Whimsley

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

Gleampier

@Xan the G

Chuck smirked as the pup bellowed out an intrepid ball of flame, speeding directly towards the Poliwag. He flicked his blonde bangs with one hand and pointed valiantly forward with the other, shouting one volume too loud.

“Broseidon! Show him the power of the brocean!”

The Poliwag was still spinning upon its back as Chuck declared his order. Using the water to its advantage, Broseidon slipped haphazardly to its feet, sliding on the liquid as if it were a lubricant. The Poliwag appeared much more coordinated now, feet sliding in pattern on the water rather than bouncing sporadically. Continuing the flow of water from its spiral, the Poliwag unleashed a concentrated Water Gun in the direction of the Ember. The two collided, creating a cloud of steam around the two of you and your Pokémon. It made things difficult to see past a few feet, and those on the outside would only be able to see outlines and shadows.

“Whoah, I didn’t expect that to happen…”

Unfortunately for Rook, the Water Gun was not entirely stopped by the ball of flame. A weakened form of the attack reached him, a pressurized stream of water colliding with his brow.

~IT’S SUPER EFFECTIVE!~

The steam cloud continued to haze your vision, but perhaps this could be used to your advantage…

“Broseidon! Keep an eye out!”

“Pooooliwag!”

You heard the sloshing of water on the ground, as you could tell the Poliwag was moving, but to where? How strong were your other senses? Or, more importantly, your Pokémon’s?

@BlueSky44

Buck let out a bellow of a laugh to match the howl of Poochyena. The two were surprisingly in sync, as if they created a melody of wolf and man. You wondered momentarily if his own strength had increased. The sailor continued to flex his muscles in competition with Machop as the Pokémon finished powering up. He stood as fury, uncompromising and shaking. His neck leaned forward and his chin was lowered so that angled eyes stared into the Poochyena’s. His shoulders raised and lowered, Machop huffing in anticipation.

“If Poochyena’s going to power up, then we’ll just have to power it down…”

The Sailor stroked his chin, raising an eyebrow and humming as if he were trying to solve a complex math problem. You could hear the very scruff of his beard being stroked.

“I’ve got it! Use Leer!”

The Machop remained still, but its eyes became a spectacle. A red sheen overtook its cornea as it stared directly at Poochyena. Two stars in supernova, in two far-off galaxies unknown to each other. They would strike fear, or at least restlessness, in an opponent.

“And now that we’re all set up…”

Buck was ready to give another command, but you had time to execute a maneuver.

@Eklispe

The biological death machine descended with aerodynamic proficiency, bound to no other target than the Budew. Its scales swam in the wind. Its fins sliced through the air. Its eyes were void. The Magikarp was nearly upon Budew.

“Hit him with all you’ve got, Brometheus!”

The Magikarp flipped in mid-air just before colliding with the ground, and a wave of water followed it. The mighty splash drenched Budew, soaking its entire body more than it entirely was. Magikarp continued this tactic, splashing more and more liquid onto the growing Budew.

“Karp! Karp! Karp!”

“WHOAH.”

“Alright!”

Puck nodded with grim face in witness of the onslaught. Could Budew possibly maneuver around the Magikarp’s attack and still perform his Absorb without being interrupted?

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

Argentglade

@samreaper@Turbine

As you opened your eyes, everything became clear. The sun gave a yellow tinge to your surroundings, and the summer heat caused a drop of sweat to run down the side of your body. Hadn’t it just been pale blue? You must’ve fallen asleep in the middle of the night. The temperature almost lulled you into a second, mid-morning nap. Your eyes fluttered a slideshow of light and dark and began to roll into the back of your head. Almost. Your skin tightened and your chest heaved. You shot up in bed and your eyes widened, adjusting to the light. The adrenaline in your veins returned as your shaking hands gripped whatever might be lying about. You threw whatever coverings that bundled you in the night and your feet hit the ground running, literally soaring out of bed. Was that the smell of pancakes downstairs or in a house across the road? Where’d you fall asleep again? Who cares, today was the day! Your eyes darted about the place and you grabbed whatever you thought might help you in the blink of an eye. Personal belongings, a pack, some snacks, you even found a Potion hidden around the place and stuffed everything into some sort of container. The zipper groaned as you heaved backward with all of your might to get it closed. You nearly sprinted away before turning back. You collected all of the cash you’d been saving and stuffed it into your pockets.

[Acquire: Potion x1]
[Acquire: 500 P (Pokédollars)]

Did you say goodbye to your parents? Were they here? Were you in a home? Out the door you went. Your shoes slammed against the dirt and kicked up grass. With your gear in tow, you took your first steps to becoming a Pokémon master.

You’d arrived on a small barge, the only vessel that was offering transport to the cold valley of Argentglade. When you stepped off the boat, you’d notice the pier was covered in a translucent ice, and the sky was populated with tiny balls of snow. Even though it was summer, the northern town still received regular snow storms, as odd as that seemed. Researchers from all around Huji came to investigate the phenomena. The residents would always tell them it was because they were so far north, but the researchers never had it. They could be seen trotting about in thick, arctic coats and sealed boots. They’d always be walking in and out of a cubic, white building with black satellite tower.

