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Old August 24th, 2013 (11:39 AM). Edited August 24th, 2013 by The Prince of Sweet Sorrow.
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... UNTIL THE FIRE NATION ATTACKED!!! Haha

She sure runs a tight ship, mate. xD Good job. I'd love to see this intelligence of hers being put to use. There's a flaw, though: the Pokemon of Area 52 are just harmless scientists and villagers, Elder Durand wouldn't have her brought over with force. Before I accept you, see that you fix this.

The Crimson Company would do something like that. They're the mercenary group the King has hired, and they're the baddies, so to speak, and they are capable of kidnapping somebody for her wits. Especially the Trade Prince, who runs them... perhaps you would like us to explore that route privately in PMs, or would you rather think of something else?

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@ray Sounds like an idea to me, but for what purpose would the Brotherhood capture me, instead of killing me outright? Would they think I'm a spy for Aion and try to interrogate me for info? Or do the Heroes all exude a certain air about them, signifying that they were who they say they were? Just wanted to clarify before my first post.
No, the heroes cannot be understood by common Pokemon. The Brotherhood doesn't always kill on the spot; they take prisoners when they can. They're a very religious bunch who strongly believe in Arceus and put the trespassers through trial, for their God to judge them. That's exactly what happened to the heroes, they were taken (or rather, went there on their will) to the Forest's Heart so they could be tried.

Maybe Jackson and Loria could be in the same group, and they were captured and brought to the Forest's Heart.
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Old August 24th, 2013 (12:12 PM).
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Oh, I had no clue about that xD I guess I can change her history; I usually just assume that if the characters are enlisted through some organization that some of them are captured and forced into it. Fixed that. Anything else wrong?
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Old August 24th, 2013 (12:22 PM).
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Quote originally posted by PJBottomz:
Oh, I had no clue about that xD I guess I can change her history; I usually just assume that if the characters are enlisted through some organization that some of them are captured and forced into it. Fixed that. Anything else wrong?
The people of Area 52 =/= the Anonymous Brotherhood. The Brotherhood lives in Duskwood, where the heroes are right now. I imagine Loria would be promised wealth by the villagers of Area 52, not the Brotherhood; the Brotherhood does not contact outsiders.
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Old August 24th, 2013 (12:29 PM).
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I shall wait until Loria is accepted, then we could meet and go from there.


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Old August 24th, 2013 (12:32 PM).
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Er, well, not really. ._. Loria was going to do her own dramatic entrance in front of everyone. At least, from what I was reading, that's what I deduced her into doing. She's technically late, so... yeah.
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Old August 24th, 2013 (12:41 PM).
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Old August 24th, 2013 (12:51 PM). Edited August 24th, 2013 by The Prince of Sweet Sorrow.
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@PJBottomz you're accepted.

@siiadams & PJBottomz your characters have been captured and brought to the Forest's Heart. You may make your entrance there.

Here's Roscoe's map for everyone:
Spoiler:


It's an old map, though, Rivershire and Woodshire have been destroyed by the Crimson Company.


Also, a list of the Pokemon in our group:
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The ones I control (created by me and players who left):
  • Tsulong the Examplar of Fire (Arcanine)
  • Howland the Exiled Alpha (Sceptile)
  • Guardian (Golurk)
  • Pierce, the Cunning Shadow (Gengar)
  • Faolan the Wicked (Mienshao
  • Toa the Blackhearted Duke (Zoroark, currently absent)
The ones currently controlled by players:


  • Vincent, the Wanderer (Dewott)
  • Reginard, the Cronicler of Tales (Alakazam)
  • Roscoe the Leech (Sceptile)
  • Loria the Frozen Witch
  • Jackson the Dark Brawler
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Old August 24th, 2013 (01:15 PM).
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Welcome aboard, both of you! Looking forward to getting to meet you in the RP :D
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Old August 24th, 2013 (02:29 PM).
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Aha...so many characters you control, ray...no wonder I got confused when I went back to read

At any rate, so all of a sudden me and Loria are to come in, being brought forward to Lord Zeke. As he decides to conduct the trial, the letters can be brought forward, he'd read them...and everything would be cool?

