Event - The White Dragon Travel Log

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[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.]

Comments

[commissionergrump]

[Gordon raises an eyebrow at that. He rubs at his chin, feeling the day's growth.]

I guess that's one way to look at it. I don't think your family would exactly be disappointed, but... Well, I guess the world has gotten a whole lot bigger over the last several years. Be a shame not to try and keep track of what's out there. Make sure to note that one with the sails, I think that's an unknown species.

[bokukotantei]

I am, Sir.

[She seemed a little chagrinned in her reply, but it was the truth. As the latest in line and the sole heir to a family of detectives, it was Naoto's duty to be mindful of the world around her. Changes in the times encouraged changes in the people, and a detective made observing people their life's work.]

My family and colleagues in Caldera would love to hear about what's happening out here once the problem's resolved. A few adventurous ones might even come out this way personally, just to see the strange pokemon with the sails.

Besides. Logs like this might prove useful in the future. No one can be certain about what's going to happen, and keeping a record is always helpful in fitting puzzels together down the line.

[commissionergrump]

[A bit of a detective himself, the circumstances where a written log might become most useful, when first hand account is unavailable, does not escape him.]

Hopefully you'll get to tell them about it all in person.

[He gives the young woman a smile of encouragement.]

Maybe even return home with one of your own someday.

[Knowing it's not some personal journal, he leans over, bracing himself by placing a hand on the Rhyhorn's horn. He looks the log over briefly, skimming it.]

I guess there's a lot more market for explorers these days. I don't think we've met before. Jim Gordon, Swords of the Savior.

[He offers the young woman a hand.]

[bokukotantei]

Naoto Shirogane, independent contractor for the Rock Legion.

[Naoto offered a cordial smile and accepted the offered hand with a firm shake.]

I plan to personally tell everyone back home about what happens here. They would have loved to come themselves, but there is always work that needs to be done.

[commissionergrump]

[Jim frowns a bit at that.]

I guess there is.

[He considers the young woman for a moment, giving her a small smile.]

Let's hope the story you'll have to tell is a good one.

[bokukotantei]

Let's hope for that for us all, [she said, sobering herself.] People tend to prefer stories that have a good ending.

[commissionergrump]

[Gordon nods.]

People prefer to live them as well.

[He glances to his time piece, then rises to his feet, padding the Rhyhorn awake.]

Be careful tomorrow. I'll leave you to your notes.