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View Poll Results: Which of the Legendaries/Paragons would the heroes meet in their quest?
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Rayquaza 7 29.17%
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Old May 19th, 2013, 04:19 AM
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Vincent 'Vince' The Wanderer - Fenju Ruins

Vincent’s breath was controlled and calm, compared to the staggered, wheezy gasps from the Houndoom. It had managed to bite down on Vincent’s arm during the fight, but he’d hit it at least four times in return, cuts all over his sides and his back now, a small trickle of blood gliding through the dog’s fur as he glared at Vincent angrily.

“You… you little ****. The king will have your head for this! Give up and I’ll give you a… painless death.” The Houndoom breathed out heavily, his paws dug firmly into the ground. Vincent was unphased and kept his shells at the ready, his legs bent ever so slightly. “I’ve heard that at least a dozen times before, I don’t think you’re going to convince me otherwise.”

The Houndoom grit his teeth and growled out deeply, his mind racing as he tried to find some way of getting rid of the Dewott once and for all. The annoyingly calm, collected and surprisingly fast Dewott. Vincent had spent majority of his life training his body, both in fighting, and in using his advantages. He was by far, one of the smallest warriors traversing the lands, but that only meant he was quicker and had an easier time dodging the larger Pokémon, which he had made great use of in the fight. Finally, the Houndoom couldn’t wait any longer and took a deep breath of air, shooting a massive tounge of flames forwards, crackling angrily.

Vincent responded by thrusting his right hand and the shell within it forwards, another jet of water shooting out of the ground and hitting the flames between the two square on, the colliding of the water and flames causing steam to burst from the midst of it all, both the fire and water vaporizing, replaced by a thick fog. The Houndoom’s eyes widened as he spun around himself, trying to both hear and see the Dewott, now hidden from sight. He heard faint steps to his left, then his right, behind him and in front of him and fear started gripping him.

“W-wait, wait! If you kill me, I… I won’t be able to give you information on the king! I can tell you things nobody else can! Just don’t k-“

A sudden movement shifted the fog, and a figure shot out of it, the Houndoom barely having time to widen his eyes as the shell sliced across his throat, causing him to gasp and gurgle for air, toppling over. Vincent wiped the blood off of his shells and then wiped his fingers in the clean parts of the Houndoom’s fur, ‘sheathing’ the shells again. “Not interested.”

As he exited the fog, he frowned softly. He’d lost sight of Tsulong. He wasn’t worried about his safety, he knew that he could handle himself, but he was at a bit of a loss as to where to go now. Just then, a loud explosion erupted from over at the mountain, causing Vincent to turn his head, his ears twitching slightly. “The sanctum? Mrph, leave it to the king to desecrate something as sacred as a god’s shrine.”

He looked around himself again before dashing down the broken pavement, heading straight towards the entrance to the sanctum… or at least, to where he had heard the explosion, his scarf billowing in the air behind him as he ran. Not long after, he arrived outside at the entrance of the sanctum, the rubble of the former gate laying everywhere. He took a moment to contemplate whether to stay behind and wait for the others, or try to stop whatever of the king’s men were inside.

Figuring it was only a matter of time before they got what they wanted, he unhooked one of his shells and quickly scratched a message into the wall next to the gate. It was rather superficial, but whoever came by should be able to read it. ‘Gone inside –Heroes’. He didn’t exactly think of himself as a hero, but that was the quickest way to get the others’ attention. With that done, he dashed on through the gates, and only ran for a few minutes before catching up with Durand and the others, among them a Sceptile he hadn’t noticed before. A feeling of relief overcame him at the sight of Tsulong being alright, a light smile tinging his lips as he moved up besides Tsulong, walking along while taking a breath of air after having run that far, glancing from the Arcanine, to the two in front.

“Nice to see I’m not the last one here.” He paused a moment, taking on a more serious expression, looking somewhat thoughtful. “If you ask me, we don’t really have the time to wait around. King’s thugs might already be trying to do… whatever they’re here to do. Can’t let them get a foothold.”

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Old May 19th, 2013, 12:49 PM
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Toa believed in Arceus. There was certainly no doubt that he existed, especially after what had happened after the Seal. All of creation had been created by this godly being...but there had to be more than that. The legend that Toa had grown up with said that at the very beginning, there was but an egg, which hatched into Arceus, who proceeded to mould all of creation with his infinite arms. Still...where had the egg come from? What had created it, and what, in turn, had created the thing that created it? Perhaps the legend wasn't true...the events it dictated were incomprehensible, and therefore, could be dismissed as false. However, the existence of Arceus, corporeal or not, was obvious. That much he knew. However, Arceus wasn't the only legendary being. The Paragons, whom he had entrusted with his divine power, would also become all-powerful, so logic dictated. That meant that there were multiple beings controlling the destiny of this world...but, in the end, who got to choose the path it would head in?

These thoughts raced Toa's mind as he climbed the steps of Mount Aegis. During his time at Area 52, he'd heard silly rumours that the faithfulness of a Pokemon determined how many steps the Pokemon would have to climb, and how tired he would be. The more faithful, the less steps. He didn't believe in this petty talk, but he did believe in Arceus, so that should have been enough to get him to the top with ease if the rumours were true. He was soon joined by a mysterious shadowy figure: Pierce the Cunning Shadow. "Are you going to keep following me around?" He asked abruptly, without even looking at the Gengar. He'd proven himself in battle, but he could have been quicker killing Shurin. Still, having a sidekick made Toa feel somewhat more at ease. The Crimson Company was strong, and he'd definitely need some kind of distraction if he was going to take them all on. This was what his prideful mind was telling him, of course. Deep down, he knew he'd need help, as much as he hated to admit it, even to himself.

Then, another figure popped up beside Toa, which surprised him, quite frankly. He hadn't expected anyone else to follow him up this soon. The other heroes seemed determined to stick together, anyway. "These Pokemon gave you trouble, didn't they?" Tsulong asked them. "You think it's wise if we run up and just confront them, or should we wait for the others?" Toa could tell his message was that they should wait. Normally, Toa would have said he didn't need anyone's help with taking care of them, but he was too deep in thought to make any snappy remarks. "I've met the Crimson Company before, Tsulong. They may be strong, but their lower-ranking members are easier to trick. All I need to do is create a couple of scary illusions and they'll be gone, leaving me with whoever's in charge," he explained calmly, for once, "now that should be a challenge."
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Old May 19th, 2013, 04:38 PM
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Reginard Asphos

Reginard huffed as he looked about, yet no other soldiers came out. After killing those two the others must have not wanted to try their luck and fled instead. It would make sense. He slowly let out his tense breath. "Did you see that Reginard?" He heard Durand ask. Reginard turned to regard the pillar he was staring at... and saw nothing. "Durand, I do not see anything there. Relax, I have dispatched our enemies." He stated. Why had Durand glanced at the pillar? Did he spot another dark type that just fled at that moment? Well, if it was an ordinary dark type why did he seem freaked out? Strange... he would have to ask his mentor later though. The other heroes quickly began to gather around after an explosion sounded off.

It was near the ruins... that couldn't be good at all! The ruins were sacred to Arceus! Already though the more jumpy heroes headed out... which was primarily the Zoroark. The Gengar followed after and Reginard knew that he had to stop them at all costs! Reginard's eyes narrowed his eyes as the two ran off, but he decided to let it go. They wanted to die? Fine!

As for the others, they were all gathered here. At least the others weren't as suicidal as those two were. At the best solution, they get caught and thrown in a dungeon and starve to death.

"We must plan carefully our next move, the Crimson Company is not a laughing matter, if they so wished... they could simply come down here and slay us all. WE must stick together and take the time to scout the situation, to understand or try to understand what they may have waiting for us. No one else runs up there without a plan." He said as calmly as he could. Inside he was sweating. Crimson Company was never good. They had to be as careful as they could be, else everything would be ruined.
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Old May 21st, 2013, 04:20 AM
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“Nice to see I’m not the last one here.” Vince said behind him, and he turned to see him well and good. He was kind of relieved to see the Dewott still intact. “If you ask me, we don’t really have the time to wait around. King’s thugs might already be trying to do… whatever they’re here to do. Can’t let them get a foothold.” He nodded in agreement, about to speak, but Toa cut him off.

"I've met the Crimson Company before, Tsulong. They may be strong, but their lower-ranking members are easier to trick. All I need to do is create a couple of scary illusions and they'll be gone, leaving me with whoever's in charge," he explained calmly, for once, "now that should be a challenge."

Tsulong smirked his eyebrows, looking down where he set his foots on the steps. "I don't think their vanguard will be as easy to fool," he said, then glanced behind him as he sensed Reginard arriving, seeing him sweating. The steps could have taken their toll on the Alakazam, and it wasn't because of their infinite length or whatever superstitions other Pokemon believed.

"We must plan carefully our next move, the Crimson Company is not a laughing matter, if they so wished... they could simply come down here and slay us all. WE must stick together and take the time to scout the situation, to understand or try to understand what they may have waiting for us. No one else runs up there without a plan."

"Stick together we will, then," Tsulong conceded, "they sure are a tricky bunch, I know them well." He thought of his time in the Crimson Company, and how quick they were to suggest to the King to burn an entire forest to reveal their Indrasilian enemies during their rebellion. "The others are missing, though. Guess we'll have to go ahead without them. They might be dead for all we know. Besides, what's the worst thing that can happen ahead?" He let out a barking laughter.

They reached the eerie top, a circular plateau that looked as if it bathed in clouds. They were in the clouds, Tsulong realized as he looked around in the fog, half shutting his eyes to increase his vision. He glanced behind him, downwards. Even though he could not see the foot of Mount Aegis, he sensed they had come a long way.

Tsulong wondered where the Crimson Company could have gone. Surely not beyond the gates? He hadn't seen any more explosions. Looking at the gates of the Sanctum in the far end of the plateau distracted him from his concerns. They were built inside the rock, the entrance to the cave; unlike the previous gates, they had no carvings on them, nothing of note... or did they?

He paced to the middle of the plateau, his mane billowing behind him with the wind, his eyes fixed on the seemingly simple gates. They look like two big rocks blocking our way, he thought, smirking his eyebrows in wonder. That seems... too simple. He expected the gates to the very Sanctum of the Original One would be beautiful, or at least formal, yet they were two rocks. But as he walked towards them, they changed. The rocks started melding with each other - quietly, yet drastically. A hole appeared in the center of the gates, black inside as if there was no end to it.