I prefer the dumbed-down version so my head would stop hurting... :D


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Yes. sii, I'll start off with my post. I'll lightly bunny your character so that you can still have your chance to react and whatnot.
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Old August 24th, 2013 (02:35 PM).
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Old August 24th, 2013 (02:47 PM).
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Good, I'm glad you guys agreed on something. Also, siiadams, it wasn't my choice that I got so many characters to control. 3 guys left, and I'm not up for killing off their characters, as that would harm the story.
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Old August 24th, 2013 (02:54 PM).
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Please don't get the wrong impression, ray. I wasn't complaining or anything. I think its kinda cool to have that many characters at once and keep their stories straight. I know I couldn't do it! :D


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Old August 24th, 2013 (02:56 PM).
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Lol mate, I control many more characters than those I listed... you'll soon realize this IC. xD
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Just out of curiosity, is it possible to have the hero's mastery different than the types he/she/it is? I'm almost positive that it does have to be the type of the hero, but I just want to be absolutely positive. If it can not be different, I'd like to reserve the Electric type. Otherwise, hold on! I'd like to reserve a different type.
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Old August 24th, 2013 (03:39 PM). Edited August 25th, 2013 by The Prince of Sweet Sorrow.
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Quote originally posted by OfficialPikadex:
Just out of curiosity, is it possible to have the hero's mastery different than the types he/she/it is? I'm almost positive that it does have to be the type of the hero, but I just want to be absolutely positive. If it can not be different, I'd like to reserve the Electric type. Otherwise, hold on! I'd like to reserve a different type. :)
Yes, it is possible to possess mastery over another type; I can have my Arcanine have mastery over ground, when he is fire type. Also, no more reservations. You'll have to impress me with your SU, as more players are pending.
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Old August 24th, 2013 (03:45 PM).
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Quote originally posted by Ray Maverick:
Yes, it is possibly to possess mastery over another type; I can have my Arcanine have mastery over ground, when he is fire type. Also, no more reservations. You'll have to impress me with your SU, as more players are pending.
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I'm glad that I'm not limited to [type-of-pokémon-here], and, instead, I can be a master of any type that I want, provided it's not already taken.
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Old August 25th, 2013 (09:22 AM).
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It's great to see more people showing interest. Welcome aboard, sii and PJ!

And yeah, it is possible. It just makes sense for some Pokemon to go with the type they are, the way I see it.
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Old August 25th, 2013 (11:40 AM). Edited August 27th, 2013 by OfficialPikadex.
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M A U S O R A
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Thunderstorm"

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Mausrai, "The Thunderstorm"
A mix of the Japanese words マウス (maus, mouse), の (no, of), and 雷雨 (raiu, thunderstorms)

Age
14

Gender
Male

Species
Pikachu

Elemental Mastery
Electric

Appearance
Mausora is no problem to tell apart, which could be good or it could be bad. Apart from being less than half the size of your run-of-the-mill Pikachu, his vibrant red cheeks and chocolatey brown patches of fur are just a dull, dark grey. Mausora is also somewhat distinguishable through his "beautiful green eyes", coming from past ancestors.
I also have an image for it. Please check attachments. I need more posts to "add URLs", which apparently includes adding my image straight from my clipboard.

Personality
Ever since birth, Mausora has been aiming to become more talkative. No matter what he thinks to himself, he just can't seem get over his shyness. He always tries his hardest, whether that leads him to satisfaction, or leaves him with nothing. Despite the fact of him being incredibly shy, Mausora tries to be kind to the people around him. When he gets the chance, that is.

Aside from this all - sometimes, Mausrai can have a BIT of a temper. Whenever he is pushed to a certain point, something deep inside of him just seems to snap. Usually, he'll deal with this by discharging short bursts of electricity at the ground, causing minor damage. But sometimes, just sometimes, it can get a LOT worse. By that, I mean he will lose all control. He rarely - if ever - remembers any of this, but the proof lies before him. In this time, he hurts others. Sometimes a sore foot, sometimes a broken leg. Mausora destroys many precious items, windows, and doors, all without even knowing what is happening.

For the most part, Mausora thinks of himself as the definition of a weakling, but, in the same breath, he knows, deep down, he has power. He can do more than he even considers, but all he needs to do is gain the courage. Mausora's had to face more than he's ever even gave time to think about. Sometimes, Mausora despises the fact that he looks so different. Other times, he's grateful to be such a unique Pikachu.

History
(three paragraphs again. From the place of birth, to how you ended up in Area 52)

Moves
Thunderbolt, Volt Tackle, Quick Attack, Signal Beam, Iron Tail, Thunder Wave

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(let me know how you write!)

