bravenewworld | Event - The White Dragon Travel Log

[It's a lengthy journey even by air, that our intrepid heroes find themselves on. The veteran fliers set a quick, but not grueling pace at the suggestion of the Valkyries. Arriving to a battleground when a god had taken the field tired was not wise, they'd said, and who could really blame them? The prospect alone of facing down one of the beasts of legend would be enough to send most men fleeing in the opposite direction, but one who was working with a human? That was all the more reason to make sure that proper care was taken on the trek. And so for a day the party traveled, a caravan of birds, dragons, reptiles and the odd flying robot making steady time across the Rolling Plains before setting down at the north-eastern edge.

The curious would find that not far from where the tents were pitched, the green hills turned jagged, the land going from verdant to a sea of dark glass. Obsidian shards spiked upwards, spires gleaming in the moonlight like razor sharp teeth, setting an ominous tone for the evening's respite. Tents were pitched, fires were lit, and the more warlike companions even began a drum circle and dance. Valkyries and shirtless Calderan volunteers, a small number of visiting mages, and other more mysterious folks all curious to see the god and to help with the relief efforts. The camp, despite the circumstances, was at least a lively one.

And then came the final day.

Over the Obsidian Flats they went, the massive shapes of Boldore and Tyranitar visible even from up in the sky. And...further perhaps even more stunningly, a gigantic lake almost large enough to call an inland sea, sprawled out below. Rivers snaked out of it all around, and the water itself was a pure crystal blue. But perhaps the most awe inspiring sight of the whole journey came once they cleared the Flats and the area around Glacier came into view. An expanse of white, thick snow covering the ground this early in the year. Arctic forests cropped up here and there, snowcapped trees and a frigid looking river marring the perfect canvas beneath. And more Pokemon , of course. Gigantic Avalugg shook the ground below, and a new species plodded along, chewing amiably on the trees, largely unconcerned by the humans overhead, and the occurrences in the distance.

Along the coast a city was in flames, people streaming out of its ruined gates, desperately fleeing along the rivers before whatever it was came back. Smoke curled up along the skyline, burned hamlets and outlying settlements that'd already been destroyed.

It seems like they weren't too late, and it in the moment of respite there was a chance for our heroes to at least get their bearings and prepare for the Dragon God's return...]

[OOC: We will be opening some of these areas for bonding within the next few days for everyone who is taking part in the expedition.]

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[Late night potty breaks were best accompanied by at least one Pokemon when in an unknown area. Plus it required some distance considering the size of the camp. At least Teddie was finished with his business before the Marowak that accompanied him ran off toward the sound of Gordon's team as they burned off steam. He needed to check it out.] Bearnard! Wait for my beary behind!

[A four foot tall Cubchoo could be seen tailing after the Marowak, though both would slow their pace down to a brisk walk upon spotting the group.] Oh wow, that's a lot of Pokemon! Are you guys training before everyone heads out again? [That's the only thing Teddie could reason why someone would be out late like this.]

[The Stoutland hears the approach first, pausing their workout to give a little 'woof' of greeting. Gordon turns his head, raising an eyebrow at the Marowak, his own Cubone taking an interest. Then the unusually large Cubchoo makes it's presence known by speaking, and both eyebrows rise up well beyond the rim of the man's glasses. It takes him a moment to process the information, but he nods once the surprise has passed.]

Yes. It's Bruce's first real time in the field, and, well, a lot of them are pretty restless. Not every day you contend with a god.

[He looks to his assembled Pokemon, most of them looking a bit stern at the reminder.]

No, but from what I've heard, it happens pretty frequently. [Which was rather surprising at least.]

It's easy to understand why anyone would be restless when they're about to go up against bearsome power! [He doesn't blame any of them.] Even I can't sleep soundly!

[Jim glances to his partners, then back to Teddy and his Marrowak.]

Did you want to join us? Burn off a little energy? Before I became a trainer, I'd often go on night time runs to clear my head. Doesn't do much good if you push yourself too hard, but tired is tired.

[The Rhyhorn behind him has already dozed off, her reasons for training appearing to not have much to do with insomnia.]

Maro! [The Marowak lifts both arms up, clearly excited about this.]

Bearnard says he's all for it! Though I think I'll just sit on the sidelines and watch, I learn a lot better that way!

[Gordon raises an eyebrow at Teddy, not seeming to buy that argument, but he doesn't appear to force the issue. He gestures to one of the nearby jagged rocks, then nods to his Cubone.]

Bruce?

[The Cubone nods, and leaping to one side, throws a Bonemarang, striking the rock both coming and going, the Cubone's leap putting it straight back in the return path. The smaller ground type then looks to Bearnard expectantly. The other pokemon, many more experienced with Gordon's expectations, resume treating a nearby rock pillar like an opponent, one in deep trouble with the way they're coordinating their attacks.]

(Since the actual main plot's started, we can fade on this, or keep going, your choice.)

[To be honest, he thinks he learns better that way, so it's not exactly a lie?]

Alright Bearnard, have at it!

[The Marowak spreads his feet so they're evenly apart before taking a deep breath to Focus his Energy. Then, he charges forward and strikes the rock in three quick successions. Each blow of the Bone Rush are aimed around the same spot the Cubone's Bonemarang had initially hit.]

((OOC: We can keep going, even for a few more tags.))

((OOC: Sorry about that, between work and the flooding around here, it was something of a struggle just to keep up with the plot thread.))

[The rock begins to give way, giving up entirely when the Breloom finishes it off with a Mach Punch. Split messily in two, the top of the rock teeters over, landing with a rather loud noise.]

[A larger outcrop is selected next, one a bit less fragile. Mac the Hitmonchan starts off this time, charging in, using Rex the Stoutland as a launching board and, frost accumulating over his fist, strikes the rock, leaving a tiny little explosion of frost, and also the rest of the group's target.]

((OOC: It's alright \o))

[Bernard rushes right in after Mac, aiming his Bone Club for the area that had become frosted over from the ice punch.

Teddie observes the group as they use the rocks as target practice, and well, he can't help but cheer a little.] Amazing! Keep it up guys! [Little bear cheerleader, that's what he is.]

[Gordon glances overy at Teddy, smirking a bit.]

Sure you don't want to join in?

[He sets an example by pulling out his gun, aiming carefully and, once there's an opening, putting a bullet into the heavily battered rock.]

Event - The White Dragon Travel Log

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