumblings, there was a small light the flickered in her body at the idea of people actually appreciating things she'd done in the past. Leona was certainly not the type of person to go out of her way to help others very often, but she generally didn't leave someone who needed help right in front of her. That would feel more wrong than actually helping would. So here she was. Apparently her hunting habits were useful for the task ahead, but she'd only gotten the bare details and was given much more vibrant information on where to go to help the teen who needed assistance.

<p>Jolteon was padding next to her, their pace much quicker than those around. It wasn't something she did consciously, but she'd learned quickly that moving fast and quiet was better. So naturally, her pace quickened without her realization, but she was more keenly aware as she passed people around her heading to her destination. Soon enough, the small, humble house came into view. In it's origination, it was likely the cozy home looked very nice. But as the woman approached, it was clear that age had worn down the appearance of this building. The color was stripped from winds, rain, and other normal wear, and the boards, while sturdy, looked like they'd suffered more than their fair share of damage. There were two holes, one on the front and one on the side facing into the city, that could have functioned as windows - however, as it was, there were a couple boards across each one, crooked and badly hammered over the openings, leaving only slits.

<p>As she got closer with the fox at her side, she noticed the beady eyes flash in the slit of the front window - followed by a few clumsy thumps. Her eyebrow quirked, but she didn't react otherwise as she slowed her pace, approaching the door. There weas no patio or steps in front of the house, as it was just literally built on the ground. Stopping, the woman looked the building up and down once more, remembering the description she'd been giving. She followed the directions to a T - and there had been a lot of them - but this place didn't exactly look as nice as the elderly woman had mentioned. Maybe the woman's eyes were going bad, cause her sight was perfect.

<p>Sparing a hesitant glance at the fox, and then at the path behind her, she sighed and brought up a hand to rap on the door. The knocks weren't extremely loud, but certainly not gentle by anyone's standards. From the other side she heard the choked shriek of a girl followed by another flurry of hurried steps away from the door. She rolled her eyes and waited, realizing this was her last chance to turn around and reject helping out the teen. Clearly she didn't want help if she was too scared to even so much as answer the door. Her foot started tapping impatiently as she waited a couple minutes for the door to be answered, the more subtle noise not seeming to further alert the people inside.

<p>Eventually, the door started to creak open, the expression on Leona's face certainly one of annoyance. The teen, guessed from the youth in her features, peeked through a small sliver opening in the door. She pushed the door shut for a couple more moments at seeing the visitor's expression, but then apparently realized that she wasn't here to hurt her and creaked it open just a bit again. "H-hello? Can I h-help you?" She stumbled over basic words, which just added to Leo's annoyance, but she shoved it down. Clearly this girl needed a lot of help. More than she could provide, but this one task shouldn't be too troublesome.

<p>"I was told you needed help tracking down a lost pokemon." The kept her sentence short and concise, not even sure yet this was the teen she was looking for. Though the mystery didn't last long as the girl threw the door open and thrust her arms at Leona as if to hug or drape herself on her. The woman deftly yet barely stepped out of the way of the embrace, leaving the girl sobbing and hugging herself just in the doorway. As if suddenly realizing outside the door was... well, outside, the girl stumbled back into the house, but left the door open as she half turned to the hunter to speak through her gross tears.

<p>"Yes, my dearest Neptune has gone missing! He wandered out of the house, much as it's just so dangerous out there, and I think I saw him heading towards the forest. I always tell him how dangerous the world is, and to never go near the forest, but something must have happened to cause him to go there. And now he's probably lost and alone and crying and..." Her words strarted to become a bit uncomprehensible as her tears and fears started to sync up and make her even more hysterical. What a bother talking to this girl was. So weak and emotional.

<p>The teen took a couple moments and seemed to mostly collect herself, getting to a state where she could speak once more and be better understood. "Please, can't you go check and find him? I don't have any other pokemon and he's never been to the forest before. He's defenseless and I'm defenseless and I need him home right now! Who knows what will happen if he doesn't return quickly? I have nothing else to protect me and I need him to rely on when no one else, not even my family, will care or help me in need! Please go get him!"

<p>Leona was already over this scared brat.

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Of all the oddities that seemed to take place during the new season, the one they called 'Winter', the fluffy white stuff on the ground was certainly the strangest. It was stupidly cold, which she hated, and was literally water apparently as well. Which meant that everything was wet, even as it froze and created ice on her boots and clothes. The idea of it alone aggravated her, not to mention this season meant all the trees and flora was basically dead. At least, in the areas affected by the weather more than others. The rainforest was much warmer by nature, and resisted the effects.

<p>Guess that place had at least one positive trait.