This is not finished yet. I'll make an attempt to finish it soon.
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Old August 26th, 2013 (11:17 PM). Edited August 27th, 2013 by The Prince of Sweet Sorrow.
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Today, me and Sir Bastian are going to make a joint post to initiate the second part of the ambush. Stay put and true, everyone. :D

Oi guys, here's a previous post of mine, in case you have any taste of getting to know Howland and the Brotherhood better.

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Howland



As he stood in the predawn chill watching Rodrick butcher a rodent they had caught, Howland listened warily to the silence of the forest. Black smoke billowed in the air, marking their failed attempt to light a fire on the damp wood. The Pignite's hands moved deftly, his daggers removing the white pelt; the work had to be done quickly, before the scent of blood drew Mightyenas or worse things from the shadows.

"That'll do it. We'll have our bellies full once it's roasted," Rodrick said. He was like a shadow himself, too thin for a Pignite, though bone hard. Hunger had driven him half-mad, Howland could see. He himself fared much better. An aged Sceptile, hunger and the woes of live were not new to him. He was of lean build, with immense black circles under his eyes that made him look as if he hadn't slept for weeks; two deep gashes adorned each of his thighs. He guarded the secret of their origin better than his own eyes.

"We hunt in the wrong place," Howland observed sullenly, looking at the dark forest. Duskwood, they called it, and for a good reason. "This is not our territory, or have you forgotten? Even crossing these woods is unwise."

"The Brotherhood doesn't come round this way," Rodrick said, waving his thick hand in dismissal. Howland clutched the curvy scythehook on his belt all the same. He didn't share his certainty; the Anonymous Brotherhod scourged all of Duskwood, claiming the region and defying the rule of Cyala. The forces of the citadel were unable to stop them, as their skirmishes crippled the great armies that hoped to meet them in open combat when they marched through the forest. But the Brotherhood knew the area too well and they had eyes everywhere... Howland had heard it said even the birds had joined them. As for the travelers hoping to reach Cyala, they had best take the Golden Road around the forest. Wanderers were to be killed on cold blood. He couldn't imagine what would happen to poachers.

Howland suddenly jerked around.

"Heard it?"

"Heard what, man? Might be it's only the wind that whistles through your empty head," Rodrick said and roared his laughter. Howland was deaf to humor, though.

The branches of some nearby trees shook as Pidgeys flew away, terrified from laughter. Below, the bushes rustled, something approaching. Howland considered his options. Charging in was too risky. Staying in place put him in danger of ranged attacks... he was ready to draw his dirk and decide then, when a Clefairy appeared. A Pokemon that could harm him not.

"Mary?!" Rodrick leaped to embrace her and Howland eased his hand away from his belt. "How's it that you're alive? We thought you lost."

Mary seemed to have been weeping. Hard. She wasn't pretty, but she could sing well. That didn't help them in the forest in any other way than to attract enemies. Howland was reluctant on taking her with them, as she would only slow them down, but Rodrick had insisted. His fellow was too gallant to leave anyone behind in that village Cyala had burnt to the ground. Howland had been there as well, where he befriended Rodrick; though he did not see how that friendship benefit him any. His foolishness and stubborn spirit were like to get them all killed.

Something was awry, though, Howland could feel it in his bones, weathered bones that were hardened by a hundred battles; his instincts were screaming. The little Clefairy sobbed and swept her tears away with the back of her hand, staring at the ground.

The shadows behind her moved and something thrummed from the trees. A bolt stuck through Rodrick's chest. His eyes opened wide in surprise and he clutched at the thing with both hands, before he fell backwards. Mary started screaming, stopping abruptly when another bolt emerged in her chest, drawing the breath and life out from her. Blood trickled down her belly as she fell. Howland drew his dirk and scythehook, vicious pieces of steel, and looked around warily, his heart thumping in his chest. The shadows melted, becoming the assailant that seemed to be one with them.

A Zangoose with a crossbow was standing in front of him; his malicious half-smile reached his terribly scarred left green eye. The fur on the side of his face was wild and unruly, spiky tufts of it shining even in the dusk of the predawn. He glanced quickly to the white pelt of the rodent Rodrick had skinned, then back at Howland, clutching his empty crossbow.

"Havin' fun, hunting in our forest as you are?" he rasped. He didn't sound the least bit of angry, only amused. "Your little friend here," he pointed a claw at the dead Clefairy, "led us to you. Kind of her, no?" He laughed.