Tsulong remained staring at the gates, until a voice behind him brought him to reality. "You must touch the gates." He jerked to see Elder Durand, accompanied by Guardian. The Xatu had just arrived at the top, and he didn't seem the least bit weary; the Golurk's side was all bloodied, but Tsulong knew Guardian had no blood to shed - that was the blood of whatever enemies he came across.

Tsulong turned to the stone in front of him, without putting much thought into it. He got on his rear feet, leaning against the gates. Upon touching them, the gates flashed bright, blinding him for a second. The gap was filled with a shining red light, the pure essence of fire. Looking at it, Tsulong figured it was a product of his - he could feel his own power burning in front of him. Soon, it changed color. It became purple, then Tsulong knew it was not his power in front of him, but Pierce's. Before he could glance back to see if the ghost had done anything, purple darkened to black. Then to light pink, and then to green, brown, blue... where do all these colors come from? Tsulong wondered as he watched the gates change color so fast that he had to back off from the immense power that he felt. In the end, only a white, golden-like light was emanating from the gap alone.

"The Masters of the Elements have duties beyond these gates," he heard Elder Durand's voice echo behind him. "To protect the Plates. To protect the world. Yet how can the world be safe, when the Plates are scattered?" The gates of the Sanctum retreated upwards into the rock. Faint lights were coming from inside.

Guardian stepped inside.


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Although it wasn't his right to question the Elder, he wondered why exactly they had opened the gates. If the Crimson Company was unable to do it, why help them out? But, there was a higher purpose inside the Sanctum, as the Xatu would often say. His Elder had instructed him to be the first one inside the Sanctum, to uncover and disarm any possible traps. As he walked into the corridor, his senses scanned the walls and the floor for any suspicious openings or hollow spaces. There is nothing dangerous here, he thought, his heavy feet echoing in the corridor.

The walls were covered with runes. He knew how to read them, he had just forgotten, so they became something that wasn't quite interesting. What interested him was the dim lights coming from the end of the corridor. He quickened his pace, to come across another circular plateau. Guardian realized he was standing in the sacred chamber where the Faithful of the Fenju spoke to Arceus, the very place he rested. This was where they came to seek his guidance, plead him for knowledge and wisdom, and earn his favor with prayers
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From the ceiling came a white beam of light, to hit an altar that stood in the middle of the cavernous chamber. All around it, other beams of light shot downwards into other, eight in numbers, illuminating lesser altars. Eight lesser altars were luminous, and eight were not. When his eyes fixed on those with light coming from above them, he saw the objects they bore: the Plates, Guardian reflected. These rectangular stone Plates each had a different color, the color of their element. A fade memory was shot into his mind. He had stood here, in this very chamber before, but he could not remember why or what had happened. Elder Durand was saying his memories reset every hundred years, but he knew that all his memories, since the day of his creation, were locked in a corner of his mind. Stepping towards the altar of Arceus, he wished he could reach out to that part of his mind and remember his life. What do we seek here? he wondered. His eyes examined the Ghost Plate, his circuit feeling its power. The Ground Plate was also there, he felt. His kind had been created from these two Plates, to defend the Metropolis, he knew.

"We must bring the other Plates here," the Xatu's voice echoed in the chamber of the Original One. "We must unite them with the others, before King Aion does."



[OOC: you're free to rage at him for being secretive and manipulative. xD The Plates present in the chamber are: Ghost, Ground, Bug, Fighting, Electric, Psychic, Rock, Poison]
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Old May 21st, 2013, 05:49 AM
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There wasn't much to say at the moment, or so Roscoe felt. After Durand's comment on the clouds, the Sceptile looked up at them, tongue flicking out. Normally, there should be clouds scattered throughout th' sky an' not gathered like that. Don't see anything else unnatural about them, though. While Tsulong opted to run ahead and catch up with the Zoroark and Gengar, Roscoe stayed behind to walk with Durand. He saw a Dewott and Alakazam show up, but by then, part of his attention was focused on climbing up the steps a little ahead of Durand. There was also a moment where Roscoe vaguely realized that Guardian had appeared somewhere behind him.

Roscoe had heard about these stairs, but he wasn't sure whether to fully believe in these rumors. After all, he'd heard a few ridiculous things about himself and others in his travels. If those were never completely true, then what were the chances that these words about the stairs were? Comparin' rumors about any ol' Pokemon to rumors about a sacred place. Both rumors, but about entirely different things. Maybe I should just leave th' topic alone.

All the same, Roscoe had lived the first half of his life in a forest village, not a city with fancy folk who often talked politics or religion as if they were either the centerpiece of the Pokemon's lives, or mere topics that had little or nothing to do with life. Himself, Roscoe believed in Arceus; history had not been diluted or shuffled like cards when the elders taught the children in Vivardia. They even spoke a few times of Celebi's seat, as if it were all real. The thing was, Roscoe had never been allowed much time for such abstract areas under Phillip's tutelage. He wasn't sure himself how faithful he was.

Somewhere on the way up, Roscoe paused to look back at Durand and saw little but the clouds he climbed in. Ah, where is he? Maybe the Xatu had fallen behind, or been attacked? Roscoe half-turned to go back, then hesitated. Surely he would've heard something...and Guardian was with the Elder. Shrugging, the Sceptile returned to climbing, which didn't last much longer.

Roscoe's skin began to creep when he reached the circular plateau and saw other figures among the clouds, before he realized that they were Tsulong and the other heroes. The uneasy feeling would not leave, though. Taking a moment to rest, Roscoe waved a claw at the others in greeting but didn't speak.

"You must touch them."

Spinning in surprise, Roscoe saw Durand and Guardian, noting the Golurk's rather dirty side and the Xatu's seeming unweariness. That's not it, though. The seed around his neck itched slightly, but that had begun back when the Mienshao attacked. What was it?

Turning to observe the plateau, Roscoe's back was to the gates when they lit up brightly for a second. He turned back to see Tsulong before the gates, with a gap in the middle that was filled with shining red-- no, purple, light. The sequence of lights demanded Roscoe's attention, especially when his own power resonated with the green light before it flashed to another color.

If nothing else, remember this, kid. One does not need anything much beside himself to find the power he needs. That seed there, it's the kind of thing that few would seek to replicate for its power, but you should not need anything else. I tell you this, that you should not seek to become better through an object, that you should not become dependent on something that can be taken away.

Roscoe shook his head, blinking. Odd time to space out, he thought to himself. His eyes focused as the gates retreated into the surrounding rock and Guardian entered. The Sceptile was hesitant to enter; this was supposed to be a sacred place, and they still hadn't seen--

Oh, snap. He turned to face outward, away from the gates and inner chamber; it was highly unlikely that the Crimson Company had already gone inside. Roscoe said over his shoulder, "Anyone else seen th' Company yet?" He didn't pay much attention to who or how many of the heroes had already gone inside. The Sceptile was going to stand guard in the gateway for the time being.
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Old May 21st, 2013, 10:04 AM
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Toa grinned at Tsulong's words. The Vanguard, though much stronger than the Company's grunts, would be just as easy to fool with Toa's power. It seemed as if everyone here underestimated Toa, which he decided he would no longer put up with. Toa's illusions were some of the best in the land; he used to entertain King Aion when he was young by putting on an entire show with just the power of his illusions. The only Pokemon he knew who could outmatch his deviousness was his own father, who was now, who was now dead, thankfully. "Believe me, they're just as easy to trick as any of you," Toa retorted, and heard no further response from the Arcanine. He would have listened to what the other heroes had to say, but he couldn't help feeling rather strange as they progressed up the steps. It was a feeling that was awfully unsettling...and familiar. It seemed as if something unseen was causing some disturbance in the air. It just kept increasing as they kept on walking, the higher they got, the more he could feel it.

Toa was about to mention the strange feeling he had to the others, but then, through the clouds, he could see the gates to the Sanctum of the Original One. Realizing that the feeling was probably just the immense energy radiating from the Sanctum, he shrugged it off and continued on. When he reached the 'gate' he was certainly surprised to see only two boulders on the circular plateau at the top of the mountain. The main thought going through his head at this time was: "We came all this was for nothing!" He was about to leave, when the old elder Durand said something. "You must touch the gates." Toa looked back to see that the two rocks had melded somehow, revealing a large, black hole, and that Tsulong approached them. He did as the Elder instructed, touching them with his paws. The hole, to Toa's great surprise, and apparently everyone else's, began to glow. Toa shielded his eyes, turning away from the glowing gap. He hated light. When Toa turned back, he noticed that the hole was actually glowing a luminescent red, before shifting to other colours which seemed to represent the elements of the various heroes hereabout. When the hole's light shifted to black, Toa could, for a slight moment, feel his own immense emotions of anger and disdain emanating from the rock, before it switched again. It bothered him, sensing these things; as if the rock had peered into his heart and seen the blackness inside.

After the rock had finished glowing, the entrance was revealed. The massive Golurk, Guardian, was the first one to step inside. Toa noticed that a Sceptile, whom he had not noticed before, was hesitant to enter. Pathetic, he thought, as he followed after the Golurk. Silly superstitions would not stop him from completing this mission.

Toa stood in a dimly lit hallway, though he could make out various ancient runes engraved on the walls to either side of him. He was intrigued by these runes, as they were a language that he'd never seen before. As he continued on, he noticed a light at the end of the corridor, and proceeded to go after it. Although he liked the darkness of the hallway, whatever the light was shining on was likely the reason they were here.

When he reached the end of the corridor, he found himself in a circular room, and before him stood nine illuminated altars. The one at the center of the room was illuminated by a large beam of light that shone down upon it, breaking up into eight other beams of light to illuminate lesser pillars. What Toa saw on those pillars, he was stunned to see. He saw Plates, eight of them for eight illuminated pillars. Looking around the rest of the room, he noticed that there were in fact eight more pillars, but these were shrouded in shadow for they bore no Plates on them. Toa, even though none of the Plates in the room reflected his type, could still sense their immense strength. He was amazed that the power of an entire element could be contained in such a small, stone object. Amazing, he thought.

But then, his mind returned to the situation at hand. Why had Durand brought him here? Did he only need Toa to open the Sanctum? In that case, he could go. And what did they intend to do with these Plates now that they'd found them? Wouldn't it just have been more intelligent to leave them be, instead of opening the Sanctum to trespassers? These questions and many more flooded the Zoroark's mind as he heard the old Xatu's words. "We must bring the other Plates here," his voice resonated throughout the room. "We must unite them with the others, before King Aion does."

