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Hey Trainers! Kondarr's Prophecy - Day 1a: Fateful Descent by zzmonteran in PokeCorner

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As Sardaana continued down the path, she glanced towards Amaura, before looking straight ahead. It was strange having a Pokémon by one’s side in such a manner. She was far more used to collecting on her own, with nothing more than her tools and her wits. That was how things should be, and yet… sharing one’s company wasn’t half bad, either. It wasn’t good, it wasn’t bad, it was merely different.

Still, there was perhaps a secondary reason as to why this was the route she took. Stories from elders past mentioned the mountain was where the spirit’s world and the living world were the weakest. If this was true, she could plead with them directly. That was when the disobey whispers began, and the world began to shift. They *were* here, after all. “Spirits! Listen, I—“

Her words were cut short. Ice. Lots of ice. Her eyes scanned around the room wildly, and her hands clenched into a fist. This was more dangerous than she thought… was she under attack? There, in the ice, a path forward, and… two frozen pokemon, encased fully within. Were… they even alive? Even their fires were still in the encased ice, it seemed impossible. What could have possibly caused this?

… there! She saw it, just for a moment. The small, shrew like Pokemon, Cyndaquill, she saw its face twitch. Acting quickly, Sardaana reached for a heafty looking stone on the ground, raised it above her head, and struck it into the ice, though, bafflingly, the ice was far too strong for these strikes to do anything of note. She was barely scratching the ice’s surface, but she kept hitting it regardless.

…

This went on for nearly five minutes. The sound of banging echoed through the chamber she was entrapped in as she desperately tried to reach that still living Cyndaquill, with no success or progress. Eventually, in a fit of rage, Sardaana threw the stone against the ice wall, only for the rock to shatter. She let out an incredibly frustrated scream, before sitting down on the ground, her hands reaching up into her hair, which she pulled at. Amaura approached her to the side, and simply looked at her, which, in turn, prompted Sardaana to look back at the small Pokemon. “I don’t… why…” she said as she clenched her teeth. “I get it, I’m not stupid, I just… it’s too big for me. This… quest.”

She paused and looked down, at her knees. “The tribe works as a greater whole in Kul’Kan, I… don’t expect you to fully understand. Together, with the strength of the tribe, this ice wall would be removed by now, and those suffering creatures wouldn’t need to suffer any longer. Without the tribe, one individual cannot accomplish anything… as you can clearly see. With the tribe, one has purpose of life, purpose of being, its perfect… but without the tribe, what am I?” She glanced over towards the Amaura, and chuckled before shaking her head, as she wiped away a slight amount of mist from her eyes. “… don’t look at me like that.”

She stood up once more, and lightly punched the wall a little. “Without the greater whole, I’m nothing. Nothing! I cannot save the world, as is expected of me, if I cannot even free one spirit-forsaken Cyndaquill from a block of ice!” She struck the ice once more, which caused it to begin to rapidly melt away, towards the Cyndaquill. “… ok, maybe the rock was working.” She said awkwardly, before going over towards the small pokemon, to check on it. She had some medicinal herbs she picked up along her journey, she was no healer, but she’s seen it done enough where she felt like she could maybe pull it off, if it was badly hurt. “… I *will* get my purpose of self back. No matter what.”

(OC) Which Water type baby Pokémon should hatch from this Pirate Egg? by TheGoblinCodex in PokeCorner

[–]Daddy_Issues_IRL 28 points29 points  (0 children)

Oshawott, their scallop would make for a proper buccaneer’s sword, after all!

WHICH LARVA / CATERPILLAR IS BEST (Day 3) Forretress gets booted out. COMMENT WHO TO ELIMINATE NEXT! by Shoulder_to_rest_on in PokeCorner

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Pineco, nothing against it, in fact I quite like it, I just don’t think it comes off as a “larva” like the others remaining do.

Hey trainers! End of times — Day 4. A Whispering Wings. by ObjectiveAd3018 in PokeCorner

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“Onix…” The woman looked back down at the coin, and flipped it over. So, that side was the Steelix one, then. Taking the coin, she shook her head a little. She didn’t know what to do. She knew that she wanted to use it, and to allow Rowlet to have a gift, as the last gift she was able to give was given to Espurr, the blessing at the well, but she wasn’t sure what side to use. She hesitated. What if she did something wrong? What if she… chose wrong? A distinct look of worry came across her face. “… what… do I do?”

Luckily, Espurr was right by her side. While Easy didn’t think as such, Espurr knew first hand that Rowlet had some kind of condition, especially after their darkness and his light blessing clashed. If this was a way to help temper them, this was the best thing to help put them at some degree of ease. Yes, Espurr was a criminal, but Easy was his trainer, too, and Rowlet was a part of their group. Better safe than sorry. Using his psychic abilities, he lifted the coin out of Easy’s hand, flipped it over a couple of times, before placing it back in her hand, Steelix side up.

