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Paranormal Activities [SporkoBug and Calle]

"Okay, I will," Benjamin said, waiting for what question it would be. If someone started like that it usually was a serious topic, so he gave her his undivided attention.

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"It seems to be pretty well contained," Morrison said as he out away his phone. He looked outside through the windshield, eyeing the area they were driving through. If this was close to where they were spotted, there could be clues here. "You okay back there, Jase?" he asked without looking back. "You've been awfully quiet."

A Trainers Ambition [SporkoBug and Calle]

Penalopy floated back to Gavin and sat on his other shoulder, her legs on his back so she could see those still behind Gavin.
"I apologize," James said to Charcoal with a small bow, "Miss Penalopy gets overly excited sometimes." He turned to follow Gavin too, making a bit haste so he would catch up with Fez and walk alongside him.

Mindy checked her Pokégear for the weather forecast, but it was still the same as in the morning. She didn't need the map to find her way back to the Pokémon Center, she could already see the building. A glance around learned her Michael was either not here yet, or already inside.

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Saruya joined Harry and Sparky. "We know you can fight, but you also draw attention to Niccia and Michael. Everyone can see you are not an average Pokémon and they could tell Harry and I are descendants of legendary Pokémon too. It will be safer for our trainers if we stay in our Pokéballs for a while and they keep Pokémon out that won't draw unwanted attention. They can call for us when they need our help."
"I will protect them," Lytse squeaked, almost immediately regretting his bold words, but he would do what he could for Michael and Niccia.
"We will do what we can too," Benny promised.

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Andy nodded, he enjoyed that part of being a researcher. He leaned back in the chair as the waiter came with all the ordered foods and drinks, placing them on the table in front of everyone. Mitch and Andy both got a cup with black coffee and a small tray with milk and sugar was placed between them. The mixed treats consisted of dried berries and baked Pokémon treats.
"Thank you," Andy said to the waiter, who nodded with a polite smile and left them. "That berry pastry looks good," he said to Frosiien, pulling his plate of warm waffles closer to himself and sniffed the scent. "But not as good as this!"
Kim took the glass of water between her paws and sipped through the straw. Andy pushed the glass for Varina a bit more in her direction.

Nobody Will Believe It [SporkoBug and Calle]

The guards who had brought Benjamin remained in the office, but Benjamin didn't notice them. He locked eyes with the psychiatrist on the other side of the desk. "You wanted to see me?"
"We need to talk about your progress."
"Will you let me go home?"
Vivian showed a sly smile. "If we have cured you," she promised.
Benjamin jumped up. "I don't need curing! I just want to get out of this-"
"Closed building with no way out as long as you don't behave?" Vivian added. "You're so agitated. Sit down."
"I will do no such thing! I just want to go!"
Vivian leaned forward over the desk. "I sometimes wonder if your problem is hereditary. Maybe we should check your sister."
Benjamin lunged forward and grabbed the doctor's coat. "If you will lay a finger on her-"
"Guards," Vivian said with her eyes on Benjamin. "The patient seems extremely hostile today. Let him come to rest in the padded chamber where he can't hurt himself."

The guards grabbed Benjamin, who tried to fight them off. They opened the door and dragged him out. "Let me go!" he shouted as he struggled to break free. A nurse walked towards them and one of the guards explained he had attacked the psychiatrist, and seeing how wild he was now the nurse believed it immediately, joining them to open the door of one of the padded rooms.

Vivian also exited her office, looking at Benjamin being dragged away. "So violent today," she sighed and she turned to Ray, showing a motherly smile. "I have time for you, dear. Please, come in." Worry flashed over her face. "Are you okay? Were the guards rough on you? I will discipline them if you want." She would do no such thing, but if it helped to coax Ray into trusting her she had no qualms making such a statement. She looked towards the guards, flashing an approving smile to them.

"Drinks are pretty standard when going out," Marc said. "So we'll do that first." He gestured to a blue car, a little Opel that wasn't much, but affordable from his paycheck and it got him from A to B.
His thoughts went back to work, going over the patients and he hoped everything would go well, but he quickly pushed the thoughts aside as he unlocked the car and smiled at Sara. He was in good company, work would be the last thing on his mind.