That did it. Toa spun around with anger in his step, and approached the old Xatu. "Enough of your demands and your ridiculous ramblings, old man! I'm not doing anything for you until I get some answers!" He snarled. "How do I know you won't kill us all after you've obtained all the Plates?"
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Old May 22nd, 2013, 04:40 PM
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Reginard Asphos

Reginard didn't realize just how many steps there were. He thought the journey up would be rather easy, his knowledge of Arceus and faith in him were tightly bound to his character. He was actually feeling rather weary as they traveled up after Tsulong and Durand. The elder on the other hand was actually looking very fresh and in good condition. Was his faith truly so... weak? It had to be something else, perhaps it was his lack of exercise? That had to be it! The only other concern on his mind as they walked up was the fact that they were heading right into the company itself. If they were lucky, IF, then they could possible have a few survivors, but even being the heroes... they could be outnumbered still, they could still be captured even!

He couldn't help but shudder at that possibility. Still, they all had to remain vigilant. They could not show fear, for if they did then the company would be easily able to take them all. Reginard knew the legends surrounding the area and watched as Tsulong placed his paws on the rocks. He smiled as the entrance opened and stepped aside as the guardian went on ahead. Reginard waited for a bit and proceeded inside. Truth be told... he expected this holy place to be more... formal. He had always imagined sparkling floors and walls, crystals all over. Though now that he thought about it, it did seem too much. There were runes, most he wasn't able to read but he saw the plates shining in the room. Yes... this was it, what they had to do, their destinies lied in this room... with the plates. What did catch him off guard though was Durand's statement. Unit the plates... to save the king? Wasn't their objective to... well, to make sure the king did not get the plates? Was this some sort of test then? Or was the elder talking about something else?

His faith though lied with Durand and so when the Zoroark made his threat Reginard wasted no time in using a Miracle Eye on the dark type and readied his battle for combat. "The very second you make any move dark one, I will not hesitate to grab hold of that neck of yours and snap it like a toothpick. Your dark type immunity is vacant with my Miracle Eye, so I suggest you do as the elder asks before your life ends prematurely, are we clear?" He asked with a tense tone.

Reginard truly did not wish to harm the Zoroark... but if his hands were pressed he would make absolutely sure that there would be no way he would harm the elder. If the loss of life was needed... then he would take that course of action.
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The stairway of this structure was intriguing. Pierce had read from the inscriptions on the ancient walls that their trek up the staircase will be all the easier the more faith one has. The Gengar although, suffering no physical fatigue, as he could easily levitate up the spiraling steps without letting his feet touch the floor. However something else was ailing him. Pierce knew of and believed in Arceus. In the reality of the situation, no one had a reason not to. However, as the ghost drifted on and on, his body seemed to grow heavier as if it became an effort to continuously proceed with his ascent. Something was amiss within him.

Pierce started to examine himself. What Pierce truly had doubt in was the course of this mission, and himself. He questioned himself if he deserved to be a hero. The ghost then wondered why he had even come this far. To stay in Area 52, ally with the other heroes, and intercept the the Crimson Company to the extent that they had. Pierce told himself that it was purely to stop the mad King, but he didn't think that was all. The Shadow Pokemon used to travel alone and content without any conceivable troubles. No bit of treasure was beyond his reach and he takes great pride in his talents as a versatile businessman. However, now the Gengar felt as if he was a part of something more. The ghost was adamant on what it meant to be a hero and what destiny awaits them at the top and thinking of how to stop the Crimson Company and entering the sanctum of Arceus. Holding fast to his resolve, he now ascended up the steps swiftly. Soon Pierce even caught up to Toa the Blackhearted Duke. He mentally commended the Zoroark for noticing him so quickly.

"Are you going to keep following me around?" He asked abruptly, without even looking at the Gengar.

"Well all of us have to stick together for the time being. That's that for now it seems.", Pierce answered back. At this point he'd had gotten used to Toa's remarks. He just wondered if he Dark type truly believed that this mission was a feat he could conquer solely by himself.

As they reached the pinnacle of their climb, they finally set foot upon a circular plateau. Just beyond them was the Gate to the Original One. Setting his feet on the ground below him, he realizes how far they had come, as they were practically resting in the clouds themselves. Looking around he sees a few other heroes already here, as well as more coming. He walked forward to see Tsulong examine the gate himself. There wasn't really much to look at however; just two giant boulders with a minuscule gap in between. Just then, Elder Durand and reached the plateau with Guardian. The Xatu prompted Tsulong to touch the gate. Tsulong did so and a spectacle of oscillating lights flashed from between them. The Shadow Pokemon squinted at its luminescence.

The first color was red. Pierce imagined that it originated from Tsulong's presence. Suddenly his heart skipped a beat as it changed to a deep purple, seemingly flowing with the eerie power of the Gengar. It felt empowering and refreshing to bask in his own ominous light; that of which only ghost and dark types wouldn't shiver uncomfortably at. After that, the lights started to change to many different colors, apparently the different elements. Once the light show came to a close, the gate slowly quavered open.

"The Masters of the Elements have duties beyond these gates," he heard Elder Durand's voice echo behind them. "To protect the Plates. To protect the world. Yet how can the world be safe, when the Plates are scattered?". Pierce glanced back at the Elder. Something about the prophecy or whatever the Xatu was reciting made him feel uneasy for some reason. Which was strange because nothing almost ever did that.

The massive Golurk was the first to enter the illuminated hall, then the Zoroark, and finally the Alakazam. The Sceptile stood outside the entrance as if standing guard. Pierce himself followed right after the others. It was interesting to see the most peculiar runes scattered along the walls. The Gengar took a mental note of them. He smiled as the lights started to fade from where they were in the corridor as his shadow like body melted into the darkness. However it didn't last for long before the reached the end of the path to a circular room of which several pillars stood perfectly illuminated. Pierce could even feel the power of the Ghost and Poison plates among them. It was shocking to be within the vicinity of such condensed energy.

"We must bring the other Plates here," the Xatu's voice echoed in the chamber of the Original One. "We must unite them with the others, before King Aion does." Again Pierce heard the Xatu call to them. However, Pierce couldn't help but wonder...why? Their mission was to protect the plates from King Aion and return the others to the Sanctum was it not? Why was the bird urging them to retrieve the plates from the resting place? Was it even right to remove the plates from this sacred place? These thoughts unsettled him even more than the thought of the Crimson Company. Just then Toa sudenaly exploded, seemingly due to similar thoughts of their situation.

Toa spun around with anger in his step, and approached the old Xatu. "Enough of your demands and your ridiculous ramblings, old man! I'm not doing anything for you until I get some answers!" He snarled. "How do I know you won't kill us all after you've obtained all the Plates?"

The Alakazam responded in turn. "The very second you make any move dark one, I will not hesitate to grab hold of that neck of yours and snap it like a toothpick. Your dark type immunity is vacant with my Miracle Eye, so I suggest you do as the elder asks before your life ends prematurely, are we clear?" He asked with a tense tone.

A red flag went off in Pierce's head. The Alakazam's threat would not sit well with the Zoroark. Not by a long shot. The intensity of the situation could possibly tear them apart. The Gengar decided to immediately take action. "Alright enough. All of you.", Pierce announced with a frown. "Fighting here of all places would be catastrophic given our location and situation; The Crimson Company still eludes us and fighting between ourselves would be incredibly stupid... Now, Elder," Pierce turned to the Xatu. "With all due respect, exactly why cant we leave the plates safely in this location. I cant imagine the Crimson Company being able to access the inner Sanctum without us."
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Toa stepped towards him with his anger flaring. "Enough of your demands and your ridiculous ramblings, old man! I'm not doing anything for you until I get some answers!" He snarled. "How do I know you won't kill us all after you've obtained all the Plates?"

Durand blinked in surprise. Is that what they truly think? he thought wearily, feeling his heart ache. If these Pokemon lost faith, the very world's future was in danger, for the quest ahead of these heroes was long and hazardous. I have no choice. I will have to make them see the future, he conceded, his eyes drifting to a spot where a dark energy was burning; all around them, he could feel the presence of the Crimson Company. The Stranger could not hide the prints of his dark powers by a psychic like Durand. He was seeing the mercenaries, who had surrounded them. And seeing them in the shadows, he devised a plan.

Thinking of his decision and the plan cost him time. Tsulong and Guardian stepped forward to defend him from Toa if need be, as did Reginard, who spoke for him. "The very second you make any move dark one, I will not hesitate to grab hold of that neck of yours and snap it like a toothpick. Your dark type immunity is vacant with my Miracle Eye, so I suggest you do as the elder asks before your life ends prematurely, are we clear?" He asked with a tense tone.

"That won't be necessary..." the Xatu started saying, but the Gengar stepped up.

"Alright enough. All of you", Pierce frowned. "Fighting here of all places would be catastrophic given our location and situation; The Crimson Company still eludes us and fighting between ourselves would be incredibly stupid... " Durand looked at him long and well. I am confident that this one will always be the voice of reason.

"Now, Elder," Pierce turned to the Xatu. "With all due respect, exactly why can't we leave the plates safely in this location. I cant imagine the Crimson Company being able to access the inner Sanctum without us."

"The Plates stay here, we just bring in the others," Tsulong answered for him, glancing at his elder, "that's the plan right?"

Durand nodded. He slowly walked towards the altar of the God, basking in its simple brilliance. Thousands of years of history came to mind, while visions from the past and the future pecked him like angry Murkrows. Once, it would be hard to concentrate, but he had gotten used to this, after so many years of watching the sunset. The sun bore visions of the past and the future, because the sun had seen everything in this world with his agents, the rays of light. Like the sun, this altar had seen things as well, which were no secret to Durand. He could sense the very face of God in this bright light. Strangely calm, even though he waited for this moment ever since he could properly know the future, he stood in front of the altar of the Original One.

His wings spread open, tossing his robes on the floor, and his eyes started glowing white. He fixed them on the invisible figure of Stranger, who backed off further into the shadows, perhaps from fear or hesitation, too late, too late. A thin beam of light similar to the white one that fell on the altar was shot from Durand to the Stranger, connecting the two Pokemon. He felt his own spirit next to the the one of the menace that was born in the dark. Their powers were melded in an instant, without the Stranger resisting or denying him.

I can finally be free of my visions.


Do what you have to do, a voice inside him said. The Stranger's voice, if Durand was not mistaken. Glowing blue and pink with power, the Xatu turned to face the heroes. He could now fully see the men of the Crimson Company spread all around them, skulking in the shadows of the chamber of the Original One, at least fifty of them, defiling it with their ill intentions. Watching their Krookodile leader Ser Mantarys grinning like a bemused fool in a mummer's show, he felt disgust rising in his throat and was on the verge of killing them all right there and then.