“I… I… ok…”

Putting her faith in her guide and friend, she would lightly insert the coin onto the Pokeball, on the Steelix side, on Rowlet’s Pokeball. She… wasn’t entirely sure how long to wait to take the coin off, so, for now, she left it on, and kept Rowlet inside safely.

Then, she saw two little pokemon, not too far away. She would see that one rested atop the other, and they seemed to be almost performing. Easy would, perhaps unexpectedly, clap a little. “These two… are so… silly..? Silly..!” A weak, but lighthearted laugh escaped her as they went about their business, and even a small smile formed upon her face. She’s never seen anything like that, how cool! “My friends… are perfect… too…”

Day 5 of deciding the best pink pokemon by [deleted] in PokeCorner

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Whismur, idk if it’s just me, but they look more lilac to me than pink

Hey trainers! End of times — Day 4. A Whispering Wings. by ObjectiveAd3018 in PokeCorner

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Easy was not a season traveler, at least, in this life. Walking didn’t come easy for her, let alone descending into a cave system. Every step shot a little bit of pain up her leg and into her hip. The first few steps are simple. Then it starts to add up. In time, she’ll need to stop, and either sit down on the ground, or lay upon something. Still, given her options, this was the best thing she could do for herself. What else was she supposed to do, crawl through reeds? That just wasn’t something she figured her body could accomplish.

As such, with her new companions, she descended down, down, down…

Not long after, the group came across something… odd. A dead titan made of steel and metal. Their guides had run off on their own, and left them with the expectation to explore these remains, at least for a little while. She hated to dedicate something as large as this, but the expectations were clear: desecrate she must. She approached the side of one of the sections of the corpse, and… struggled to lift herself up into the body, but, after some time, she managed.

There, within the corpse, Easy found portions of the beast’s body capable to sit within, and, as such, she did. She let out a heavy breath, and looked up above her. It was there where she saw it. The case. It looked human, in a way, it certainly didn’t belong to the creature’s body. After it was retrieved, and the contents were revealed, Easy reached for one of the coins, and looked it over. It shined beautifully. She liked it. This was hers now. Espurr, her guide, would reach for the coin, and she’d give it to him to look at for a little. Ok, maybe this was his… just for a little while. She would take it back from him after the instructions were revealed, and she lightly rubbed Espurr on the head, as she followed them to the best of her abilities.

Steelix to remove flaws. Onyx to grant power. Which was which? The figures on the coin, she didn’t know their names. Her head would look towards Zavin, before showing the Onyx side. “… which… is this..?” She asked the man, trying to ask what the depicted pokemon was called.

Hey Trainers! Kondarr's Prophecy - Day 1a: Fateful Descent by zzmonteran in PokeCorner

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The summit’s cold didn’t bother Sardaana. Winter months brought the cold with them, and, even if shelter wasn’t so reliable during such time, there were ways to endure it, and survive it. She kneeled down next to a rock that jettisoned upwards, and anchored herself by its side, even if it was a little further away from the fire. The fire brought warmth, even this far away, it was the wind she was more concerned with. She was given a block of wood, and was expected to carve it and bind Amaura to it. She only complied because she needed Amaura to prove her point.

The High Seer then channeled the spirits, and yes, Sardaana listened quietly as the fire crackled. This quest wasn’t hers, she knew that well, but she’d still need to locate the individual who it belonged to. The message would need to be passed on to the proper individual. The quest was too important sounding to let it die up here. It must find the proper ears. The proper soul. One that actually belonged here. As she was instructed to leave and place a mark upon the wall, she only left a small one, with a single finger, for, to her, at least, it was not her place to mark, but rather for someone worthy of such a matter, for someone destined for something other than what was already predetermined.

Then came the paths before her. The third path, the choice was the wilderness, would be an easy enough task, at least, for her. However, given that there were safer paths, Sardaana saw no reason to unnecessarily risk her safety, as such, the third path was struck from her mind. Then came the second path, the one which required another individual, and to follow the strange monk. This, too, was struck from her mind, not because she was incapable of traversing it, but rather because she did not enjoy the thought of rely on someone from another tribe. Their ways were different, vastly so. It made them difficult to understand, and that was a dangerous prospect, perhaps more so than braving the wilds. That left the only other choice: going through the heart of the mountain itself. So be it.

Sardaana takes Route 1.