<p>But, despite her negative feelings on the weird fluffy snow that decorated this part of the world, she and Jolteon were finding some fun out of the stuff. Even now, she sat peacefully staring away from where the pokemon was, but keeping her watch on her through peripheral vision. The jolteon was covered in snow, to the point that she looked like a snow sculpture. They'd done this a couple other times today, and it yielded pretty hilarious results. All they needed to do now was wait for an unsuspecting victim to come by.

<p>Soon enough, a child was walking up to admire the sculpture that looked similar to the pokemon. She ogled the pokemon for a second, before the jolteon leaped from the snow, a couple inches towards her. She screamed and ran away, leaving the fox snickering and Leona actually laughing. To those who had known her, this would certainly be quite the rare sight to see. But she couldn't help it - she was actually having fun pranking people with the snow. She had never, in the span that her memory lasted, laughed like this before. Or at all, really. Of course, she was a little distracted to think on that much, heading over to the jolteon to reset.

<p>"You got her good. Let's get you prepped for another, shall we?" Leo smiled as the fox's breathy laughter continued, as she moved back into the spot her prints had dug deep into. The woman started to take the disturbed snow lying on the ground around her and piling it on the electric-type's fur once more. She continued in silence with a consistent grin on her face, wondering who their next victim would be. It took quite some time to get the snow sculpture facade perfect, but she wanted it to be perfect and completely believable. Once she was done, she stood and admired her work once more, walking a little away and taking a seat to watch again once more, giddy about whoever would fall for their trap next.

<p>As she did so, she'd stumble as something buried in the snow caught her foot. She managed to keep her balance, giving a mumbled string of profanity as she collected herself, and turned to look. With the snow moved, she noticed there was something red sitting there, that had been completely covered by the snow before. She squatted by it and picked it up, dusting off the extra snow to look at it. It was wrapped in red cloth, and she set to unraveling the present to see what was inside. The wrapping was... oddly sticky.

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UNNAMED
<Br>Paras - Male
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Walking down the crudely worn street, the many footprints from humans and pokemon walking up and down on a regular basis, the woman was lost in thought as she moved. Arshia had, of course, heard all the talk about strange gifts that had been left in hidden spots, that the citizens were finding around town. And some apparent sightings of a red and white bird flying and running around, who was supposedly leaving the gifts. It seemed odd that a pokemon would be getting its hands on human items and gifts, only to be leaving them around in wrapped packages for others to stumble upon and be treated by.

<p>She needed to study further into this, and collect more information if possible. Ideally, she would find one of these gifts on her own. Then, maybe she could get a clue as to who actually left it, and how to track them down to determine the true purpose of these odd offerings to the people of this village. These humans were not in any way, shape, or form kind to those pokemon living outside the village in the desert, nor were those pokemon friendly to even so much as the presence of a human nearby. So the idea that one was trying to be generous to them seemed unrealistic. But then, none of these villagers would be so generous either.

<p>So that left a large mystery. In her ever growing pursuit of knowledge, Arshia was somewhat excited about the research into this strange phenomenon occuring. The collection of information and trying to track down research samples was very intriguing to her, and kept her pushing forward as she pressed on in her search. Though, on the outside, she still seemed the same steel expression that many around the village had to come to know as 'Gem', the native villager born and raised in Forest Beach. Of course, she'd never actually been there herself, but talks with traders extracting information had given her enough information to put together her story. And almost none in Oasis had ever been further than Ashfield, so it was a good cover to avoid them finding out she was an immigrant.

<p>She started her search pretty early in the day, though had stopped many times in an effort to talk to others who may or may not have discovered their owns gifts. Before today, she'd already started investigating claims of the pokemon that had been seen scurrying around the village here and there, but no one had been able to truly discern what pokemon it was or be able to catch it in the act, which meant she had no solid proof of what it was really. Of course, the inquisitive woman was happy to put in the effort in order to find such proof herself. After all, others could only be trusted so much. If she wanted the job done right, she would need to do it herself.

<p>Spotting around a corner, she noticed something nestled near a pile of firewood, in a dirty color that almost matched the sands it was half covered in. It seemed her work was paying off. It looked well padded, whatever the object was, and medium sized. She quickly moved up to it, and dusted some of the sand off of it. She felt the thickness of the wrapping around whatever was inside, determining that it was simply a blanket. Though, because it had been out in the sand, it was quite dirty, but the fabric used was undeniable. She carefully set to unwrapping the object, to see what this specific gift was that had been left.

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[Development purpose: Loyalty with Barry, Foraging skill, and Delibird gift! This thread takes place in early Winter.]

<p>"Alright Barry, let's find some great berries!" The dark-skinned woman spoke cheerfully as she looked down at the Cherubi, who was happy to be on another berry finding trip. It was starting to get colder outside as they started into the winter season, so she wanted to get as much berry-picking in as she could - before it would get too cold to make any excursions too far into the forest. While it didn't get too cold in the forest compared to areas, this was all she knew. So it was still very cold to her, for now.