How do you consort with such people? he directed his thoughts to the Stranger through the beam of light connecting them.

We all have to play our part. Play yours, for now. The chamber started to change, the altars faded. An image was born in place: the universe, the so-many stars around it.

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Arceus created our world, shaped it with his infinite arms," Durand's voice echoed in the minds around him, powerful. The stars zoomed in, and they dove towards them. In the middle of the universe, Arceus stood. From the light, a glorious world was born - Durand saw its birth from above, as if he was flying. The world was grey, though. "It grew stable. Lonely. Timeless. The elements were born with the purpose of resuming its flow," tidal waves rose from the vast sea, earthquakes torn apart whole mountains, volcanoes erupted violently, all in front of their eyes as if they were there. But from the energy of the elements fusing together, Pokemon were born. Visions of species unknown, even to Durand, flashed across the room. "The elements fulfill every existence - us, and everything you see around you, is a combination of the sixteen elements. We are mere apparitions of those." The visions shifted, the light blinding. "We required guarding, control, and order. The Plates were created, to control all of the elements, all of existence," Durand continued, watching the sixteen Plates circling around the Original One in the middle of the Universe. "And the Paragons with them, to protect them if need be."

"The Original One gifted his power to common mortals to bask into."
Various Pokemon, the Faithful in their mysterious white cowls, Kings and leaders appeared in front of the very altar all of them were standing a minute ago, to be granted the God's power. Soon, the vision changed to a violent clash between two armies. "Power corrupted. The Paragons stirred in sight of the results of the evil," in the remains of a battlefield, blood and corpses basked under the crimson grey light of the smoky skies, fires burning far away. "They decided to seal the God's power, by separating him from his prized Plates." Durand and the heroes were suddenly flying above the Fenju citadels, only there were no ruins. Full in their glory, the ancient buildings stood proud and seemingly eternal, with Mount Aegis standing out, the trench around it full of the water that fell from its peak. The mountain suddenly shook with power, the circle of Arceus's Plates broken. In a flash of light, everything lay in destruction, black clouds blocking the sunlight. In the vision, time went by quickly as if in fast forward, yet the citadel remained in darkness of the clouds for months, so it seemed.

"Arceus is powerless in this world, without his Plates," Durand continued solemnly, "and without the Plates to check the elements, our world was greatly damaged. Our world is dying, slowly, and only Arceus can heal it. Why, you ask, must we bring the Plates together? Because it is the only way of restoring His power, so that he may restore, in turn, our world. Have you seen the future, should you fail to act? I have." The vision now changed. Durand saw King Aion sitting on the throne room in Cyala, the bones of his enemies hanging from the ceiling, the energy of eight Plates burning bright as they circled around him. He was but a huge Emboar with a crystal crown adorning his head, his fiery beard billowing high above him. The image was so real that Durand almost allowed his anger to get the best of him. The crowned King stood and extended his massive arm towards his subordinates, as if to issue a command.

Colors changed again. They were flying again, not above a lush world, but a dark one. As an old Xatu, he had forgotten what it meant to fly, and he was sure he could relate with the heroes who could not - this was a breathtaking view of the world that was to come. A world ravaged by war, anguish and agony taking over the living while King Aion himself made a throne of the altar of the God himself, sitting high above the clouds to watch his immense but destroyed Kingdom from Mount Aegis with a lusty expression stuck on his narrowed face.

Durand frowned in sight of the disturbing Emboar basking in the white light that shot down to the altar.

"King Aion desires war,"
Durand finally said, "and war he will have, should he gather the Plates and use them further. Meanwhile, the world will be dying, the natural growth of the elements will cease to exist. Evolution itself will cease to exist," visions of dying Pokemon in fields of fire flashed, "this abuse of the Plates will mean our extinction. A fatal blow, before our extinction." The skies flashed in a blinding light, and everything became nothing. Durand's heart leaped when he saw for himself, the end for each different individual in the chamber of the God.



Tsulong


Tsulong saw an Arcanine, fighting valiantly on the border of Area 52, against a mighty horde of Pokemon that escalated the mountains. He saw himself fall, dying, with his snout and mane bloodied, watching the patriots of Area 52 being overwhelmed, the village destroyed and everyone put to the fire. Nothing was standing when the horde ran over the village. Nothing. Not even a single blade of grass. King Aion, with eight Plates circling around him, ordered for the remains of the village, along with the bones of the fallen ones, to be lifted and carried all the way to the sea, to be tossed, literally erasing Area 52 from existence.

That wasn't the end of it - long after Tsulong saw himself die, King Aion stormed the Fenju ruins, something which he hadn't dared to do all these years. No ghost could withstand his vast armies. And with his captains, he escalated Mount Aegis and touched the gates of the Sanctum. Tsulong was stunned to see the same fiery ball of suppressed energy he himself had created, only with a firm dark sphere in the center. The gates swung open for the Emboar to burst in and reclaim the rest of the eight Plates. The floating Plates were all placed in the altars around him, the white light flashing as King Aion sat on the altar as if it was a throne.

Flames engulfed his vision, the flames of a burning forest.


Guardian

He roared in anguish, seeing King Aion pummel Elder Durand to the ground, to bloody pieces. Guardian himself ran, but it was too late. The Fenju ruins around him were overrun by the armies who attacked the stones, wanting to extinguish every bit of the ancient civilization to forge a new one upon the ashes. What was there to forge, though? Guardian kneeled on the floor of the chamber of the Original One, grasping his head with his massive hands. If he had feelings, he would have exploded. But he had a purpose, instead. If King Aion managed to gather the Plates, this would happen. If the King started gathering Plates, Guardian would, too.


[OOC: These visions were transmitted to every living form in the citadel, so the heroes missing from the Sanctum should have received them as well. In essence, everyone saw their dramatic demise. Whether it really was dramatic or not, that's for Durand to answer for. ;)]
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Vincent quietly listened in to the others as they spoke, although sparsely, while they were walking up the stairs. Due to the stairs being made for larger Pokémon, he was forced to take somewhat larger steps, but that didn’t seem to wear him down. However, after a while, he did start feeling somewhat weary, but he knew he had more stamina than that. It had to have been as Durand had said; That the steps were created to test your fate. Vincent hadn’t been much of a believer in gods, really. He believed they existed, that there was, at some point, gods, and that there might still be some around. He didn’t, however, believe in them in the faith-sort of sense. He didn’t allow himself to, after everything he’d seen and experienced.

He pushed away the thought as they arrived at the very top of the stairs, the thick clouds rolling across the top of the mountain, surrounding the group. They moved into the middle of the nearly circular plateau, Vincent’s head tilting a little as he looked over the ‘gates’. Not quite as… flashy, as he’d expected, but he supposed they did their job. His brows raised in surprise as they morphed into an actual pair of gates, with a… black opening.

Watching as Tsulong stepped closer to the gate and placed his paws on them, he looked on in quiet interest, and… slight awe, as the gates shone in the brightest of colours, symbolizing each gathered ‘hero’s powers. As the group began making their way into the sanctum, Vincent couldn’t help but frown and feel like majority of them had forgotten the Crimson Company. This was emphasized as the Sceptile had turned around at the entrance of the gate and looked over the plateau with the words “Anyone else seen th’ Company yet?”.

“No, and it’s unlikely they just up and jumped off the side of the mountain after blowing their way here.”

He turned from the entrance, his eyes moving across the thick, rolling clouds around himself and the Sceptile, barely registering the noises coming from inside of the sanctum. He stepped over to the other side of the entrance and sat himself down, crossing his legs, his arms moving up behind his head as he glanced over at the large lizard… plant.

“So. I’m guessing you’re Roscoe. I’m going by rumors and… well, people all over like to talk, and you kind of get interested in what different people has to say about different rumors and legends. Yours isn’t the most well-known or glorious one, but you don’t have to be well-known to be interesting, you know?”

He paused, looking ahead, into the clouds again.

“Figure this might not be the best place to have a chat, but it’s better than sitting quietly and brooding like that Zoroark would’ve done, right? It migh-“

Everything around Vincent suddenly became black for just a splitsecond before he blinked and suddenly saw… a swamp. He knew this place, it was where he’d grown up. Looking around himself, he saw most of the trees cut down, and surprisingly dark clouds rolling by in the sky above, the waters of the swamp having all but dried out. He then spotted a Dewott, bloodied, beaten and weary, heaving for air while standing across from a Scizor. The Scizor suddenly attacked, and the Dewott groggily managed to deflect several of the attacks with his shells before one of them was knocked out of his hand and he was slammed into a flat, vertical rock by the side of the Scizor’s claw.

The Dewott coughed and fell down, just before the Scizor stepped up to him and clamped his claw around his neck and torso, lifting him up. Vincent’s eyes widened as he saw the tattered trails of the scarf he himself was wearing, as the beaten Dewott stared defiantly down at the Scizor, who raised his other claw, preparing to end the Dewott’s life with a hyper beam. Vincent glanced over and noticed that the rock he had thrown him against hadn’t just been a rock. Despite the cracks and ripples that the impact of the Dewott had caused, almost breaking it, Vincent recognized the rock. Recognized the grave.

Suddenly, it was as if everything zoomed out and then in again, Vincent taking in a gasp of air as he jumped slightly, finding himself back on top of the plateau. He shook his head softly and glanced up at Roscoe with slightly widened eyes.

“… Did you…?”

He didn’t have to finish the question. The look on the Sceptile’s face said it all. Something just like what had happened to Vincent, happened to him. He paused and looked over his shoulder, into the sanctum where a bright light was shining, and a voice was speaking. He glanced back up at Roscoe for a moment before pushing himself to a stand.

“Better go make sure everyone’s okay. C’mon. If the company’s up here somewhere, they’ve gotta be in here.”

He stepped inside of the sanctum, watching Durand having shed his robe and was glowing with powerful, psychic energies, Vincent slowly stepping up besides the others gathered, his hands lightly resting on the shells at his hips as he waited to hear what the hell was going on.

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Pierce took a step back in awe, as he saw the space around him warp and contort around him and the others followed by vivid images of a dark future. Just what powers did this Xatu have??, he thought. Then without warning the Ghost's vision started to fail, then reshape into a clearer and clearer image. It started to unfold itself a nightmare, yet all too real:

Pierce saw himself locked in combat with Drapion, clanging his pincers in venomous delight. Somehow, the bug managed to ensnare the Gengar in his claws while attacking with Night Slash. Pierce struggled and struggled but try as he might, the ghost type could not phase through the hold of the darkness infused claws. The Scorpion thus intended to crush him in its dark claws, not releases its vice like grip until the ghost looked defeated. Even so, Pierce smirked in the face of his assaulter. He knew there was little the Drapion could actually do to him, as he was a ghost; he had no real death to fear. However, his grin faded instantly when two massive hands gripped the Gengar from behind. To Pierce's horror it was the grip of a Dusknoir.