The Sceptile did not speak or move. He could attack, but he dared not. Crossbows could not fire two shots in such a short amount of time. There was a second crossbow nearby, and Arceus knew how many shadows around him could also melt. He flipped his scythehook in his hand and slipped into his battle stance. One, five, a dozen, a hundred if they were, he would still fight. He was afraid to die, but if that was his fate, he would have it the way he had lived: by the blade.

The Zangoose walked past the burnt wood, boots crunching in wet ground, to stand over the carcass of the rodent that was steaming in the chill. He sheathed his crossbow behind his back, on a belt that was hanging across his chest, exhaling as he studied the area. Howland observed the Pokemon, judging him as an able fighter, maybe a Pokemon who could give him trouble. Their eyes met.

He was grinning in amusement, mocking him as he spread his arms, leaned forward, gasped, then laughed.

"A fire, really? You thought you'd light a fire in our forest, and... we wouldn't see it? You think us blind?"

Howland nodded towards the Pignite without looking at him. His blood had become a pool underneath him. "It was his notion. To cross through here, to hunt, and to light a fire. I tried to talk him out of everything."

"Wait," the Zangoose said, holding his arms up. "You mean to tell me... you didn't want to be here?"

He considered his words for a few moments. "No," he replied finally, "I did not."

"But you belong here, my grassy friend," the killer with the crossbow rasped in his terrible voice, "you're a Pokemon of the forest, aren't you?"

Howland could feel being mocked, but the years when mockery could move him were long gone. He licked his lip.

"Do you know who I am," the Zangoose suddenly asked.

"No," he replied curtly.

"Lord Zeke the Ruthless," he said, just as curtly.

Howland scowled, regarding him brooding. This is Zeke the Ruthless, he thought, the leader of the Anonymous Brotherhood himself. The world hasn't seen his face in so many years that they have forgotten what he looks like and what species he is. Zeke the Ruthless was said to raid villages around Duskwood, claiming the eggs of the folk and killing their newborn, but he believed it was only propaganda the Cyalans promoted to turn the Realm against the Brotherhood. Still, he did not look like a kind man. The notion that he was a lord sounded absurd."Lord Zeke? Lord of what?"

Zeke the Ruthless spread his arms once again, showing him the forest around. His green eyes were opened wide, as if to say, it is quite obvious. "Duskwood. My home. Which you three intruded," he said, tilting his head and eyeing him menacingly. "This is our own Realm. And trespassers are committing a grave crime. You don't go 'round intruding the palaces of lords, do you? You saw what happens," he chuckled mercilessly. "Tell you what, though. I'm a kind man - no, don't listen to what they say. My ears tell me you don't lie when you say it wasn't your doing you ended up here. Chased off by the Cyalans from that village, weren't you? You're an honest true man, I know."

"Aye, I am honest," he said, unable to figure out how Lord Zeke had pieced that out. "We were forced to run. They burnt and pillaged and killed... they claimed we would be safer under the cover of the trees."

Irritation flashed across Lord Zeke's face, his eyes shone in fury; it was a scary thing to behold. "Under the cover of the trees, it's us who take shelter."

"I told them so," Howland said calmly, "I would have followed the Golden Road, but it is overrun with Cyalans. I never meant to intrude in your Realm. But there was never a choice to begin with."

"Well, we'll just let Arceus decide if you're as innocent as you sound. You're honest and true. An honest and true man believes in Arceus, that's known."

"It is known," Howland agreed, but then he grunted quietly and shook his head. God is cruel, he thought sadly, I know that first-hand, his eyes lowered to the gashes on his two thighs. He was ready to ask how Arceus would decide he was innocent, but Zeke motioned his hand, looking somewhere behind his shoulder. A massive shadow stepped into the light, standing a head above the Zangoose leader; it was a Nidoking, looking as hard and vicious as Zeke. Another Pokemon landed from a tree next to them, a Lucario whose fur was a dull grey instead of blue, a crystal hanging down his neck. Soon, Pokemon kept appearing from the trees around him. He looked behind him, all around. He was surrounded. All of them looked tough Pokemon with angry, unforgiving faces. Everywhere he looked, the Anonymous Brotherhood was staring down at him.

"Let Arceus see the truth... if you had no part in the decision of you coming here, he will know it, and he will pardon you," the Lucario said in a solemn voice that took Howland aback. He did not sound wild. On the contrary, he sounded like a man who has been through books and books. What is such a man doing amongst these savages?