Your heels pressed into the cracking ice as you took your first step. It was thin, but still dangerous. Mounds of aquatic catches were piled in boxes and piles around the pier, unoccupied but someone had to have caught them. Past the pier, random sprout of vegetation peeked past the white prairie. The soft hills seemed to roll on forever. The sun caught them just as the right angle, and from where you stood the town was bathed in a field of silvery diamonds. Small cottages with yellow windows and smoking chimneys stood out against the blue and grey background of sky. Each roof was white, white with snow. They were spread out, far enough to maintain privacy, but close enough to secure the feel of community. Wherever one walked on the cobblestone paths, the smell of baking or hot soup caressed one’s frigid nostrils.

For a cold town, you’d found the residents were surprisingly warm and kind. Any would offer you food and bed for the night if you required it. Asking around, it’d be easy to find out about Professor Evergreen’s research lab. Every year, she would offer residents the chance to assist her in research efforts by equipping them with technology and, to most’s anticipation, a Pokémon. And that’s why you were awake today, and on this morning. Wisps of cool air flowed into your mouth as you hurried toward the lab. The cubic, white building with yellow, square rows of windows and a black satellite tower on top.

Strangely, you hadn’t seen the furcoats (that’s what the residents called the researchers) walking about, as everyone mentioned they did. Once you’d trudged through the morning snow, you’d figured out why. Gathered around the lab was a crowd of people, furcoats and young to-be trainers alike. There was a hubbub of noise as you saw them knocking on the large, steel door. The row of windows at the top of the building were black, no light coming from inside.

“Hey! Evergreen! Did you forget what day it was?!”

You took a step forward, and one of the furcoats in the back row turned in your direction.

“Hey, you look strong, mind giving us a hand? We think Evergreen accidentally left the door locked…”

A few of the burlier furcoats were gathering around the door, stretching their arms and readying themselves in a brute attempt to knock the door down. The group of scientists simply didn’t see any other way this could work. The crowd wasn’t very tightly packed, so you could easily weave your way through and take a crack at the door, if you wished.

“Does anyone have a key?”

“She has the only copy.”

“Figures. Classic Evergreen…”

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

@SleepingSilence Not a problem, I can still respond to those who have posted. Sorry today went poorly. I hope tomorrow is better!

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

@samreaper Your character's approved and good to go, so long as you made those edits I mentioned earlier, put him in the Characters tab. I should have your post up tonight. You'll be setting out from Argentglade; if I can get one more person to apply, that'd be perfect, but not required.

Something Wicked This Way Comes.

Let me know if I missed anything!

Dr. Thomas Arthur Rudhale

Name: Dr. Thomas Arthur Rudhale

Age: 25

Appearance:

Wears thick, quilted robes and a mask of the same material. The mask is wrapped in gauze bandages, topped by a hide cap of raw brim. The eye holes of the mask are studded at the edges and have a grid iron comprising their center, made of some sort of silver metal.

Dr. Rudhale

Class: Plague Doctor

Adept at ancient medicinal arts using herbs and elixirs. Specializes in curing diseases, ridding toxins from the body, and countering possession. All healing is not supernatural, however, and utilizes the body’s metabolism and immune system to fight back ailments. Dabbles in the occult and mythical creatures. Specializes in pacifying and banishing demons. Also has an extensive understanding as to how plants of nature can ward and damage supernatural beings.

Alignment: True Neutral

Weapon(s): A metal rod with wings at the tip, and a ceremonial silver dagger with a handle made of holly. Carries an assortment of books with all kinds of spells: ceremonial rituals, summons, and banishes to name a few. All spells, save for cantrips, require materials, specific situations, and time.

Armor/Clothing: A thick, woolen shawl draped over hardened leather hide. The mask and hat are leather wrapped in a gauze material.

Personal trinkets:

- Rudhale's Thurible -


- Po, the Raven -


Short History:

Dr. Rudhale was raised in a traditionalist town far away from the throes of society. Houses and paths were paved in cobblestone. Windows were not of glass but of air, letting the pungent scent of horse dung from the street waft into all of the buildings around. All of the buildings around, in a gigantic circle, surrounded an ancient monolith. It was a fountain, older than the town itself, with etchings scratched into the stone moulding at the base. Written was a language once known but now forgotten. Nobody cleaned the fountain, yet its waters flowed pristine in blue. Nobody dared disturb the fountain. Not until the full moon.

A bell tolled from the northern edge of the ring of houses. 3 am called upon the people to gather in candlelight. They donned their masks, Dr. Rudhale remembered. They donned their robes and boots, shawls and wide brim hats. They stuffed herbs into the tips of mask beaks to guard from a rotting smell. It came from the fountain, and wafted through the open windows in the wall. They collected their censers hanging from chains. They dipped in flaming sticks and wandering smoke began to rise. Each smell was strong and unique to its owner, but none overpowered the rotting smell coming from the fountain. A mask was placed on Thomas' face, and a candle within his hands. They did not wander in leaving, striding towards the fountain.