The Drapion handed him off to the Dusknoir which then began to drag Pierce to the nearest wall. The antennae on the gray ghost's head started to glow, and the mouth on its stomach opened wide to blast a dark sphere at the wall which materialized into an ominous portal, with an equally eerie sound emanating from it. Pierce, to weak from his thrashing to even struggle looked at the passing stone beneath him as he was being slowly dragged to the dark gate. All at one, the Dusknoir flung him into the portal and the vision faded into nothingness only leaving Pierce gasping and a feeling of dread.
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It was nice to know that Roscoe wasn't the only one who remembered. The Dewott opted to remain outside, on the other side of the gate, while all the others more or less filed inside. Roscoe tried to stand at ease, arms folded across his chest as he waited for...well, something to happen. The Crimson Company had to go through the Sceptile and Dewott if they wanted to get inside the Sanctum. Assuming they didn't have some supernatural means.

“So. I’m guessing you’re Roscoe. I’m going by rumors and… well, people all over like to talk, and you kind of get interested in what different people has to say about different rumors and legends. Yours isn’t the most well-known or glorious one, but you don’t have to be well-known to be interesting, you know?”

Roscoe grinned as he looked over at the Dewott for a moment. "Ya could say that," he replied lightly. "Nice to see you didn't bring up my other name right away, ehh, Vincent." That was the Wanderer's name, wasn't it? The Sceptile had heard a few things about the Dewott, for his part. Of course, if he wouldn't bring up Roscoe's supposed thirst, then Roscoe would do likewise concerning what he'd heard of the Wanderer.

Any conversation they might've had was interrupted in an unexpected manner. The plateau faded from view as images began to play before Roscoe's eyes, of the universe and the world's progression. Of the plates and the Cyalan king, and everything in between. It was startling for Roscoe, who wasn't real used to such things, but the last part of the vision was unsettling, to say the least.

Everything blinked into darkness, then, before lighting up in flames. Fire everywhere, burning down the forest and the village and unlucky Pokemon that he saw in the distance. He saw a Sceptile being thrown against a tree before he crumpled to the ground, breathing shallowly and coughing from the smoke in the air. When he got up, Roscoe saw the seed at his neck and recognized himself. As he tried to deflect the blows of an Infernape, he could almost feel the seed working overtime to heal with what little energy it had left.

The Sceptile finally fell to the ground, half-rolled onto one side as he glared up at the Flame Pokemon. "Finish it," he hissed, then coughed again.

Smirking, the Infernape crouched. "No, I don't think I will." He reached down and ripped the seed from the Sceptile's neck, giving little notice to the damage he'd done. "You'll burn slowly, painfully, with the time to consider what we'll do next. Ta." The Infernape stood, stepping back as the Sceptile writhed in pain, flames filling his vision.

Roscoe gasped for air, eyes staring at nothing as he found himself on his hands and knees, coughing. It took a few seconds for him to realize that he wasn't on fire, that he was on the plateau outside the gate. A moment later before Roscoe registered that the Dewott had spoken. "Wha-?" Roscoe coughed one last time before his breathing came easy again.

“Better go make sure everyone’s okay. C’mon. If the company’s up here somewhere, they’ve gotta be in here.”

Pushing himself up, Roscoe looked between the empty plateau and the back of the Dewott as he stepped inside the sanctum. What...what was all that? It seemed more of a good idea now to stick with the other heroes, so the Sceptile followed the Dewott inside, trying to shake off the feeling of burning. Have to concentrate, focus on keepin' the Company away, wherever they are. Besides, I'll understand better what just happened if I'm with th' others.
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Toa immediately turned his attention to a certain disrespectful Alakazam, after he felt the distinct touch of a Miracle Eye affect him. Please, Toa rolled his eyes, then extended his arm, claws sharp as ever, and pointed at the Psychic. "Immunity or no, I will rip you to-" he started bewildered, his fur bristling, before he was cut off by his partner Pierce. Despite his fiery anger for the Alakazam, and even more anger at most people in this sacred room for the disrespect they showed one of his calibre, he lowered his arm, realizing that the Xatu was the only one who currently deserved his attention. And that was only for one sole reason: he wanted his answers. He glared at the old elder sharply as he explained. For the most part, Toa wasn't interested. Rather than trying to save the land from King Aion's rule, it would be better to just sit aside while it does happen, so that he would be safe from his former ruler. Then, of course, Elder Durand began his vision.

Scenes of both beauty and destruction were laid out before Toa, and he marvelled at both. The magnificence of what was once the city of heretics, Fenju, was a sight to behold, whereas the destruction of the world was horrifying. Visions of the Universe and of Arceus himself were displayed. The Original One was truly a sight to behold. For a moment, Toa wondered if he was truly seeing into the past, if he was beholding the great Arceus in his first moments of glory, shaping the Universe, or if he was looking at the illusions created by the old Xatu. Still, if it was an illusion, he of all people would be the one to detect it, yet he detected nothing. There was a distinct difference between an illusion and a vision; this was the latter. For a moment, all his anger drained out of him as he gazed upon these scenes, but then it returned the next one.

Toa saw a Zoroark with the exact same colouration as him...could it have been his father? No, this Zoroark was too young to be him. This was Toa the Blackhearted Duke, gazing at himself. The other Toa was not gazing back, however. He seemed entirely oblivious of Toa's existence, for the other Toa was too busy running for his life. The Zoroark ran as fast as he could, which was very fast, with various Pokemon pursuing him: the vanguard of the Crimson Company. Why were they chasing him? Why wasn't he fighting? The other Toa's body was riddled with burn marks and cuts, and one of his eyes had apparently been removed because there was an eye-patch over it. Toa looked on, horrified, as the other Toa stopped running and turned to face his attackers, a strong-looking bunch of Fighting types. The other Toa began the fight with an illusion of several Zoroark circling the vanguard, but it seemed as if the Pokemon saw right through the attack. One of them, a Gallade, instantly used his arm blade to stab the right Zoroark through the heart. All that could be heard from the other Toa was a deafening scream, before he finally faded away.

Then, total black. Toa knew exactly what had happened: he had died, and then the universe had collapsed, all because he'd decided to leave this specific group of Pokemon, and they'd failed in their quest to retrieve the Plates before King Aion. Until now, he hadn't realized the gravity of this situation...suddenly, petty things like disrespect and anger seemed like nothing, not when his life was in danger.

"Stop," Toa said as the vision switched repeatedly between his dead form and the eternal black of the collapsed reality. "Stop!" He screamed, and then, as if nothing had ever happened, he was back in the Sanctum of the Original One.

Something felt odd there...it was as if there were multiple presences in the room, but Toa figured it was the simple shock of seeing himself...die.

He turned towards Elder Durand, and did something he'd never have done in any other situation...he knelt. "I will do whatever is necessary..." He uttered quietly, still in partial shock, "to prevent this...from happening..."
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As he held his hand up toward the Zoroark, the dark one did the same to him. "Immunity or no, I will rip you to-" The Zoroark stopped speaking as the Gengar laid in his own opinions. Now that Reginard thought about it... he did feel a bit of shame and lowered his hand. What had he considered doing? Shedding blood in a holy place because he let his anger get the better of him? He had almost defiled his reputation with such callous actions. His stomach squirmed a bit as he could only imagine what thoughts were going through the elder's head due to his performance. However, it seemed the elder wasn't voicing his complaints now. No, they needed more than ever to unite.

Instead, the elder began to recite a tale Reginard knew quite well. The story of the creation of the world and detailing the plates Arceus possessed, the plates that gave him powers from each and every type, how they had become greedy and thus had locked away Arceus as a result. It was something Reginard came upon in his travels, though some places would tell the tale just a bit differently here and there, the same narration was always there, how a God had been betrayed by the very beings he had gifted life onto. It was a tragic tale, but of course the images were something new.

Reginard had to do his best to keep himself calm. In his travels he had heard much more gruesome tales, but the images of death that flew across his eyes did cause a bit of fear to rise in his soul. Then.. it changed. He saw himself standing on a battlefield. He didn't see the other heroes, but it was on some sort of plains. There were many dead pokemon around, but he could see his opponent was a Weavile. He was injured, bleeding from many cuts and he could see the Weavile licking the tips of his bloodied claws as Reginard struggled for breath.

"Hehe, mastery of psychic huh? Well, can't use your Miracle Eye while it's disabled, right? Hehe, give that old bird of yours a greeting when you meet him in the afterlife!" He sneered as he raised a claw and sliced it along Reginard's throat. As much as he wanted to look away from the scene, he also knew the elder wanted to let this lesson sink in, why else show them this? The lesson of cooperation. If they stood alone... no doubt this would be the result.

As the vision faded away, Reginard had to take a deep breath to calm himself down. Already the Zoroark had taken the lesson to heart, and it was his own demise that he would help them. The Gengar too had been deeply affected. Reginard locked away his emotions for now, they needed to show strength now, not anger or hate or sadness. About this time the Dewott and a Sceptile made their way inside and Reginard took a while to compose himself.

"If you truly desire not for this to happen, then we must work together. We have been selected as heroes because of the mastery of our elements. It is up to us to bring the plates together and save this world. We should gather ourselves and the necessary supplies and head out. Due to my travels I have a few ideas as to where the plates could be hidden... rumors here and there, but that is the best we have to go on now."

He closed his eyes, "First we must seal this place up yet again. What use would it be to go and search for the plates only to return and find the others missing or in the wrong hands? If we do not seal up this area, then we are only doomed to fail."
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The Crimson Captain leaned against the wall of the chamber, well hidden under the Stranger's cloak of shadows. Is the wall sacred, too? he wondered with a sarcastic grin that spread on his long snout, mocking the respect everyone showed to the altar of the God. Despite his cheeky mood, he was beginning to get nervous, watching Durand warily with his black eyes zoomed on him. What's that Xatu think he's doing? Elder Durand had tossed his robes, exposing his vulnerable body by spreading his wings. His powerful jaws would clamp the bird right through, but the Stranger seemed reluctant to commence with the trap. The slender, hooded figure was just standing besides the Krookodile, doing nothing but observe Durand's glowing powers and provoking Ser Mantarys's anger.