"We'll give this honest and true man a trial," Lord Zeke announced, his voice echoing. "And Arceus will be the judge." Seeing the confounded look on Howland's face, he laughed. "Trial by combat," he explained, and Howland understood. He had to champion himself into a duel with another Pokemon who would be named his opponent by Lord Zeke.

"Who will it be, then?" he flipped his scythehook again, looking around, weighting the Pokemon of the forest. They all looked equally vicious. Lord Zeke patted the ribs of the Nidoking who was standing close, sending him forward into the mud puddles towards the Sceptile.

"Looks to me my brother Victor here's real eager to answer your call."

The massive Pokemon nodded and stepped forward, pumping his huge fists and gritting his teeth. Bells were hanging from his ears, producing a high sound every time he moved; Howland's eyes wandered all over the Pokemon's body, studying him. As a Sceptile, he stood a little bit taller, but his opponent was way more bulky, and his body was sturdy, covered with hazardous poisoned spikes he had best keep away from. Yet he wielded no other weapon. Speed is key here, Howland thought to himself, but if he manages to poison me, time will work against me. He noticed an Ursaring leaning to Zeke's ear.

"What happens should he prevail?" he asked in a low voice, making the leader turn around, but the Lucario next to him replied for him before he could get to it.

"If that is Arceus's will, there must be a reason... for there always is."

"Small chance of that," said another Pokemon which Howland could not see, "Victor's gonna pummel that punk to the ground. Haven't you seen what he does to those Cyalans?"

The forest shook with the laughter of the company. Howland noticed this Victor did not so much as smile. He wasn't smiling either. One of them would lay dying in the dirt soon, it did not seem a fun matter to him.

"Joseph," Lord Zeke called out in his raspy voice, "get on with this, the boys are itching for some blood, heh."

The Lucario named Joseph walked into the mud puddles, between the two combatants. He removed the crystal that was hanging from his neck and lifted it high above his head. The shadows shattered as all the colors of the rainbow danced inside the crystal and onto everyone's faces. The priest started murmuring in a quick paced solemn voice. "Arceus. Look down to the earth and bear witness to this trial, find the truth in this man's soul, grant him life and freedom if he bodes us and our forest no ill will, grant him death if he is guilty of such." His voice echoed off the trees.

When the echo had died away, Joseph the priest lowered his crystal and departed in a haste, to regain his spot next to Lord Zeke, who leaned over and whispered something in his ear. The priest chuckled, his laugh sounding absurd after the holy manner the words he said carried. A wind blew through the trees, ringing the bells on the ears of the Nidoking. They stood on a good distance from each other, measuring and observing. He will bull rush, Howland decided, flipping his scythehook again in readiness.

"Fight," Lord Zeke commanded.

They circled around the mud puddles, their feet already soaked. Treacherous ground, to his advantage, Howland noted, seeing the Nidoking had no trouble sticking his heavy feet out of the mud.


Howland presented only his side to his opponent, crouching slightly so his eyes were just above his scythehook and at the same height with his opponent's. In Altica, he was known to fight like a panther, holding both his weapons as if they were parts of his arms. V
ictor swiveled forward, his claws meeting the curvy blade in a parry. Claws and steel rang together once, twice, testing. Howland backed off from the mud. Bells raging, Victor came after him, charging ferociously in an attempt to quickly overpower him, but the Sceptile nimbly jerked sideways, slashing past his shoulder with one of his leaf blades. It was no good. Victor turned to face him, unharmed, and pressed forward, trying a megahorn in a rush. He gave way, his face a stony mask of concentration, his eyes cold, never leaving his foe. The Nidoking charged again, but he leaped away, hopping on a moss-covered rock. He circled around him, awaiting the next charge, which came faster than the previous, head-first in another megahorn attack.

Howland's scythehook curved around the Nidoking's head horn and he pulled hard sideways to change his direction; as the Nidoking lost balance, his dirk slashed past his ribs. He grunted, stumbling splashing on the mud.

"Bloody bastard," he cursed under his breath, his huge arm brushing past the gash Howland's dirk had left on his side. Blood trickled on his thigh. His next charge came with such ferocity that caught Howland off guard. He was taken down in the ground, mud and blood filling his mouth. Excruciating pain boomed on his shoulder as he tumbled backwards, quickly regaining his balance. The Nidoking had fallen as well, but he was getting up quickly.