Revival of the Dragon Riders

The hermit nodded to Duncan to accept his thanks and then turned to Gnol. "Bring some ale too when you bring your stories," he said to him, watching him walk away. Soon everyone would leave, all on their own quest. He had done what he could for them, it was up to them now.

Trevor nodded to Gnol. "We'll teach him how to drink when we reach the dwarves. It seemed like everyone was ready. He locked eyes with Mikhal a final time and turned to Noble. "Let's go," he said. "We have a few days of travel ahead of us."

A small, yellow fairy dragon flew towards the Hermits house, her body as long as hand. She dove down when she spotted some people. "Oh, dwarf..." she said as she spotted Gnol, making sure to go around him in a wide circle. Most Dwarves she had met didn't like her kind, which may or may not be related to the shiny things her kind liked to pick up and decorate their nests with, and dwarves generally had a nice stash of shiny things.
"Trevor!" she said when she recognised him, flying around his head.
"Stop doing that," Trevor grumbled, swatting to her.
"You're such a Grumpy McGrumpface again. Where is Mikhal?"
Trevor scowled at the name and pointed to where Mikhal was. The fairy dragon chimed a thanks and continued to fly.
As she flew over that group she made sure to go around the large dragons too, some dragons were nice to fairy dragons like her, others thought of them as nothing more but flying lizards and didn't mind a little snack. Of course the intelligence of the dragon species was a factor, some were carnivorous beasts whereas others were compassionate plant-eaters. And dragons could be everything in-between. For that reason she made sure to stay away from the group with the three large dragons. Although the yellow one looked at her with kind eyes, the red one had a grumpy look to him.

The fairy dragon flew around the Hermit. "Mister Oldface!"
"Autumnleaf," the Hermit greeted her.
She landed on his shoulder. "Linda. That's how Mikhal chose to call me."
The hermit nodded. "Linda. Mikhal is there."
"Thank you." She flew up again and went to her friend. She noticed the two large dragons and decided to stay out of their way until she knew how they felt about her kind, but there were two of the cutest small dragons she had ever seen! They would be able to play together and have fun! And there were three human females, they would all make fine mates for Mikhal if he would be interested in them. And Mikhal seemed to have a new male human friend too, as they were talking.

Mikhal turned to Alan when he asked him for an estimate. "It should be something like that. If we keep up a good pace, I reckon we only have to camp two nights." Suddenly he felt small claws on his shoulder and something yellow from the corner of his eye. He turned his head to look at the fairy dragon who had landed there. "It's nice to see you again."
"Who are your new friends? Where are you going? Can I come too?"
Mikhal laughed at the waterfall of questions. "You can come, we're going to the Dragon Sanctuary-" he smiled when he heard the excited 'ohhh' from the fairy dragon "- and these are Ricky, Rai, Meria and Alan, with their dragon-friends."
"Hello everyone!" Linda said. "I am Linda Demi Autumnleaf."

Fiona had seen the fairy dragon approach, it seemed like a lively one. She let out a small growl when Trevor just swatted at her, but much to her relief both the Hermit and Mikhal were kind to her.
I'm ready," she thought to Rachel.
Rachel nodded, she checked the gear and put her bag on the saddle before getting in. "I hope we won't run into any trouble."
Or fly, Fiona added with an amused sound.

Strange Arrivals (A ZAVAZggg & Calle Roleplay)

"Fluids, we need those too. Water would suffice, but most like some flavour to their water. Coffee has a strong and bitter taste, lots of people add milk or sugar to it, but it also has caffeïne which gives a boost of energy. I don't know how you will react to that, but if you want a cup you can have one."
He filled his own mug, adding a bit of sugar to the hot brew and stirred it with a spoon.

Now he had a guest, one that knew very little of humans and the world they lived in, but he also had to go to work and it was a bit too late to request the day off. He contemplated what the best course of action would be. Right now he just wanted to get the Laizu through breakfast.

Paranormal Activities [SporkoBug and Calle]

"You should try flying," Benjamin said. "Imagine going on a flight with Harriet and Gaia, you could have so much fun. I'm sure Harriet would love to fly with you. And you may even get to join more missions if you can fly with them." He put a hand on her arm. "It is a part of you, you might just as well get acquainted with it."