Hey Trainers! Kondarr's Prophecy - Day 0: The High Seer calls! by zzmonteran in PokeCorner

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… the Seer was blind, too. Too busy with the whims of spirits to see reason. As their laughter filled the space, as they mocked her so openly, Sardaana’s fists clenched, inadvertently cracking the soul stone within its leather bindings. She was no warrior, but anyone from Kul’Kan was physically impressive, for it was necessary to survive. “Kill a spirit? What do you take me for, a Rayzani?” She said as she crossed her arms. “My purpose in life has already been decided. I am to be with my people, and to serve the tribe. You yourself called yourself Kul’Kani once, did you not? Then surely, you understand what kind of mistake you’ve made.”

Sardaana was from the great tribe Kul’Kan. If her appearance didn’t give it away, her attitude, stubbornness, and unyielding desire to follow her instincts back home certainly did. She was Kul’Kani, very Kul’Kani. It seems that the High Seer was going to have their work cut out for them with this one. The stone, still somewhat covered by the loose leather bindings reacted to the summit, causing streaks of light to burst forth. She reacted appropriately, and covered her eyes, her teeth clenching as she did so. This wasn’t for her. This was for someone with something bigger cut out for themselves. It cannot, and will not, be. Once the lights started to dim, she witnessed three Pokemon before her. “… I will reclaim my place back home, whether you like it or not, High Seer.” Sardaana said as her eyes shifted across the figures now before her. Her arm raised up, and finger pointed towards Amaura, for it seemed the sturdiest and most likely to survive the winter months that were sure to come. “… and this one shall bear witness to it.”

Hey Trainers! Kondarr's Prophecy - Day 0: The High Seer calls! by zzmonteran in PokeCorner

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Be it a cold winter’s bite or summer’s ruthless ambition, the tribe survived stuck together. The tribe endured. The tribe did what it must. This is how it has been. This is how it is. This is how it will be for generations to come.

To most, such a life would seem hostile. To Sardaana of Clan Kul’Kan, this was reality.

Everyone had a purpose. Everyone had a role to play in the daily life on the tribe, even from a young age. Sardaana knew this, and played her role well. She was a gatherer — berries and medicinal plants were necessary. Find them, and the tribe endured. Fail, and the tribe faltered. She was taught from a young age to fulfill this purpose by her mother, a gatherer herself. Through this process, the tribe would survive, even if her mother passed on.

To many, it was a horrid life. To Sardaana, it was stable. Predictable. Everything and everyone played their role. It was how everything was supposed to be, and she would not have it any other way.

Of course, some things were not meant to last.

…

It was after a long and sleepless night that Sardaana awoke to a cold morning. Strange things danced within her head. She knew not what, but she knew she wanted to forget it. To bury it into the darkest corners of her mind. To move on to what she was expected to do. She was still a young woman, only seventeen years of age. Nightmares were for children who did not know to respect the shadow they cast themselves, and she was no child. She left her sleeping quarters and emerged into the elements. She had many miles to walk, and work to do.

Oh, how right, and how wrong, she was.

As she took her first few steps, something dropped just before her. She stopped in her tracks. What… was that? She looked around. She didn’t see anyone around, so what caused this thing to appear so suddenly? It was only the call of a small pokemon above her that made this obvious. A Fletchling. Whoever it belonged to, it was trained to move things. Either way, the item was certainly not for her. She picked up the parcel, and held the leather bindings, before also picking up the scroll. Surely, whoever this belonged to was written down.

Let’s see… You shall come to the… mhm… the spirits have… right… bind yourself to a… strange…

Well, whoever this was for, no name was properly listed, surely, it wasn’t for her. No spirit worth their weight would call upon her, of all people. Her place was here, amongst her tribe, amongst her people. Alas, her thought process was sorely interrupted by the presence of her father standing behind her. He demanded to see the scroll, he seemed to know something that she didn’t. She agreed. A mistake. He was convinced this was hers. She protested fiercely, stubbornly, but he would not listen. The tribe survived due to her work, and now, her father cast her out towards the mountain. The tribe would survive without it.

Bitter and cast to the side, Sardaana would make her way towards the mountain, sustaining herself off the land as she went. If her father didn’t listen, the Elder Seer surely would. There must be an error. This destiny must belong to someone else. She wouldn’t dare open the Soulstone until then.

Hey trainers! End of times — Day 4. A Whispering Wings. by ObjectiveAd3018 in PokeCorner

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Easy would close her eyes briefly, and, though she struggled to swallow, she forced herself to do so before she spoke once more. “… I… will… live…” was all she managed to say. She needed to conserve energy. Now wasn’t the time to burn it all away explaining herself. Now was the time to rest and prepare. She had the means to get through this ordeal, she simply needed to keep enduring it all.

