Year's End Chall 30 The rhythmic sounds of steel on rock grated on Eilert’s ears as he was lead down the winding tunnels of the gem mines. Around him were stout men, wailing away at the rocks and digging pokemon carving out new passages for the miners to continue their work. Leading him was Casper, Wick personal Pokemon, and his daughter Quartz. Both sableyes wore devilish grins as they pointed out a section of rock.
Getting the clue, the wlydborne reached for the pickaxe that was left nearby. Heaving up and over his shoulder, he swung down hard. The following Ping joined the rest of the music. “Why did I allow you convince me?” he asked the two pokemon at his side. The younger of the two opened her mouth and pointed down her throat. Casper gave her a gentle shove in response.
“Right,” the trainer replied, “You two ate all of the gems Wick left in his office. You’re lucky I decided to he
Year's End Chall 29 “I’m telling you, Xerneas would win,” Katie said as her and Howard entered the guild hall. The elvenborne gave a quick signal toward the bartender as she lead her friend to the nearest table.
The forgeborne waved a thick finger at her. “Don’t go saying Jirachi is beat just because of him being a smaller being. You need to keep in mind that in order for them to do it, they need to be in their host forms to properly do it.”
“I have taken that into account that,” she replied as a pair of mugs were brought up. Taking the mug, she took a deep swallow. “Men do tend to be a lot stronger.”
“Of course we are,” Howard elated, “Why do you think we pack more muscles?”
Katie watched as the half-dwarf downed his mug before replying, “But you forgot about the fact Xerneas is consider the strong
Year's End Chall 12 - 13//Wick and Saundra are visiting Squia. Drazki is also there, sees them thinking that its a good time for peace talks, returns to Terrance to grab Dusk and Returns to Squia//
//Andres follows after because he has to babysit Dusk and Drazki//
Wick: //taking a seat at the table// I knew I seen you two before.
Saundra: What are you taking about?
Wick: I ran across them a while back.
Thomas: //settles himself near the two, watching them// Queen Saundra, you know these two?
Drazki: //talking self into staying at the table and not just ditching them// Hello there King Wick. //bows// And..... //stares at Saundra// ....Lady Saundra... //tries to wave with broken arm, realizes mistake, silently, staring down at the war table, in pain, fuck//
Dusk: //fucking pouting because of course he is// What are you doing on Dainichi land, I don't believe I was told of your visiting
Saundra: Of course I know these two. The Cripple is the one who suggested that I should go Keyma. As for the pouting prick, thi
Year's End Chall 26 “Careful now, Pyro,” Patrick said as he lowered the vial down to the steaming beaker. The priest and Pokémon were seated in his quarters at the Abbey. Light gently flowed into the stone structure as along with the sounds of the rest of the abbey staff busy with their daily tasks. The larvitar chimera gave the wardborne’s backside a curious glance before slowly setting the crate of salt and sulfur down.
Watching as the chemicals begin to react to each other over the alchemical glyph on his table, Patrick motion to his assistant. “Can you bring me the salt?” he asked before reaching for a wooden spoon. Dutifully, Pyro climbed up onto the edge of the crate. Inside was a series of small containers packed tightly within. Reaching in, the chimera pulled out two of the jars. Both were made with hand-blown glass but one was tinted yellow while the was a shade of blue.
Confused, the Pok
Year's End Chall 28 At the Unown Emporium, business had slowed down due to the onset of lunch. Customers who would normally drop by to look at the wares were now visiting the many pop-up and walk-in dining experiences. Now the only things that graced the shelves were the owner and her Pokémon. Mordi, the hulking, sleepy, grouch of chimera, rested near the countertop. Her owner was elsewhere in the building.
“Mordi,” Anna said in her monotone voice, “What would you like to eat?” When no answer arrived, she asked again.
With a flick of her ears, the espeon chimera opened one of her eyes to start at the commonborne standing in front of her with a bowl fill with an assortment of food. With a yawn, she replied through telepathy, Some pokepuffs please. Maybe one that is a bit dry and sweet. Anna nodded in understandment before entering the back room of the store. Now left alone to herself once more, the c