The town collected around the fountain. Its waters shimmered black and silver against the moonlight, the blue having gone. They stood as their houses, as mushrooms in a fairy ring. A faint glow illuminated their silver candle sticks and brown, leather forms. Their beaks protruded from masks and shawls covered their ambiguous bodies. Uniform around the black fountain they stood, their incenses being overpowered by that rotting smell. So close now, at the bottom of the fountain, now rising. One, single candle blew out. The woman holding Thomas' hand caught her breath. Thomas could hear her muffled sobbing, and could see his father's blue, powerful eyes staring through the mask's windows. They were not glass but air, so that tears could strew forth from those blue eyes. A winged form the color of fountain water breached the surface. Liquid dripped onto cobblestone. It sauntered towards her.

It screamed. Not from a mouth, but the sound was already in the mind. People quaked, shivered, and collapsed. A silver dagger protruded from its knee, cascaded in a black bile. Blue, powerful eyes turned from the dagger and met Thomas'. Run. Thomas always did what he was told. He ran to his house around the ring and collected few things: a suitcase, a dagger, and a ceremonial rod. His mind screamed but he did not turn back. His village screamed but he did not turn back. The smell of rotting flesh became more faint with each step. Tears fell through windows.

Thomas ran for nearly a day until his legs collapsed. He pulled himself onto a stump, and sat there, watching green grass he'd never known. Something landed on Thomas' shoulder. He turned, facing his mask towards a raven that cocked its head back at him. "Hello, good day, love you," Po said. Thomas stared at its blue, powerful eyes as a choking sound came from his throat.

Dr. Rudhale wandered the lands in search of the thing that plagued his childhood. He had encountered more supernatural creatures than most would in their lifetimes, and had to defeat those who were aggressive. By peddling his skills as a medicine man, Thomas has been able to make money for his travel expenses. The most recent stop is Galloway, where rumor tells of supernatural activity in the form of so-called “Beastmen”…

Other: The smoke and incense from Rudhale's thurible smells of earth and amaranth, unless otherwise specified.

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

@Eklispe Aw, shucks. Thanks, I really do appreciate it.

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I want y'all to enjoy this campaign as much as I do, and I'm putting forth the effort to show for it. I know some of my policies are strict, but I'm thankful that all of you are cool with that and each and every one of you are excellent RPers. You don't overplay your parts, you're developing your characters at a reasonable rate, and you show intrigue in the events and characters I put in front of you. So I thank all of you for what you do! Without y'all, there is no campaign.

Rings of Fate

Krunk Fortress, Courtyard

_{Who needs subtitles}

Zerraf remained laying on the ground when Jenso returned shortly, the miracle potion having now been used up. The wind mage had his eyes closed, but he appeared to be awake. Slowly sliding his hand from beneath his head, his long, white hair became entangled with the swaying grass. He raised his hand and waved lightly at the wrist.

"Zerraf."

With that, he returned his improvised hand pillow beneath his head and continued to snooze in preparation for the upcoming battles. Really, evildoers with giants castles should schedule a nap time or something.

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

@Xan the G Totally fair to use those tactics in battle, then. Feel free to suggest it to your team.

I'll be posting for Gleampier this evening, and any other group that may have responded by then.

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

Interesting feedback. If anyone has more they'd like to say about these groups, I would very much appreciate a PM. I will say it has been my suggestion for these groups to post in order to build suspense and interest for what is to come. Though, from mixed reviews I can see that how these groups are being incorporated may need to be adjusted. Again, I do appreciate all comments being made. Anything that can make our campaign stronger and more enjoyable should always be put forward. I will be working with the people leading these groups to discuss what the next course of action should be.

@SleepingSilence I'll agree to this, with emphasis on the minimization of information reveal, especially Pokémon teams, plans, goals, etc. An overall purpose may be put forward, so as to give the players some direction.

Rings of Fate

Krunk Fortress, Courtyard

_{WOW FREE BALL, NEW HIGH SCORE}

Zerraf scratched the flesh of his neck as the final krunklet launched into the air. He leaned over his palm and squinted. With all of this fire, things were starting to get heated up. A tracing eye fell on Spike as he escaped to the other side of the courtyard, taking note of his position. Afterward, Zerraf sauntered over to where Drake and Jenso were standing. Jenso had noted Drake's wounds, and a slow adjustment of Zerraf's head noted the same injuries.

"Oy-yo. We could go to that room of convenient potions."

Zerraf looked to the lush grass on the ground, ribbons of tangible wind returning to his finger tips. The currents splayed the grass in paths, creating a windy day when there was none. His eye lids drooped, nearly closing.

"Eh, you two can go. I'll wait here."

With that, the wind mage would roll into a laying position, placing his left arm behind his head. The sun reflected against the skin of his eyelids, and his chest calmly rose up and down.