<p>Standing next to the grass type was the other, the thin twiggy pokemon with a large yellow bell-shaped head, who was joining them for the first time. "We've gotta show Bri how it's done, don't we?" Her smile widened, the cherubi exclaiming in glee, wiggling his round body as he did so. The bellsprout seemed to be ready as well, already starting to walk towards the bushes. "Now both of you stay close! We aren't going too far in, but even just the edge of the forest can be trouble if we aren't careful. We don't want to draw any unwanted attention to ourselves if we can help it."

<p>She got the feeling lately that Barry had been feeling pretty left out of things. She tried to include him whenever she could, but she just got the feeling that he felt like he should be doing more. He always seemed to be rushing to try and do things to help out, but unfortunately his lack of limbs and limited moveset meant he couldn't actually help out too much. While he could certainly babysit when needed, there were many tasks the others could help with. And with Seb starting to evolve, it just added to the distress he was feeling.

<p>So, this day was especially important. Berry picking was always their activity - especially because it had been how the two of them originally met! She wanted to spend some quality time with him, but also wanted to see if maybe the two pokemon could bond more as well. If Barry had someone else to lean on a bit more when Shae was busy tended to the others or doing something entirely different then hopefully it would lift his spirits a bit more. The last thing she wanted was for him to feel bad or useless. She loved all of her pokemon equally, and wanted to ensure they always lived happy lives.

<p>She walked along the forest's edge, the two pokemon at her side. There was a bush up ahead with a few big berries to investigate. Increasing her pace a bit in anticipation, the grass-types pushed to keep up, having to catch up when she stopped at the bush up ahead. Shae placed a hand on the berry, gently squeezing to check whether it was ripe or not. The first two didn't quite have the feel she was looking for, but the third was good. She plucked it from the bush and sat on her feet, placing it on the ground for the two of them to look at. "Well, what do you two think?"

<p>As they moved up to investigate the berry, the woman's attention was pulled to something. Amongst the green leaves of the full berry bush, a few other colors dotting it with the berries, there was something out of place. She lowered her body a bit more in order to get a better look at it, and found what looked like wood. But it's edges were too well-placed and carved for it to be natural. Deciding to investigate, she carefully put her arms in under the bush, needing to readjust her body slightly to get the proper angle. She placed her hands on either side of the box and carefully pulled it out, ready to look and see what was inside.


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Barry<br>
Cherubi - Male<br>
Level 9<br>
Current Health 100%<br>
Chlorophyll<br>
Having fun!

<p>Bri<br>
Bellsprout - Female<br>
Level 2<br>
Current Health 100%<br>
Chlorophyll<br>
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Feb 25 2018, 11:33 AM
OKAY SO

I had mentioned who knows when that I was going to post a situation that I and the other player can't seem to find a good solution for. Now I have my next D&D session in an hour an realized I never posted for help sdfsfajkh

SO here's the rundown:

Version: 3.5

Characters in the party:
Lvl 4 Human Fighter, named Hunter - Played by me
Lvl 4 Elf Rogue, named Antinua(Ana for short) -Also played by me
Lvl 4 Human Rogue, named Scorchin (Don't ask) - played by other person

The Situation:

The party is travelling through a forest, down a very windy path that crosses a river multiple times. The first pass had no bridge, so we ended up climbing a tree, tying rope to it, and swinging across successfully. The second pass had a bridge that didn't look great, so we tied rope around our waists to help and tried to cross one at a time. After a lot of falling and barely successful rolls, we managed to get across.

Now we are stuck at the third pass.

There is no bridge to cross, either where we are at or anywhere else. To one side is where we came from, but there are uncrossable mountians between the paths so we had to follow the path. Down the other way is a waterfall, so we have to cross here. The river is apparently rushing so fast that we can't just swim across, aside from the spot we are at where we could potentially wade our way across carrfully, thanks to the depth, but would still have to roll every few seconds to see if we get pulled in. Additionally, there are merfolk that get very angry and hostile if we get in the water. We almost lost Scorchin to the river & Merfolk already, but luckily Hunter was able to pull him back to shore and dodge a trident from the merfolk. The DM has also stated there are no tree branches around that we could use to tie rope to and cross, but clearly does not want us to turn around and go back.

And ideas on how to cross? Atthis point, the only thing I can thing is killing the merfolk and trying to wade across, but with all the rolls we'd face trying to cross the river and potentially getting pulled down into the waterfall and dying, I'd like to think there's another option.

So! I turn to you all. Please let me know anything you think of to get across (As a note, we cannot speak to the merfolk either.)
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