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Morisson grumbled at the mention of fallen angels, he hoped that wasn't the case. They often caused a lot of trouble and he already had a busy night planned. "Right," he said, "let's see what people reported on the internet about it." He took his phone and searched for mentions about these angels on social media or news reports. Luckily he couldn't find much, which meant the problem wasn't as big as he had feared.

Strange Arrivals (A ZAVAZggg & Calle Roleplay)

"Depends on if you're looking for a short-term or long-term stay in your prison," Andy said from the doorway. "If it's short term I'd say you can eat whatever the taste buds on your tongue will appreciate. If you want to stay healthy for the next decade you may want to include lots of fruits, vegetables and whole grains in your diet." He walked further into the kitchen, went to the coffee maker and pushed the button; he always prepared it before going to bed so he wouldn't have to deal with that in the morning.

"It comes down to this: we need nutrients from foodsources, proteins to repair and maintain the body and carbohydrates and fats for fuel." He tapped on the bread. "This is a source of carbohydrates. Cheese and meat, like the salami, are sources of proteins and fat, fruit like in that bowl also deliver carbohydrates. There are also micronutriets that we need for various reasons, but I'll give you a book that you can read if you want to know the finer details. For now I suggest you try and see what you like and you go from there. Some food needs to be cooked first though."

The kitchen filled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee, a scent much welcome to Andy, who grabbed a mug from the cupboard. "Coffee?" he asked his guest.

A Trainers Ambition [SporkoBug and Calle]

Penalopy let go of Gavin and floated to Charcoal. "You have wings~" she chimed, examining them and then pulling on them to examine them more closely. "How cool is that? Will you grow a second set when you evolve? That would be amazing!"
James quickly walked to them. "Excuse me," he said to Charcoal with a nod of his head. "Miss Penalopy, you really shouldn't touch a Pokémon wings like that."

Mindy watched the others for a moment before continuing to the Pokémon Center. Her Dragonite followed her on foot.

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Michael looked at Sparky and then at the Pokéball. "Missy is resting," he said as he reluctantly took it. "Do you really need her?"
"She might be safer in her Pokéball," Saruya added as she joined them. She looked at Michael and then at Niccia. "Two Mightyena attacked us, they are looking for descendants of Legendary Pokémon."
Michael blinked when he heard that and he held the Pokéball in his hand, now he was even more reluctant to let her out.

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"Of course she does," Andy said, putting a hand on her head. "We've been together for years." He grinned as he listened to the second question. "It has its upsides and downsides. The upside is that I learn about Pokémon every day and I get to travel around in the name of research. The downside is I'm supposed to write all my findings down in boring reports and papers, and working for someone means I have someone breathing down my neck like a Charizard when I take too long writing the damned things."

RPGC #26: All That Gitters Belongs To Me - Prompt and Entries

The pendant of Moiros - 1998 words

“There is no way we can enter the castle with that bloody mermaid guarding the entrance.” Trevor slammed his mug on the table, some ale splashed out and would undoubtedly add some stains to the already stained wooden table. “Getting that audience with the sorceress will be impossible.”

“If we want to rid you of that curse we must. And if I can convince her to part with one of her rings…”

“I know, it will be a great wedding ring for lady Catheryn, one that will impress her father.” Trevor rubbed the green mark on his hand, that damned Blood Viper and its poison. They had to get to that sorceress. “What do you suggest?”

Mikhal gazed into his mug. “There is a story in which sailors put wax in their ears so they wouldn’t hear the mermaid’s song, but that would leave us unable to talk to the door. Maybe the Pendant of Moiros could work.”

“What is that?”

Mikhal looked up. “Long ago a warrior named Moiros set out to travel to a city ruled by a seductress, to avenge his brother who had fallen victim to her. His father, a skilled alchemist, created a pendant that would protect his heart. It is said the wearer of this pendant will not be seduced by any form of magic. That should include the song of the mermaids.”

“Should.”

An apologetic look appeared. “I have not tested it for myself nor have I heard a story where the pendant was used against mermaids, but the few stories I do know all say the wearer was protected against magical seduction. And mermaids have magic in their voice. Even the Stone Man was unable to resist them.”