"Finish him, Victor," somebody called out from the crowd.

Howland cursed the God. His head ringing the same tune with his heartbeat, he stepped backwards, out of the mud.
He realized he would die from the poison on his shoulder, if not by the Nidoking himself. His foe came at him, the bells on his ears screaming; his last rush would have torn Howland in two... if he had not thrown his trump card. The ground beneath the Nidoking erupted and roots tangled his feet. Normally, his ultimate move would have drawn a recoil in his strength, but he had not managed to use it fully. In a desperate strength he thought he had lost, Howland swung his scythehook through his foe's large ear, hooking and flipping him sideways; the Nidoking fell on his back, spikes stuck on the ground.

The Sceptile was on him in a heartbeat. He stepped on one of his arms and locked the other in his scythehook, keeping it at bay to expose the bloodied chest. He drove his dirk through it with all his weight behind it, under the arm and through the ribs. Victor shuddered and lay still.

Silence hung over the forest. Howland took a step back from the corpse. His weapons left his hands, falling on the dirt, the roots withdrew in the ground. He fell on one knee, clutching his shoulder; his head throbbed just above the eye and blood clouded his vision. He could feel the poison running through his veins. This is how I die, then, Howland conceded. A grim, faint smile adorned his face, touched with the complaint and sadness, the feelings that best filled his life. A pity I never got the chance... to...

"Is it over, Lord Zeke?" somebody asked stupidly from the crowd.

Howland looked at Lord Zeke. The Zangoose's hard, green eyes regarded him in a grim manner, reflecting his own figure; his face was solemn and mature, all the ferocity and malice from before gone. Strangely, the leader of the Anonymous Brotherhood seemed not as wild or evil as he had originally thought. Why, he almost looks like my father. The insane thought came unbidden to him, with the last shard of his strength. But his father was neither a Zangoose nor alive.

"Aye," Lord Zeke said finally, "it's over." Then he patted Joseph, ever so softly, his eyes still fixed gravely on the Sceptile.

The Lucario walking towards him was the last thing he saw before he closed his eyes.
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Old August 28th, 2013 (10:15 AM). Edited September 13th, 2013 by Garet.
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Name: Vallckran Vor'lero; Vallckran the Warlord
Age: 70 years
Gender: Male
Species: Garchomp
Elemental Mastery: Dragon

Appearance: The obvious one-word description would be <i>big</i>. Vallckran is half a foot taller than the average Garchomp, putting him at about six-foot-nine, with more muscle mass than many Garchomps he's met. A slight limp in his left leg is not indicative of Vallckran's prowess. Secured around his neck is a Shell Bell painted black, with the red heart that is the Crimson Company's symbol painted on the front. Despite its name, the bell is silent.

Personality: "I'm sure someone somewhere would call me a supremacist. I admit to it, but it's tempered with the reality that I must work alongside non-dragons. Now if only a real dragon were on the throne..."

Vallckran wouldn't say that to just anyone, of course. In fact, there are very few Pokemon whom he'd deem worthy of hearing his deeper thoughts. The Garchomp hardly calls anyone friend, non-dragons less so. As he sees it, dragons are inherently greater than other Pokemon in pretty much every aspect and therefore should be in charge of other Pokemon. Non-dragons? Expendable. Vallckran normally overlooks the fact that several species of Pokemon can do things that dragons can't. There are a few rumors circulating among those in ranks below him that he doesn't eat just wild Pokemon. Vallckran does nothing to deny it, as he believes it helps keep the lesser Pokemon in line for fear of being the Warlord's dinner.

With that in mind, Vallckran isn't a dumb Garchomp. For all his dislike of non-dragons, he has long realized that he's in no position to eliminate or enslave them all. He can't get things done with just the dragons under his leadership, either, so Vallckran's had to keep his personal feelings out of the spotlight. He expects the same out of all Pokemon under his leadership, and that's to get the job done as efficiently as possible. Efficiency and accomplishing the goal take priority over personal preference.

Vallckran isn't a Pokemon of simple pleasures. Unlike a certain Krookodile, he didn't become a Crimson Captain purely for the privileges it would bring. One of Vallckran's goals is to attain as much power as possible. It's what he is meant for, so he thinks, and if he's able to get other worthy Pokemon into positions of power, all the better. Seeing as he's somewhat disowned by the dragonlords of Acanthus, Vallckran has set his sights on another goal. A secret which he would kill for.

