Silvermoon
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Post by Silvermoon on Feb 16, 2024 13:25:30 GMT 9
Breaking out of a clearing, a modest temple emerges from blood-colored leaves. It has long been abandoned, moss overtaking stone, branches spilling from the roof. But some part of it still sings, the roof a gleaming sunrise, glass windows refracting the colors of bright days.
The large wooden double-doors are shut, the handles decorated with sun motifs. There is no keyhole, or visible lock. There is only golden filigree, and the recess for something round.
The temple hums, with power, with potential- something that only needs to be unlocked, unleashed. Are you capable of doing so?
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Silvermoon
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Post by Silvermoon on Feb 16, 2024 13:32:41 GMT 9
Silvermoon looked up at the temple. It stood against the Birchwild, something defiant despite all that tried to take it down. They looked at it, shifting their grip gently, metal scraping gently against stone.
Frowning, the shifted the rock in their hands, and pulled up their message log again.
Silvermoon waved the message away. They looked a bit stronger now, in armor and their feathery cloak- but were they? Was this something they could do?
Unlock the temple doors, the prompt said, so Silv decided to start with the obvious- both tugging and pushing on the doors. Which didn't work. Naturally. |
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Saint
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Weekend Warrior
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Player Name: Angelo Alvarez
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Post by Saint on Feb 16, 2024 14:15:38 GMT 9
The day was already starting off strangely.
Saint had logged into the game, only to be greeted by a single message:
HEAR ME AND OBEY.
Very… disconcerting, to say the least. Still, he stood calm in Birchwild, reading over the note.
And true to its word, he did find the stone in his inventory. He held it now, thumbing the smoothness, trying to squint at the gold at the edge. Gold, again. It brought back memories. He wondered what it could mean, in this game—wealth? Abundance? But gold held no value here. And as material, pure gold was far too soft for anything useful, needing to be mixed with other alloys before it can be used in jewelry. To make anything like armor would be unwise.
(Why had the food been gold?)
He shook his head. He wouldn’t get his answers just standing here.
Know that to have allies is to have options. Saint opened his friends list, trying to see if there was anyone he could contact for help, and was relieved to see the green tick beside Silvermoon’s name. He debated messaging them, only to realize their marker was also in Birchwild.
A short walk later, and a voice would call from behind them:
“Liryo!”
The crunch of leaves as he approached, eyes wide. He had hesitated, but coming closer only confirmed the gleaming knight he’d seen from afar was them. Under the autumn light, their armor and billowing cloak shined brightest in the clearing.
“You look incredible,” he chuckled. “Like you’re a hero about to take on a dragon.”
His eyes moved to the abandoned temple in the clearing, the hum of power that seemed to silence all else. And again—gold. His hand curled tighter around the smooth stone in his palm.
“How did you find this place?”
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Silvermoon
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Post by Silvermoon on Feb 16, 2024 14:49:50 GMT 9
"Liryo!"
Silvermoon turned, face already lighting into a smile. "Saint!" They called, reaching for him. "Oh, I- um, thank you!" They said, preening softly under the praise. "I- I hope there aren't any dragons..."
At the question, they glanced away. "Oh, um..." They paused, and drew the stone from their inventory. "I- got this quest, I think, um, and it gave me this. Um, and also directions here."
Silvermoon held the stone, warm even through the armor. "Ah... but, um, why are you here? Did you get a- umm, Daybreak Stone?" They asked, laughing a bit. It sounded a little silly... |
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Saint
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Weekend Warrior
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Post by Saint on Feb 16, 2024 15:12:27 GMT 9
Silvermoon reached for him, and accepting came naturally enough, Saint pulling them into a hug. As easily as holding their hand on the back of Zapdos, on a wishing ship, and in crowded San Francisco streets. It was comforting, and grounding.
Saint tilted his head at the sight of the stone. This one was also perfectly smooth, yet the whole of it was a soft yellow. A miniature sun, and even with his hand only hovering over its surface, he could feel the warmth radiating off it.
“I was looking for you.” He first answered their question. “About something pretty similar, actually.”
He pulled out the Eclipse Stone from his inventory, presenting it to them. “This one is called the Eclipse Stone. When you said quest, did you also get a weird message?”
Had it been a summons? A crease settled between Saint’s brows. “Mine didn’t ask me to go anywhere. It just gave me this stone, told me it would help further my potential. And I guess, it encouraged me to have allies.” It called me a Sacrificial Lamb.