He was not going to have his authority challenged by a hooded coward. They had come here for a reason, to let these fools open the gates to the Sanctum for them, slip inside to collect the Plates and leave like gentlemen. Now that they were inside, the heroes were useless to them - Ser Mantarys would have gladly attacked and killed all of them the moment that fool of an Arcanine stepped on the gates and opened them. But no, the Stranger had other plans. He was curious to see what would happen inside was Ser Mantarys's guess, but suspicions rose when he saw Elder Durand shooting a thin beam of light towards him. Startled, the Krookodile almost charged in to start the bloody rampage he was so looking forward to all this time.

He cannot see me, came the Stranger's restrained, cold voice inside their minds. The men of the Vanguard stayed put, although many had slipped into battling stances, ready to ambush the heroes. Hold your posts, he commanded, still under the beam of light, but Ser Mantarys had different plans.

Piss on that, he thought back defiantly. He took two steps towards Elder Durand, still cloaked in the shadows of invisibility, intending to bite his head off. Just then, the Xatu vanished - everything became an image around him, and the Elder's voice started echoing. He said weird things as the room around them changed into different images which confused him, forcing him to step back. It all went by too fast, and Ser Mantarys paid little attention to the words as the colorful, bright images hurt his eyes, which were made to see in the dark, not the light. He brought the back of his hand in front of them, as to protect them.

Then the world went black. He did not sense any of the presences in the Sanctum, nor the power of the Plates radiating from nearby. Perking up his head, he looked around in this impenetrable darkness, only to see nothing moving. Usually, his eyes would quickly adjust, but not now. Seven bloody hells, what is this place? It was ahead of his usual self, but he started to panic. In the dream, he saw himself move through the darkness, trying to find a way out of it but sinking even deeper.


Durand


The walls of the chamber were changing colors between blue and pink along with his radiating power that made his body glow. The visions he had sent to the heroes were long subsided, but he was still keeping his psychic powers active and at ease.

With the corner of his flashing eyes, he saw the missing heroes enter: Faolan, Vincent and Roscoe. They slipped past the burning shadow essences of the mercenaries, towards the other heroes. It took him a while to realize Toa was kneeling in front of him.

"I will do whatever is necessary..." Toa said quietly, "to prevent this...from happening..."

Reginard stepped forward and Durand glanced at him, unsmiling, still brimming with power. "If you truly desire not for this to happen, then we must work together," the Alakazam said. " We have been selected as heroes because of the mastery of our elements. It is up to us to bring the plates together and save this world. We should gather ourselves and the necessary supplies and head out. Due to my travels I have a few ideas as to where the plates could be hidden... rumors here and there, but that is the best we have to go on now."

Reginard shut his eyes, suggesting they should seal the Sanctum. Durand nodded solemnly, the start of a smile forming on his beak. "And seal we will." He looked around the chamber, to the mercenaries, who thought they were hidden from his insightful gaze. Then, he turned his attention to the Zoroark, looking down upon him and steeling himself for what he was about to do. "You said you were willing to do what is necessary. You can start by disposing these heretics who dare defile the resting place of our God."

In a flash of white light, the shadows that engulfed the mercenaries were dissolved. The spell Stranger cast upon them was lifted. Fifty of the Pokemon were standing all around them, not having fully realized that they were visible once again... He fixed his brimming gaze on the slender figure of the Stranger, standing next to the Crimson Captain: Ser Mantarys, that tall Krookodile. The next moment, sharp metallic sounds cracked, as if sheets of iron were bending and breaking, and Durand unleashed explosive psychic power at the heretics. Those around Ser Mantarys were caught, bent and broken, their bodies lifted off the ground - dead before they even touched the ground. The Krookodile was able to withstand the attack, due to his dark type, but he flinched altogether. The Stranger was nowhere to be seen.

With another flash of energy, the Xatu strangled a Gliscor with his own black band of the Crimson Company. The mercenaries started screaming as they fought back, one of the Rhydons trying to reach Durand, only to be fended off by a punch Guardian shot. His entire body shook and despite his weight, he was sent flying. Guardian continued to defend his Elder from his assailants, while the Xatu continued to bombard them with explosions.


Tsulong


Tsulong's fierce roar echoed on the chamber in the God's hearing. He charged forward, taking a deep breath and razing the black bands with fire. Most of them caught on fire, the others he pounced at, hacked and sliced through them with his fangs as if they were made of paper. His avenging, righteous fury - a holy sort of one - was fueling his breath to become even more fire to burn down the King's men.

"The Crimson Vanguard dies here," he roared as he ran down an Ambipom tried to counter him with a close combat technique, braving his flaming mane. They will pay, he thought as he flinched under his foe's attack. Instead of stepping up and minding his defenses, he pounced at the Ambipom, overpowering him with his size. His flaming fangs bit harshly right through the black band of the mercenaries. For serving King Aion, they will pay - I will make it up to every single Indrasilian that died because of me. A Glalie stood in his way, but a swift figure took him out in the blink of an eye - it was Faolan. The mercenary fell on the floor, his icy armor broken by the immense blow the Mienshao had dealt him.

Tsulong hadn't time to nod to him. He found himself locked in combat with the Crimson Captain, who was screaming his fury back at him. Their eyes met - red ones against black ones, and they both snarled. He knew Ser Mantarys and despised him; he was one of the men King Aion had picked for slaughtering the Indrasilian forces while Tsulong and the other fire types burned the forest. The Krookodile knew his thoughts then. The next moment they clashed: Tsulong with an iron tail, Ser Mantarys with a vicious slash... or what seemed to be a slash. In fact, the Crimson Captain deflected the Arcanine's tail and dealt a foul strike to his side.

Tsulong winced, but his retaliation to the trick was equally vicious. His entire fur caught on fire and he charged at Ser Mantarys, who was too close to move aside and took the full brunt of the attack in his chest. "Bloody bastard," the Krookodile screamed, taking a step back. With a roar as an answer, Tsulong let out the remainder of his breath in flames, but to his surprise, the Krookodile replied with a slash of his arm that was coated in dark energy; it pierced through the flames and almost hit the Arcanine, who leaped out from his reach the last second.

The momentum halted. Tsulong snarled and Ser Mantarys grit his teeth, holding his wounded, burned chest. "You won't survive this," Tsulong snarled in anger, "you must be disappointed." But at the same time, he winced at the wound the Krookodile's claws had left on his side, which was now stinging and throbbing. It was a deep gash that made his mane drip with blood, staining the floor. At least the blood was shed for Arceus.

The Crimson Captain's jaws were dripping as well, not from blood but from saliva, his face screwed up in his fury. "'least I'll die happy, after I piss on your corpse," he rasped, spitting.

Tsulong was about to answer with another stream of flames, but his breath failed him, and Ser Mantarys, as a seasoned fighter, immediately knew it - and he grabbed the opportunity to charge in and finish him.
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As Vincent glanced around at the various others in the middle of the chamber, it was clear from their expressions and the way they were acting that they'd seen... at least roughly the same as him. The Zoroark was even kneeling in front of Durand, which took Vincent a little by surprise. He was about to open his mouth to say something to the Xatu before the bird spoke out and a bright flash of light erupted through the chamber.

Suddenly, they were all surrounded by what Vincent assumed was none other than the Crimson Company. Grasping his shells, he kept still, staring at the various figures around the outskirts of the chamber, who seemed... reluctant to attack. Or at least confused. Durand then let off with his attack and started snapping necks left right and center with his psychic abilities.

With everybody shouting and attacking everybody else, Vincent drew his shells and dashed off to the side, towards some oncoming company-folk, and with a few well-placed slices, managed to make quick work of them. A Machoke came along and took a few swings at him, but Vincent kept dodging, jumping about and delivering kicks and slices of his shells to the attacking Pokémon, doing a rather good job of avoiding attacks, though he felt himself getting hit here and there, and even got himself a cut along his cheek.

After having dispatched an Infernape, all throughout the battle not having used any of his water abilities and relying solely on his physical combat, he glanced over to the others and noticed Tsulong having a rather vicious fight with a Krookodile who seemed to be frothing with rage and some sick kind of pleasure. Seeing Tsulong having a bit of a hard time with his foe, Vincent grit his teeth and turned to make a dash towards the two.

Just as the Krookodile was preparing to swing his claws at the prone Arcanine, Vincent lept into the air and raised his right hand, a compact blast of water shooting out of the ground, which he landed on, surfing along on the top of it as he almost flew over towards the Krookodile, leaping off of it just as the water slammed against his side, sending the large Pokémon stumbling off to the side, Vincent landed besides Tsulong, breathing a little heavily, holding his shells at the ready.

"Looked like you needed a hand with this guy, hope you don't mind me butting in."

Tsulong chuckled grimly at the Dewott's offer and made to regain his breath, while Ser Mantarys snarled, looking down upon his new foe while cracking his knuckles. He did not seem the least bit weary, even after having taken Tsulong's flare blitz and Vince's stream of water. Pokemon like him had been hardened through a thousand battles and wounds, forged precisely to kill. His black eyes zoomed on Vincent, frantically noting his features. It all lasted for a second - the next, he was charging in, his jaws slamming shut towards the Dewott in a vicious crunch attack that would have torn the smaller Pokemon in half.

Vincent kept his eyes on their foe as he seemed to focus his glare firmly on him. Grasping his shells tightly, he prepared for his attack, but he hadn't expected the Krookodile to be as quick as he was, and Vincent only just managed to dive to the side to avoid the teeth clamping down where he had just been.

Mantarys snarled and turned towards the Dewott again, swinging his claws in swift succession of one another, launching a flurry of attacks at him. However, Vincent hadn't spend too much of his energy, and he managed to keep up with the slashes, parrying the sharp claws with his shells, keeping the two at a standstill, although Vincent was slowly forced backwards. The Krookodile roared in fury, increasing the intensity and frequency of his vicious slashes, putting pressure on the Dewott. Suddenly, unexpectedly, he spun around and slammed his huge tail at Vince's defenses. The intense blow shook him and he lost footing and hold of one of his sea shells; Ser Mantarys went in for the killing blow...

A stream of fire hit his side, flames licking his side and head, forcing him to sidestep and bring his arms to protect his body. He screamed in anguish and turned to the Arcanine, who was still standing on his feet, his side bleeding.

Vincent took a deep breath of air, snapping out of the somewhat groggy state, called down thanks to the thick tail having slammed straight into his stomach and sent him skidding along the floor. The roars and noises of the Pokémon battling around them returned to him as he quickly got to his feet, staring over at Mantarys, now looking straight at Tsulong.