History:
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A lot can happen in seventy years. In what would be the depths of winter for the rest of Altica, Vallckran was hatched to one of the dragonlords of Acanthus, a Garchomp and a purist named Ratimir Vor'lero. Ratimir's bloodline was pure Garchomp, and it made sense to him to mate with another Garchomp with a pure bloodline. Vallckran's mother was Tihana, whose bloodline was comprised of dragons, if not just Garchomps. Ratimir had little interest in her once he got the one hatchling.

Vallckran had little chance to learn what 'fun' meant, nor was he allowed much of a purely social life. His life was composed of training under his father's tutelage, combined with an education heavily bent toward painting dragons as supreme above all other creatures. This continued until Vallckran was about sixteen years old, when his training culminated in an early evolution. Seeing that his son was now a Gabite, Ratimir decided to take it a step further by forcing Vallckran to learn to fend for himself, through trial and error. Vallckran was thus dumped in the lower reaches of the Montajo Range, away from settlements.

It proved difficult at first, considering the change of scenery and the resident Pokemon who hadn't yet learned how vicious Vallckran could be. After a few weeks, one of the few Pokemon who wouldn't leave the Gabite alone was a Fraxure named Viktor. He was the only other sentient dragon in the area, apparently a hermit whose range centered on the banks of a river that flowed north toward Tri-Way Town. Vallckran drove Viktor away whenever they met; he also raided Viktor's hunting grounds whenever the Fraxure seemed to disappear for days at a time. Another irritation in Vallckran's life was an Espeon who took an interest in stalking him almost from day one. She wasn't scared away like most other Pokemon; the only good that came from her presence was the occasional hint that Vallckran was being watched. It irked him to not know who would spy on him or why.

Vallckran never got the chance to see if his father would return for him. After a year and a half of living solo, he came across a group of twenty or so Pokemon. Hunters, search party, soldiers, lost travelers...he didn't know who they were and didn't care, as he'd grown more feral than civilized due to isolation. Vallckran hadn't lost his sanity, though, he was smart enough to tail them from a distance. However, the wild Pokemon in the area had begun to become scarce for the season, and that Ponyta looked tasty... As each day passed, a Pokemon or two would disappear from the group. A week and a half later, others came across the remains of the last seven or so Pokemon in the group. Another week passed before Cyalans were able to track down and trap the responsible Gabite. Vallckran never answered the question of whether he'd eaten those twenty-odd Pokemon, whom he was charged of killing.

To his surprise, Vallckran was approached by Viktor with a message from Ratimir. Vallckran's mother, Tihana, had an illegitimate son, Vallckran's half-brother named Jalal who was close to his age. The message basically told Vallckran that if he wanted his punishment to be lenient, he would hunt down his half-brother and bring back Jalal's Shell Bell as proof of his death. Vallckran was given two weeks of freedom to finish the hunt; after that, he'd be hunted down himself. In short, the hunt lasted a week and a half. It was the first real challenge in a long time for Vallckran, who was placed in the Cyalan army. None of this deterred the stalker-Espeon from following Vallckran.

The Gabite didn't gain much prominence in the common ranks until the age of 21 or so, when a civil war broke out with Aion leading one side. Though he'd had time to relearn how to live with other sentient Pokemon, Vallckran never lost the instincts of a vicious hunter, which were now coupled with both his father's previous training and the soldier's training he'd received. The Gabite showed no mercy to the enemies he fought, left no survivors if he wasn't held back. Through experience, Vallckran learned how to defeat his opponents, how to lure Pokemon here or there and trap them. In a way, war was simply a larger version of hunting to him, even when Vallckran was promoted into having soldiers under his command. Not a big position, but his efficiency soon spread to those under him.

The first highlight of Vallckran's career came toward the end of the civil war. Skyhaven was taken by Aion's armies, which moved on to other battles and left a contingent to hold the city. It wasn't long before enemy troops returned and surrounded Skyhaven, threatening to take it back. It was Vallckran who first proposed a trap. Zoroarks and a few other Pokemon among Aion's soldiers created a convincing illusion of dragons coming to rain fire upon the enemy troops, who turned and began to flee. In their confusion, they'd been cut off by the majority of soldiers from Skyhaven, spearheaded by Vallckran and a few other leaders. No survivors were allowed to live. It was this, combined with Vallckran's overall performance and a recommendation from his father, that drew Aion's attention to Vallckran in particular.