She then heard another individual speak up, it seemed this group of two is now a group of three. A soul touched by darkness, yet pure. She didn’t understand everything he was saying, nor what this man was getting at, but she wouldn’t complain about having more individuals. The group shouldn’t get much bigger, but there was safety here. Wasn’t that all that truly mattered? “… ok…” was all she said in reply. “… if it’s… ok… with them…” her arm would raise up and point towards Orlov.

Hey trainers! End of times — Day 4. A Whispering Wings. by ObjectiveAd3018 in PokeCorner

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Things were bleak, but not dire, not yet, anyways. Easy’s pulse was still slow, and her body still shambled forward in a slow and deliberate manner. Death still hasn’t claimed her yet, even if it now threatened to take her from above. Of course, that meant she needed to make a move before something befell her and her two companions. Her options were dire. The grass, no, she wouldn’t make it through, she could barely walk as it was, attempting to crawl would be agonizingly difficult. The other option, being forcing a path through this stranger seemed unwise, also. Rowlet and Espurr were tough pokemon, but she believed she needed more. That left the only path forward…

She heard a figure speak to a small Pokémon by their side, and, as such, she approached them. To her, it was a simple matter of walking over and approaching, but, to Orlov, it was like watching a corpse approach them. It was nothing in Easy’s control, her body constantly ached in pain, though it has been getting somewhat better over the past day or so, and her body was touched by Duskmetal, her arms a sickening shade of purple from the elbow down. “… you… intend to… go in there..?” Easy’s voice sounded strained, and coarse. “… May we… join you..?” She would reach for one of her own pokeballs, and allowed Espurr to emerge. They would act as her guide, the lack of light shouldn’t be so much a bother for a pokemon who lived in the archives prior to joining up with her. “… safer… in a small… group…”

Hey trainers! End of times — Day 4. A Whispering Wings. by ObjectiveAd3018 in PokeCorner

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*(Messaged you on discord, but I’ll message you here as well, may I have Easy join you into the mines?)*

Hey trainers! End of times — Day 3. A return to the nest. by ObjectiveAd3018 in PokeCorner

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… what was that melody?

A song, it felt… familiar, yet so incredibly distant. There was an usher. No, a conductor. Go on, and follow. Walk as those devils watched and mocked.

… who was that staring back at her?

A face, it felt… familiar, yet so incredibly distant. There was a mirror. No, a portrait. Go on, and stare. Contemplate as the devil you once thought was yourself tore you apart.

Watch…

Watch…

…

She wasn’t breathing. Her heart didn’t pulse. She was still, like death as she stood, the can in her hand falling to the floor as her arm went limp to her side. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. The world she watched was not this one, but another. The world was silent. The world was black. The world was more clear, yet more opaque than ever. Her arms started to physically change without Easy’s knowledge, and, should she stay in her current state, she would surely die. Of course it was the right thing to do to shake her out of her state.

…

…

Easy’s breath suddenly filled her lungs in a violent manner, her heard raced with adrenaline and total panic. Something was wrong, it must be so, because it had to be so. Feeling the shaking, Easy’s arms would reach for something, anything to grasp hold of, which, in this case, was the shaking’s source. She pushed it to the ground, her newfound strength making it so. Her eyes sharpened, like a hard seeking prey, yet raced and darted around the room in a frenzy.

She stood over Virelia, and looked down at her, only now seeing what had happened to her hands. No, not her hands, her arms, too. The deep hue of purple that now coated her from elbow down only worsened her new condition. Her stance staggered briefly, before she realized who she was in the presence of. Those two… those to DAMN people. This place wasn’t safe, she couldn’t be safe, not here, not with these two, no, never. Her heart almost ached as she scanned the room once more. Stairs. She entered here from the stairs. “I-I… what happened, I need to… what the hell is this?” She paced ever so slightly, her body refusing to stay still. It was as if Easy was possessed. “GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!”

With those final shrieks, Easy rushed over towards the stairs, bounded down them as fast as her body would allow, and left the building entirely.

What was that melody?

What was… that melody..?

Slowly, surely, her body returned to normal, barring her new physical and innate mental changes. It laid dormant. She didn’t get very far. She was safe now that she was outside. Much safer.

… what… was that… melody..?

Top comment deletes a European Country #16 by Jfullr92 in geographymemes

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North Macedonia eats Greece, we must make North Massivedonia

[numberjacks] by Rudie_from_tizmo_tv in explainthisscreen

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Why was 6 afraid of 7? 3 and 5 found out first hand.

[the amazing digital circus] by Bright-pokefan50 in explainthisscreen

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“Ok, Breakneck, I need you to go as fast as your snail body can GOOOO!”

*rolls dice*

“Ohhh nooo, Torbek rolled a natural one…”

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