“Yes, I know the story,” Trevor interrupted him. “The Pendant of Moiros then. Do you know where it is?”

Mikhal shook his head.

“Great,” Trevor grumbled and he drank from his ale.

“You found a magical artefact before,” Mikhal reminded him. “You found the lost Dagger of G’Narv. I’m certain we can find it.”
“It took me two years to locate that damned thing! I don’t have that long! Six months before I start to weaken and after another six months of agony, death will probably feel like it hadn’t come soon enough.”

They had helped the sorceress Meria bring a young sea dragon back to the sea, but when they had brought it close to a sanctuary for the water dragons, one of the Blood Vipers - a kind of magical sea snake - had sensed Trevor’s hostility towards dragons and had attacked. Meria had told them about a spirit sorceress who could cure the curse, but now they were unable to get into her castle.

“This time I am at your disposal,” Mikhal said, “and with that comes both knowledge of myths and legends, and connections. I have a friend, a nobleman, who in turn is well connected, has an interest in magical artefacts, and spends a lot of time in the library of Arnheim. We will find the location of the Pendant and also investigate other ways to get past the mermaid.”

Trevor nodded once and with that the deal was made. The first thing Mikhal did was send a message to his friend in Arnheim requesting information about the whereabouts of the Pendant. Then they went onto the city once more, talking to local healers and scholars to learn more about mermaids and any protection against their song. They had methods to not hear the mermaid, but since the mermaid would continue to sing as long as the door remained locked, it wouldn’t help. No-one had heard of any other way to silence the mermaid except for killing her.

“I doubt the sorceress will want to listen to us if we kill her,” Mikhal sighed.

“I’m sure people have tried that too,” Trevor added. “A sorceress would not leave one of her main defences unprotected.” He glanced to Mikhal. “What now?”

“I have one more thing I want to try.” Mikhal caught Trevor’s questioning glance. “Rumours. I will talk with the people and see what we can learn from them. You can get supplies for the journey and we meet back at the inn.”

They parted ways and after Trevor had gotten the supplies he went to the inn and ordered an ale. It wasn’t long before Mikhal joined Trevor at his table.

“And?”

“Unfortunately nothing much. The mermaid was brought here by the sorceress, but the stories about how the mermaid ended up with her vary. Either the sorceress defeated her and this is her punishment…”

“You expect me to believe the mermaid won’t allow anyone near the sorceress if she is being held captive?”

“An addition to that legend is that the mermaid is under a spell to do the sorceress’s bidding.”

Trevor huffed.

“Another local legend is that the sorceress saved the mermaid and that she came here as a way to show her gratitude.”

“She would agree to live eternally in a moat just to say: ‘thanks for saving me’?”

“One person suggested there could be love involved.”

Trevor rolled his eyes. “That’s not helpful.”

“Unfortunately not. If there was a single legend we could work with it. If it’s her punishment we could reason with her, if she’s under a spell we could try to break it.”

“If it’s out of gratitude or love we’re screwed.”

Mikhal nodded. “We’ll travel to Arnheim tomorrow. It’s the best place to learn about ways to deal with mermaids and get more information about the Pendant.”

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The next day they left as soon as the sun was up. It took them three days to travel to Arnheim and once they were there they went to the house of lord Artmer. A servant opened the door for them and when he recognised Mikhal he allowed them to enter, promising to get the young master for them. They were brought to a guest room, decorated in a way to show of wealth for the visitors.

It didn’t take Lemitsa long to join them in the guest room and after greeting Mikhal he was introduced to Trevor.

“I did not find any ways one can get past mermaids while hearing everything and not killing them, but I know where the Pendant of Moiros is,” Lemitsa said.

“That was quick.”

“It will not be an easy task to obtain it. It is in the possession of lady Trialcia.”

“I would have rather heard it was guarded by a horde of dragons,” Mikhal muttered.

“And where is this lady Trialcia now?” Trevor asked.

Lemitsa explained she was travelling, she would visit her father’s farms and then head to the port to cross the sea. If they wanted the pendant they had to reach her before she boarded the ship. But then Lemitsa brought up the payment, he doubted there was anything two commoners could offer that could make her part with her trinket.