Soon after the end of the civil war, Vallckran accepted an offer to join the Crimson Company; being a dragon and hunter at core didn't sit well with being any sort of officer in the Cyalan army. In the years since, Vallckran looked forward to the challenge in assignments akin to hunting, gaining both a reputation and experience. His success allowed him to rise through the ranks of the Company over time, becoming first a Garchomp after several years and then a Crimson Captain around the age of 54. Some years into his new position, Vallckran had been pinned with the title 'Warlord', and for good reason. During the Indrasil rebellion, Vallckran and a contingent of the Company remained in Skyhaven to keep an eye on the city's residents, as they were not trusted at the time.

About two and a half years ago, a fanatic Cloyster attempted to assassinate Vallckran. Though the Garchomp killed the Pokemon, he was left with a limp and an obsession over somehow overcoming his weakness to ice. Vallckran made little headway in this regard, and time passed before he was given his next big job. Leading a small Company research team, Vallckran headed for the cold reaches of Coldarra in search of the Ice Plate. He paired up with the local Fire Tribe for a time before moving on with his mission.

A few months passed, and Vallckran returned to Cyala as the sole survivor of the Company research team, only telling King Aion that he failed to acquire the Ice Plate. Being a dragon that returned from Coldarra alive added to his reputation as the Warlord, as Vallckran waits for the next assignment.

Moves: Dragon Claw, Sandstorm, Flamethrower, Poison Jab, Draco Meteor, Sand Tomb

Others: A bit of elaboration on Vallckran can be found here and here.

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Hey guys, do you want more challenge in your lives as heroes? I should come up with another Crimson Captain... now that Garet and Trever are also making one, HELL WILL BE UNLEASHED!!!
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Name: Venetia
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Species: Venusaur
Elemental Mastery: Grass-type

Appearance: Venetia contains very little difference from any regular female Venusaur. Perhaps the only difference is that she doesn't have a smirk so much as a scowl that says, "I want to snap your neck."

Personality: She... she... ugh. How would one go about this? Venetia is probably the whiniest, the loudest, the outright most annoying thing to ever existence within the confines of Altica. Nothing, and I mean nothing, is ever good enough for her. She complains about every single thing that has ever happened, that is happening, and whatever will be happening. She is unrelentless in her complaining, and will not be satisfied until something goes her way, or her ideas are included somewhere, anywhere. She just can not stand anything that exists in this world besides herself. If she could have it her way, she would like to live in a world of endless nothing with just herself. Even then, she'd probably complain that the darkness was too dark.

... Okay, so maybe that's an exaggeration. She does complain a lot, though, and it just pisses off anyone who has to listen to it in excess. Coupled with her unsatisfaction of everything comes with a pure hatred of every single person she's ever met. It doesn't matter, male or female, or trans, or tree, or whatever you are; she hates you. She hates you, and if she hates you enough, will probably want you dead. If she hates you more than that, she'll probably try to kill your herself. I mean, it's like hatred on top of hatred on top of hatred on top of... you get the point. She's hateful, and even if she hasn't met you, guess what? She hates you. Oh sister, she hates you.

But not everything about her is bad. Oh, far from it. She's good. She's reeeeal good. She's smart; like, really smart. She's got brains out the ba-donk-a-donk, and is the mastermind behind many of Crimson Company's attacks and battle strategies. She also oversees the training of the newer members, and on occasion will help Januario sort the funds (but she hates him too, probably more than anyone in Crimson Company). She has infinite knowledge spanning across the last however many years her brain could retain knowledge. It's hard for her to forget anything she learns, and she can memorize numerous items of information at an incredibly fast rate.

Venetia isn't only smart; oh no, she gets worse. She's a fighter. You might think, "Oh, she's a Venusaur, she's just slow as all hell." Well, when she suddenly appears right beside you and you're screaming, "WTF RUSRS M8," you'll know that she's a fighter. She will beat you so hard that your coffin will have dents in it, and she won't even be at your damn funeral. She does not let up on a fight until either her opponent is dead, and I mean dead, or she gets hurt. She's just evil and mean and just stay the hell away from her and maybe you'll be able to survive the day. Maybe.

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Moves: Leaf Storm, Solarbeam, Sludge Bomb, Earthquake, Sunny Day, Frenzy Plant
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WIP. I can't wait to make this one. Y'all are in for some big surprises
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