Vincent bent down and dashed over to where he had dropped his seashell, picking it up in passing before narrowing his eyes, disregarding the aching in his stomach as he lept forwards, thrusting an arm forwards, sending an ice beam at the Krookodile, which hit his feet and froze him to the ground. The massive Pokémon turned to Vincent and bared his teeth, preparing another crunch, but Vincent landed on the floor and managed to leap upwards again, taking Mantarys by surprise as the Dewott pulled off a Copycat move, opening his mouth and clamping his fangs down firmly onto the Krookodile's arm which he tried to defend himself with.

Tsulong, seeing the opportunity, launched himself at the Crimson Captain with blinding speed and hit him full in the belly. His fiery fangs were sunk through his tough skin for a moment, until all went to hell. A loud, booming and hysterical laughter pierced their ears and Murkrows appeared from nowhere, flying everywhere. He saw them biting through his mane and into his flesh, but he felt nothing. His sight was engulfed with their black shadows and he panicked for a moment, having to let go of Ser Mantarys, who merged with the dark besides the crows.

The Arcanine and the Dewott stepped back from the crows, seeing the Krookodile being held by a dark, cloaked figure that was as tall as him. The Stranger. The hysterical laughter and the Murkrows had gone as suddenly as they appeared; except of the birds, who was standing guard on the Stranger's shoulder. Under his hood, his single left green eye was fixed on them, while Mantarys was screaming at him to let go of him, squirming and struggling in a grip that was far more powerful than it looked.

"We have no purpose here any longer," the Stranger said, "we are leaving." And with that, they became Murkrows who flew away to every direction.



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Reginard was glad that the elder agreed with him. It was basic intellect after all. They would leave, lock this all up and prevent any evil doers from carrying out the King's will. But the question now was, if they could do more to keep the plates safe? Surely if they could open it up, then the king's men would come at some time to try and open it as well, his agents were already in the city so had some seen what they had done? It was highly possible, which meant they would have to comb the city to find any surviving enemies and kill them. He was about to voice his opinion, but he quickly closed his mouth as the elder took the time to speak yet again.

"You said you were willing to do what is necessary. You can start by disposing these heretics who dare defile the resting place of our God."

Reginard was initially confused.
Herectics, inside the sanctum!? He... He couldn't see anyone though, were they dark types then? If so, then this battle would be his worst one. Luckily Durand was there to reveal the shadows in the darkness and Reginard watched as various pokemon appeared around them. The Alakazam felt his anger grow at their presence. These fiends, these... HERETICS! He watched as the elder began to lash out with holy anger against those that defiled this holy place. Reginard joined in his anger and began to grapple his own share of helpless soldiers, snapping their necks or simply crushing their windpipes and throwing their corpses off to the side. He broke the bones in an Arbok's body and slammed a Feraligatr against a Minccinno.

He was aware of the others fighting their own battles, but he had to ensure that there were no survivors. That goal seemed to be shattered though as loud laughter filled the air. Reginard's attention was grabbed by it as he saw some sort of figure... and Mukrows... many, many Mukrows. He could hear the figure speak... but it was barely a echo he heard as he saw the Mukrows.

It appeared in a flash, a black cloud that had consumed him. It was dark... the sky was so dark... he could see a bit of light, but it seemed to be near the ground. A fire perhaps? He could... he could feel them, pecking at him. He was swinging his arms... he was trying to get free.

Then like that the vision disappeared and he was still in the sanctuary. He noticed he was shaking from the experience and lightly sweating. He forced himself to take in a deep breath. Easy... he had to stay calm... he was calm. The Alakazam clutched his spoon and staff that much tighter.
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"You said you were willing to do what is necessary. You can start by disposing these heretics who dare defile the resting place of our God," came Elder Durand's reply. Then, the old Xatu proceeded to reveal to Toa and the rest of the group...the Crimson Company! Toa knew he'd sensed something strange. Being a Zoroark, he should have been able to see through these illusions...but these were unusually strong. He knew only one Pokemon who could create illusions stronger than his, and that was...

Before he had time to react, the Crimson Company mobilized. There were so many of them, it was hard for Toa to pick one specific target. Luckily, Durand began lowering the numbers with his Psychic fury, giving Toa the chance to rise. Within a nanosecond or rising, he realized how stupid it had been to kneel in front of Durand. The shock of the vision had faded, replaced with anger, and an insatiable thirst for blood. Blood which he could smell...to his right!

Toa quickly turned, detecting the Gallade just before he struck would've struck him with a Brick Break. The Zoroark swiftly shifted to the side, allowing the Brick Break to miss him just barely. He then immediately switched to offensive mode, slashing at the Gallade with a Night Slash. The Gallade used his powerful blade-like arms to block the attack, though his arms still received a good amount of damage from the strike. The Gallade then hopped backwards, away from a snarling Toa. The Gallade had an eye patch over his left eye, and his arms were unusually muscled for one of his species. "Oh...hey, I remember you," the Gallade began, "you're the Duke's son, eh? Weren't you supposed to get your head snipped off?" He used one of his blades to sharpen the other, "Well, since Aion wasn't able to do it, why don't I?" And with that, he lunged at the Zoroark once again.

Toa was enraged. How dare that simple mercenary speak to someone of his stature that way?! When the Gallade charged, he sidestepped quickly and attempted another Night Slash. The Gallade jumped over the slash just as quickly and retaliated with a Close Combat, considering the two were now near to each other. The Zoroark was hit quite a few times with the attack, taking noticeable damage from each hit. In the middle of the attack, though, Toa lanuched a quick Sucker Punch straight on the Gallade's eye patch. The unsuspecting Gallade quickly halted in his attack, clutching his face and groaning. Toa took the opportunity to quickly launch a double Night Slash at him with both arms, aiming for the head. The two slashes hit him directly, squeezing it between the two arms of the Zoroark. The horrible crack of the Gallade's skull could be heard before he fell to the ground, limp and lifeless.

The first taste of blood in a battle was always the sweetest. Toa howled in excitement and bloodlust as he looked around for his next target. Among the various Pokemon fighting in the Sanctum of the Original One, he spotted a powerful-looking opponent: a Machamp who was also clearly looking for an opponent to fight. The Machamp cracked his four sets of knuckles and looked around, apparently trying to spot a hero to fight, until he caught sight of Toa. The Zoroark stood right in front of the Machamp, snarling and ready for a fight. The Machamp quickly swung two of his four arms straight at the unmoving Zoroark, who took the full pain of the hit willingly. After cringing for a moment, Toa got back up, as ready for a fight as ever. The Machamp decided to go for a Mach Punch attack, going for the Zoroark with four Mach Punches at once. All attacks hit directly, and sent the hero flying backwards, coming to a halt in front of the wall.

Then, 'Toa' disappeared. "Right behind you," the real Toa snarled, but it was too late. Toa's Night Daze was fully charged. "Take this, Crimson scum!" the Zoroark then unleashed the full blast of his Night Daze attack came upon the Machamp. Despite the four-armed Pokemon's resistance to the dark type, the sheer, foul power of the Night Daze sent him flying back, dark burns and gashes of blood riddling his muscled body. The Night Daze also sent three other Pokemon flying back, even though it was only directed at the Machamp. Toa looked upon his work; the broken body of what had once been a powerful mercenary now lay scrunched up on the holy ground of Arceus himself. Toa could still smell the aftermath of his attack. His Night Daze always left a foul feeling drifting around the room after it had been executed.

Then, laughter. Cruel, powerful laughter resonated throughout the room. Toa held his own desire for blood inside him as he searched the room for the source, sniffing around, detecting a strange, ominous smell that was not the stench of his own attack. Toa finally rested his eyes upon a flock of dark Murkrow from which the scent came. The Murkrow soon manifested into a different being...one whose darkness could even be felt at a distance. The Stranger.

"We have no purpose here any longer," the reminiscent voice of the Stranger announced, "we are leaving." Then, with the Crimson Captain Ser Mantarys in tow, they disappeared.

Toa wasn't entirely sure what would happen now...tension filled the room as he waited for the Crimson Company to either keep fighting or try to escape like the cowards they were.
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"You said you were willing to do what is necessary. You can start by disposing these heretics who dare defile the resting place of our God."

As the Crimson Company was revealed, Roscoe hurried forward toward Durand. How the frick did they get in here without being seen?! There was little room for further thoughts as the Inner Sanctum exploded into a battle. Durand was using his psychic powers to crush those of the Company, and Guardian had already begun defending the Xatu from those he didn't catch. The Golurk was only one Pokemon, though, and he may not be able to keep an eye on all sides of Durand.

Away from where Guardian fought, another Rhydon made a move toward Durand. Roscoe stepped in the way, leaves glowing green, and slashed the Rhydon's chest with his Leaf Blade. He followed through with two more slashes, then ducked aside to avoid the Rhydon's Hammer Arm, which slammed into the ground. Roscoe took a moment to Drain the Rhydon before he Chipped Away at the Sceptile.

Immediately, Roscoe could feel his neck-seed coming to life, working to gradually heal his injuries with its stored energy. The Sceptile pushed back at the Rhydon with his Leaf Blades, alternately blocking the Rhydon's attacks and dodging as he struck again and again. It wasn't long before the Rhydon fell to Roscoe's attacks.

About four seconds after engaging a Quagsire, maniacal laughter filled the room. Roscoe turned his head just enough to spot Murkrows out of the corner of his eye, near Tsulong and Vincent. A dark, cloaked figure had a hold of a Krookodile, who was trying to get away for one reason or another. "We have no purpose here any longer," the cloaked figure said, "we are leaving." And they dissolved into Murkrows that flew away.

Roscoe turned his attention back to his further defense of Durand, if it was needed. He'd like to ask about the cloaked figure after the fight, and so would the other heroes, maybe. Once they were done with the Crimson Company, anyways.
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Tsulong jerked his head back, his eyes trying to follow the Murkrows, but they seemed to dissolve to shadows, to nothing. He cussed under his breath and looked around, the mess that had been made of the Sanctum. Guardian was finishing a Skuntank off with a Dynamicpunch that broke all of the Pokemon's bones in an audible crack.

"That seems to be the last of them," the Arcanine said wearily. The gash at his side hurt and he felt he was losing a lot of blood, but he had experienced far worse; this wound would easily heal with the help of the healers from Area 52. What had grabbed his attention was the Murkrows, who appeared to be attacking and biting him, but in the end they had not hurt him at all. Could it be that they were merely an illusion?