Trevor crossed his arms in front of his chest. “I will slit her throat and take it if I have to.”

“Now that is an interesting idea,” Lemitsa said, a sly smile appearing on his face. “I will give you her travel plan.”

“We’re not going to kill her!” Mikhal interjected.

Lemitsa turned to face Trevor directly. “Maybe you should travel alone.”

“You courted her,” Mikhal reminded him.

“There is a reason I am no longer with her.” Lemitsa stated coldly. “I will provide you with the information you need, her travel plan, her entourage, do with the information as you see fit. Trade with her, steal it from her, kill her. Do whatever you please, but you will not tell anyone I assisted in any way.”

“Deal,” Trevor said, holding out his hand. They shook on it and Lemitsa promised to have everything within the next hour. For the time being they were guests at his home and could clean up, eat, rest.

Once Lemitsa provided the details they needed, Trevor and Mikhal set out to find lady Trialcia, get the Pendant, and then go to the sorceress for the cure for Trevor and a ring for Mikhal.

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They travelled on horseback, determined to get the pendant. Nobility took their time travelling, Trevor was certain they would catch up with her. How they would get the pendant was undecided, but they would. If Mikhal would not be able to sweettalk her into giving it up, he would use force.

The travel itself was without troubles, they made good time and even were aided in their search by a thief, who had heard the lady would make a stop at a village and offered to show them the way.

When they found the village they made camp at a crossing, the thief who had brought them this far told them he couldn’t go into the village as he was wanted for theft, which came as no surprise.

The next day Mikhal and Trevor went into the village and managed to talk with lady Trialcia. Not only did she decline to part with the pendant, she managed to turn the villagers against them and then left. Trevor was about to draw his blade when their thief friend appeared on a roof.

"Did you miss me?" he cheerfully asked.

"It's the thief!" exclaimed one.

"What is that idiot doing now?" Trevor hissed.

"Helping us," replied Mikhal, who took Trevor by the arm and walked away from the crowd who were about to turn against them, but now had their attention on their companion. “Quick, Trialcia has left.”

They didn’t see if the thief had managed to escape, but they would check up on him later. The route they took was suitable for horses, but not for carriages. The shortcut allowed them to get ahead of the carriage and they waited for the lady to stop.

“You are in my way,” Trialcia said as she leaned out of the window.

“We need that pendant,” Trevor replied, his hand hovering close to his sword.

“Is this a robbery?”

“Of course not,” Mikhal quickly said. “You had not given us the opportunity, but we want to offer a trade.”

With a dismissive huff Trialcia wanted to retreat into the carriage.

“Please hear us out, my lady.”

“What can two commoners offer me?” she asked with disdain.

“You better not offer her my dagger,” Trevor whispered to him.

Mikhal nodded once while keeping his eyes on Trialcia. “Did you ever hear of the Tear of Nymphodia?”

“No…”

Mikhal began telling a grand tale about a queen whose baby daughter died after just three weeks. The tear that fell on the girl solidified, turned into pure gold, and brought her back to life. “It is said,” he concluded, showing a necklace with a translucent yellow oval on it, it brings good health and prosperity. I happen to know you are on your way to Rotswell. There is an infectious disease there, but this will protect you. A trade. My gold necklace for your silver one.”

“I can take it,” Trialcia mentioned, her lips curled into a sly smile.

“You can, but you will notice it will turn bloodred and have the opposite effect.”
Lady Trialcia thought about what she had heard and turned to her advisor. After a short conversation she looked at Mikhal. “Very well, bard. We will trade.” She gave the Pendant of Moiros to the advisor, who brought it to Mikhal. Mikhal gave him the necklace and took the pendant from him.

“May Donyar guide you on your journey, lady Trialcia,” Mikhal said with a bow.

Trialcia didn’t reply and gave an order to continue their journey.

When the carriage was out of sight, Trevor turned to Mikhal. “The Tear of Nymphodia?”

“I made that up. I got it from a dwarf, he said it was called amber, from that country where the people have feathers.”

“If she’ll find out…”

“Worries for later. Let’s go visit that sorceress now.”

The Rorie League, a Pokémon Trainer RP (always open for more players)

But you got it done! That's what matters :)