He smiled. “So it led me to you. But… now what?” He turned to the temple and the large wooden doors. He had seen Silvermoon try the usual methods. It was firmly locked.
His eyes landed on the recess replacing the lock on the handles.
“Maybe we should try putting them in those holes? If yours is Daybreak, it might suit the sun patterns better. I’ll try mine if it doesn’t work.” |
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Silvermoon
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Post by Silvermoon on Feb 17, 2024 1:52:08 GMT 9
Silvermoon listened intently, eyes flicking down to the eclipse stone. it was pretty, too... But no one else had shown up. Why had only they and Saint gotten them?
"Further your potential... No, mine just asked for help. There was a darkness in their home..." They mused. What sort of darkness? Something literal? Metaphorical? They had no idea-
But Saint was here, to help. And that meant a lot.
"Now... uh, we get the doors opened. It's just a puzzle, right?" Silvermoon frowned. They didn't... play games like this, too often. Once in a while they did Professor Layton, but...
But Saint was here, and smart. Silv looked at the warm stone in their hands. "Oh- you think it'll fit?" They asked, reaching to socket the gem against the door. |
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Silvermoon
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Player Name: Kasey Lilacina
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Post by Silvermoon on Feb 17, 2024 1:52:44 GMT 9
Once the stone is set, it glows faintly from within, glittering and gleaming. The filigree on the door reveals iself to be the sun's rays, and with the crack and groan of time the doors open outwards.
Inside is a sprawling masterpiece of marble and mosaic. The floor gleams, walls decorated in arrays of color. Still, though, time and distance weighs heavily on the temple, dust haunting every corner, each noise echoed and solemn.
Such as the clack of claws- from the main hallway comes an espeon, gem gleaming from the shadow. But the paw that steps forward is not soft pink-purple, but edged an opalescent teal green.
Its body is mutated, too many heads, too many ears, paws hanging limp from shoulders, tails lashing and knotting together.
Worst are its eyes- not where they should be, and instead scattered around the creature's body in full- on limbs, inside the long ears, curled around the tails.
They all fix, blue as night, on Silvermoon and Saint, and it lets out a terrible, mouthless scream.
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Saint
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Weekend Warrior
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Post by Saint on Feb 25, 2024 10:46:34 GMT 9
The door opened. Saint was rendered speechless by the chamber that lied within, a grand hall of marble and ancient décor. “Whoever this temple was for, they were well-loved,” Saint mumbled, fingers brushing against the twinkling metal railings. Every step here was echoed, and he was distinctly reminded of the cathedrals back home, designed to sing back to the choir.
But what sang for them was the farthest from angelic. Taps of something, like a cane—or a clink of metal. He turned his head, eyes wide at the sight of what emerged from the main hallway. “That’s—!”
In a vague sense, it was an Espeon. In a blatant sense, it was the stuff of nightmares. As if you took an Espeon and put it in a blender. Its rolling pupils landed on them by the hundreds, and he could hear its scream rattle his ears despite it having no mouth.
Cursing, Saint fumbled for the right Poké Ball. The battlefield was vast, but connecting the platforms were bridges that could accommodate two people at best. A Gyarados falling into the chasm below would meet a rather unfortunate end. Or they would, crushed under such bulk.
“I’m sending out my Vaporeon,” he said to Silvermoon, as the aforementioned Pokémon burst out of his ball and landed before the strange creature. He made no effort to lower his voice. There was no point. “If that scream is anything to go by, I don’t think it’s only using traditional senses for this fight.” Dread overcame his features, pulling his mouth down. “It might be reading our thoughts.”
Mobility aside, Fondue seemed to be a good call. The vaporeon had never been given to strong reactions, and whatever thoughts he may have had regarding his bastardized cousin were indecipherable from his expression and body language. His tail swayed behind him, fins splayed to show alert, not alarm.
Yet Saint worried regardless, because while he could trust his Pokémon, there was no telling what a glitch—was it a glitch? Was it corruption?—what this thing was capable of.
“Haze!” Even if it can predict their strategies, he can still play safe. A thick, black fog rolled across the marble, enveloping Fondue and the Espeon and rolling off the edges of the platform. “Then Swift!”
Fondue growled, his form briefly outlined from the dim—in a starry glow that burst from his body in a stream of sharp light, homing in on the opponent as if magnetized. |
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