"Oh, what a bloody mess," Durand screeched, his voice echoing in the halls of God. "Get out, heroes... I will clean up and seal the Sanctum."

"This one will stay by your side, Elder," Guardian called out, standing guard by the Xatu.

Tsulong chuckled, trying to find it in him not to be agitated by the sight of blood in the holiest of places. "Best do as he says. Let's go back to Area 52... before any more of them come back."

He walked outside the Sanctum, with every step being a stab of pain through his bleeding side. Looking upwards, he realized the clouds that engulfed Mount Aegis's peak were gone. Another one of the Stranger's tricks, Tsulong reflected, his snout tightening. He focused on Reginard, recalling the powers Durand mentioned the Alakazam had. "Could you teleport us back to Area 52, Reginard? I don't think I can bear walking all the way." He laughed again, a reminder of his previous fierce roar.
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Pierce The Cunning Shadow ~ Inner Sanctum

Pierce stood in awe as the Xatu unleashed his psychic bombardment upon the revealed crimson company. It was astounding how many enemies he could cover at once. Thus the sacred grounds of the sanctum eruptedin utter chaos with the unorganized scrambling of the Pokemon attacking, defending, or being battered around. All around the Gengar, individual battles razed the area as the other heroes took to the elimination of the Crimson Vanguard. Pierce himself took no time to shroud himself into to shadows and attack within the enemy ranks unseen and disperse them from the inside.

Pierce took it upon himself to keep most of the stronger foes from advancing to close to the other heroes or Durand. It was particularly easy to cause disturbances in the tightly knit groups of Pokémon but it was somewhat vexing to corral the stragglers without being attacked from all sides. In the attempt to bring down a Hariyama, Pierce was confronted from behind three Bisharp ready to strike. However crafty, the ghost put the hulking fighting type to sleep with hypnosis and promptly launched the massive fighting type at the Bisharp with psychic, effectively disabling them under the Haryama's weight. After which he disposed of them bunch with a pulsing thunderbolt. Much too easy, the ghost thought snickering to himself. However he no longer smiled when he heard a familiar roar. The roar of Tsulong, filled with rage as he engaged Ser Mantarys from halfway across the Sanctum grounds.

Forgetting to hide himself(an error on his part), he attempts to assist the fellow hero as swiftly as he could. However he could notlevitate far before he was blindsided by the swift night slash of a honchkrow.The Dark bird tipped its hat like feathers as Pierce regained his bearings toface his attacker. "Good day foolish hero. I know you must be disappointed but, I'll be your opponent for now."

"Fine by me.", the ghost scoffed. "One less Crimson Guard to defile this place!" At that Pierce launched a well placeshadow ball that nails the bird in its chest. However the ghost type attack proved ineffective and the Honchkrow swooped down cloaked in blistering light with the power of Brave Bird. Pierce narrowly dodges the attack even with his speed as the flame like energy of the dark type's attack grazed his arm. "Come and try that again! I think you might want to aim for ME this time!", Pierce said mockingly trying to lure the bird at him again whilehe extended his shadow in all directions. Without a doubt, the angered bird dove down with brave bird, nailing the ghost with full force, but was surprised to see that the Gengar made no effort to evade.

Suddenly the Honchkrow reeled back in pain as well as many other crimson company pokemon around them within the vicinity. Pierce had utilized destiny bond to use the bird’s attack against him, striking him down as well as the numerous pokemon around them. However Pierce himself was no exception and was barely standing from the force of the blow. “Keh…”, was all he uttered ashe used once last thunderbolt to singe the bird down to its feathers. After he had recollected himself, Pierce looked to where Tsulong had fought and saw that the Stranger and Ser Mantarys vanished into what looked like as warm of murkrow. He weakly hovered over to the Arcanine as well as the Alakazam. The Gengar said nothing but gave a grin and a re-assuring nod.
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Old June 1st, 2013, 08:53 AM
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Reginard Asphos

Reginard took in several deep breaths to fight off the nausea that had overcome his body. The Alakazam struggled to look back at that image that had popped up, but for some reason he couldn't see it anymore. He knew what he saw and he could remember the general idea of the image... but the specific image itself, the image of what was around the area was now gone, almost as if it had sealed itself away somewhere deep inside his mind. He tried to pull it back out but his focus was cut off by the discussion that happened. Durand, as expected, was angry that blood and guts had been spilled inside the sanctum despite that being the best thing to do at the time. Such a holy place should never be covered in such vile and unholiness of those that opposed the gods. He was already calling for them to leave while the Guardian and himself cleaned up the area.

Reginard sighed as Tsulong came up to him to ask him to teleport them all back to Area 52. "Yes... I can. Just let me gather my thoughts, I need to be calm to use the ability." His voice still shook a bit as he looked through his own memories before he saw the scene he wished to teleport to. "Alright, everyone grab hold of me. Do not let go during the journey."

He waited for all of the heroes to grab on before he ported away back to Area 52. The Alakazam landed them in the same place they had left from and coughed a bit. "We must rest a bit... and I need to focus. Excuse me please." He made his way away from their presence and already began to try and dig up the image from before. Mukrows... why were there Mukrows?
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Old June 4th, 2013, 01:53 AM
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Vincent 'Vince' The Wanderer – The Sanctum

Vincent breathed a little heavily from the scuffle he and Tsulong had had with the Krookodile, who seemed like quite the formidable foe. However, as he was rescued by this Stranger that Vincent could’ve sworn he’d heard tales about during his travels, he backed off, glancing to his injured companion and then to the others, seemingly finishing off the Crimson Company.

“… Feh. If that’s all they had, I’m surprised they got this far.”

He then glanced to Durand who seemed to suddenly start fussing over a bit of rubble, broken bricks, the wall cracking in places, ice, fire, leaves and the like littering everywhere… okay, maybe he was in the right to fuss over it. Stretching out and taking a deep breath before wincing, placing a hand against his side, he rolled his shoulders and headed outside the sanctum with the others.

He took a moment to reflect on the fight that had just happened and what he had seen in that… vision of what was to come if they didn’t find the plates before the king. He stepped over to the edge of the plateau and looked out over the land, breathing deeply while taking in the sight. He blocked out everything except for the wind gently breezing across him, grasping the end of his long scarf, making it billow behind him.

Snapping back to reality, Vincent glanced over his shoulder as the Alakazam, Reginard, agreed to bring them back to Area 52 and Vincent couldn’t help but break into a little grin at the thought of getting himself a drink and something to eat on top of that fight. “Sounds good to me.” He murmured as he stepped over and grabbed a hold of the Alakazam’s leg. Shutting his eyes, he cringed for just a moment before feeling solid ground under his feet again, opening his eyes and letting go of the Alakazam once more.

“Yeah, resting sounds good.” He stretched out again, ignoring the pain at his side as he glanced back up at the others, still gathered, giving them a little grin.

“I dunno about you lot, but I feel like I could do with a drink and a nice, big bowl of stew. I’ll be at the tavern if anyone wants me.”

And with that, he turned again, the scarf billowing behind him as the Dewott made his way down the hill they were stood on, towards Area 52 where the Pokémon were still casually milling about. It didn’t take him long to get to the tavern, pushing the door open. There weren’t that many people in there, and those who were, didn’t really pay much of a mind to Vincent, which suited him just fine. He moved up to the bar and climbed onto one of the stools, giving the Machoke standing behind the counter, cleaning a glass, a nod as he reached into a pouch attached to his vest, at the small of his back, and pulled out a couple coins, placing them down.

“Nice, strong drink and a bowl of your finest stew, please.”

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Old June 5th, 2013, 01:28 PM
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The Inner Sanctum - Area 52

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Roscoe took a deep breath, the glow on his leaves dissipating. A few new tastes today, but he hadn't had the time to fully enjoy them in the middle of battle. Looking around, Roscoe winced at the damage that had been done to the chamber. Bit surprising that we haven't been struck down, he thought, glancing at each of the other Pokemon. Seemed like they all came through alive, which was good. "So, Elder," Roscoe began, turning to face the Xatu.

"Oh, what a bloody mess," Durand screeched, his voice echoing in the halls of God. "Get out, heroes... I will clean up and seal the Sanctum."

Okay, then, I'll ask about the cloaked one later. Especially since Tsulong said it would be best to leave. Roscoe stayed where he was for a moment longer, looking around at the Plates. Eight were present, and he noted that the Grass Plate was missing. Shrugging, Roscoe turned and followed the other heroes out of the Inner Sanctum, arriving in time to hear the Alakazam speak.

"Not leavin' me behind this time," Roscoe stated, joining the others before the Alakazam teleported them back to Area 52.

This time, the teleport wasn't so bad for the Sceptile. Stepping away once it was over, Roscoe stretched his arms for a second before turning to go. He wouldn't mind some food and rest, as well, but he needed to make a quick stop before he get anything at the tavern.

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Not a lot of Pokemon in here at the moment. Roscoe stopped at the bar, sitting on a stool next to the Dewott. "Whatever he got," the Sceptile requested, pulling a few coins out of the small pouch he'd grabbed from his current residence.
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Pierce the Cunning Shadow ~ Area 52

Here they were back at Area 52. Pierce exhaled softly as he took in his familiar surroundings. The Alakazam that had transported the heroes there walked of rather awkwardly. The trip was swift and smooth, but that's to be expected from such type of travel. The Alakazam mentioned recuperating from the days events. It wasn't such a bad idea and it could allow him to peacefully sort out the day's events. Wondering if the other heroes had alike thoughts he turned to the battle-worn group, however to his surprise it was the usually quiet Dewott that broke the silence.

“Yeah, resting sounds good.” The Dewott said stretching out.

“I dunno about you lot, but I feel like I could do with a drink and a nice, big bowl of stew. I’ll be at the tavern if anyone wants me.” With that, Vincent was off.

Pierce wearily scratched his spiky tuft of fur on his head. "Uhhh, I'm not really one for drinking.", the ghost said aloud to no one in particular while shrugging. "Some nice warm tea is what one needs to clear the mind." Pierce looked at the remaining heroes all at once and said; "Take it easy", with a smile, his eyes beginning to glow with the ever aging evening. The Shadow pokemon then promptly headed towards his dark carve to rest and recollect his thoughts. He didn't actually have any tea himself and it didn't cross his mind to maybe ask the Arcanine if there was any in Area 52, but he thought it would be a bother to go all the way back. Instead he busied himself by softly rehearsing a song on his ocarina, the echoing of the cave reverberating the fine tones back in forth with every note.
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