[ti]location[/ti] PRECIPICE SHRINE

How did he end up here?

This entire place was the reason (and source) of his rage, pettiness, and just overall general bitterness towards majority of the EU server…

How ironic was it to see that in the North American server, that it was just another ordinary shrine—wait, what was that movement he saw up there?

Either way, he knew he shouldn’t linger too long here; saying a quiet little prayer before departing.

some introspective thoughts at the [NA] Precipice Shrine

The pit is different.

It's less hopefully. Less full of falling warmth and the embrace of the descent. Less trusting.

There's no spiralling ice sculptures to walk between. No whipped wind to still in his moment of prayer. Nothing to indicate that the queen of the wilderness has heard him and bestowed her blessing.

It's empty.

Glace stares into the abyss, and feels himself grow a little numb from the chill.

"It's time to return to the fire," he says to Popplio, as he sends a brief message to Celeste detailing the location of the communion.

There was actually no particular reason why he had to go all the way here to heal after the duel between crustacean and cat. Eru, with her recently equipped Support class, could now heal wounds that were not in the form of flames (a fact that Kanya plenty appreciated), but there was still something about the shrines that ensured that the healing was completed in full. This particular shrine though was much more ominous than the others they had visited so far. All had been much larger in presence and atmosphere, but this one...this one extends all the way down rather than looking up. Out of curiosity, Arthur peers at the hole, but he otherwise saw what he had expected: an endless abyss. In a way, he was happy he did not see anything else.

He grimaced and pulled away to ensure that all of his body was over stable ground. For a moment, he felt a chill go up his spine, and a memory slipped into his mind: a garbled silhouette, but clearly a person (a player?) standing over the pit and tossing a fish into the darkness. He realized that this was where some of the Magikarp came from in that little chef episode of his.

He shuddered and suddenly felt sick. It was not that he didn't find their act morally wrong - he understood it as playing the game as intended, and he was planning on trading away some of the Pokemon he caught to who knew what. That memory, however, was not just imagery but raw emotion, and he felt the sensation of being pulled to the pit, of falling, of his very soul being undone until there was nothing, nothing at all.

Eru asked if he needed some healing. He shook his head, simply saying he did not want to stay long.

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+1 Shrine Master Req: Make a shrine post
+1 Shrine Master Req: Heal at every available shrine

Another close call... Morpheus was confused. How could the Venipede manage to hit his Glaceon strong enough to get her back to half HP? Maybe something might have happened while he was out of the game for a while. He didn't know what kind of changes were made though since he didn't have time to see the latest patch notes for UNOVR.

Either way, he needed a Plan B and he knew Yukina wasn't enough. Maybe... The answer lies in his HUD.

Ruby didn't know the name of the flowers that now surronded the Precipice Shrine, but she did know that it was all because of her. The Lavender that had once been symbolic of the Princess were gone, and these were what remained.

There were some days where she walked all the way to the shrine to go to the Dream World, instead of simply opening a portal from home. This was one of those days. She had something to do here. This place had become such a second home to her, that she once debated setting up a permanent tent outside the shrine, but the realization that other players would mess with it stopped her from just, moving out entirely. Only occasionally trips.

"Darling, can you bring them here?" She'd turn around, sitting on the edge of the shrine and dangling her feet over the edge.

They had very little time to prepare for war.

"Of course, Ruby." The Indeedee smiled softly, carrying a small blue egg, ice-cold, and constantly surronded by mist. She carried it over, gently placing it atop Ruby's lap before moving to sit down beside her.

Holding onto the egg with one hand, Ruby would reach up to gently pat the Indeedee's horn with the other in thanks, before returning her attention to the egg.

"We don't have much time, little one." She'd mention, letting out a long sigh as she brushed her fingers against their shell. "We need your strength. So I bring you here. To the shrine of your father, to his crown. That his blessings might be upon you."

The egg of course, did not respond.

"So, did you finally learn how to hatch them?" Darling suddenly spoke, some nerves in their tone.

"I did. My brother taught me. Uh- orioncayge, that is." She had to clarify, chuckling quietly. "There's a few steps that has worked for people. So, before the raid, we're going to be going on a journey."

"Mind if I ask, why now? Why are we hoping they hatch before the conflict?" Darling spoke, curiously tilting their head as she sensed Ruby's resolve.

"Well, I learned a new power, my dear." She'd turn her own head back down, and suddenly a matching pair of horns would form on her own head, spiraling outwards as they formed from beneath her hair and stretched out. "And let's just say, I have a plan."

Shalin was so excited to get to work on Ostellia's wild Pokémon that she had completely forgotten to heal her party after the Hearteater raid! Embarrassed that she had to walk to the Precipice Shrine, the shrine most closely associated with psychic Pokémon, it took her longer than she wanted. Thankfully, she wouldn't have to make the walk again; after her first visit, she was able to register it as a fast travel destination.

Walking up to the precipice of the pit, she placed her Poké Balls in front of her. Moments later, psychic energy began lifting them across the pit and back. A wave of lethargy came over her, causing her to let out a huge yawn. Shaking her head, she saw a distant tooltip only her Beta Tester class let her read: the exact location of the Dream World's entrance and more information about the mysterious realm.

Her Pokémon returned to her, she clicked open the Beedrill's Poké Ball, now fully restored. Sitting in the wasp's saddle, the feedback from the insect's wings beating woke the green-ette up. It would be a long flight back to the Drowned Harbor...