[Safari Zone] RaZoR LeAf's SaFaRi TrEk (DL | Emerald | BTPoke| Oslo)

[RaZoR LeAf]

BTPoke's Safari Trek



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Grave's Yard
A frightening place where all the worst stories originate.
Home to Ghost and Dark type pokémon, you may find a rare Psychic type, but only the bravest dare tread here.

Round Thirty-Three

You place the Polaroid on the desk, and reposition the telescope, pointing the lens directly at the full moon. A point of focused light appears to burn a perfectly focused image onto the photo, so you fiddle with the zoom until the focused beam is wide enough to encompass the entire image. Sure enough, it looks like a fire spreading across the flimsy photo, but beneath it, is the fully formed image. You blow the last flecks of black off and gather with your pokemon to look at the newly developed photo.

Based on what you saw in the blurred image earlier, you can now clearly make out a large archway with a demonic gargoyle at the peak. Water is pouring down either side of the gargoyle's head, as the monstrous form appears to be splitting the flow from above. Behind the waterfall is a large tunnel, and at the very bottom you can make out the top of a metal doorway of some kind, hidden in the shadow at the end of a tunnel. All around the edges of the waterfall are ivy and other climbing plants.

"Any ideas you two?" you ask Haunter and Litwik.

"I don't know," Haunter says "I've never seen anything like it."

- Ponder the Polaroid for longer
- Work some mojo
- Explore

[RaZoR LeAf]

DarkestLight's Safari Trek



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Skyline Terrace
A strange town, all within the treetops. Long since abandoned by humans, the MASSIVE amount of Pokemon that live here all seem a bit strange and off kilter.
The completely aerial town is connected by boards, and the homes all resemble traditional Japanese style.
One would think the townspeople were turned into Pokemon here!


Round Eighty Five




You and Vigilance take point following the surprisingly spry Bonsly along a rickety series of pathways. Elegance accompanies Cobalion just behind you whilst Darwin takes up the rear, keeping a close eye on the surroundings. Every so often, Bonsly looks back over its 'shoulder', sees you follow it, yelps and picks up a little bit of speed but can't hold the burst for more than a few seconds.

It's not long before you reach a tall Pagoda with a large bronze bell on the top floor. Bonsly runs up the steps and pushes open the large wooden doors before running inside. Obviously you follow him in.

"Grandfather, the temple has been breached!" the Bonsly yelps and runs up to an old and creaky Sudowoodo that is barely able to move. A Cinccino is helping him to move piles of scrolls.



"Calm yourself grandson, speak only the facts to me." the old man says. His body may be old, but his eyes flick up to meet yours for a second before returning to the Bonsly.

"Yes Grandfather. A woman came to the door, accompanied by three ghosts. One of the ghosts was pulling a large sack. They attacked the priests there and entered the temple. I hid out of sight and watched her approach the Wall of Tales. It was like she knew where the secret..." he hesitates and looks back at you, but the Sudowoodo insists he continue. "the secret panels to open the wall to the chambers beyond. As soon as she crossed the threshold and the door closed I came here. This person just arrived at the Terrace and started following me here."

"You were right to come here straight away. Go and alert the priests, tell them to prepare."

"Y-Y-Yes grandfather!"

The Bonsly scuttles off and the Sudowoodo motions for the Cincinno to follow him. When he is alone, he turns to speak to you.

"I know why you are hear swordsman, your arrival has been foretold in one of the many legends of Skyline Terrace. When the well of life is plundered by death, three wandering swords will fall from the sky. A battle will be fought between this world and the next. Fear not the coming of the trinity of blades, for only together can they cast out the darkness and restore life and light. I believe this is you."


- Well I am pretty legendary, tell me more
- Fascinating, but we have a job to do

[Oslo]

I'll get between them (with Buneary slinging a Protect around the two of us just to be careful) and tell them to break it up.

[DarkestLight]

Intriguing.

My coming ..foretold *_*

Ahem. Do you have anything here that we could read to use to our advantage?

[BTPoke]

I'm gonna try heading up to the attic to see if I can get a good vantage point of the area.

[RaZoR LeAf]

Oslo's Safari Trek



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Warwick Meadows
The wispy winds that blow through these flowery fields elicit a relaxing feeling. The Pokemon that prosper here are all subdued
and content with a laid back way of life. Pollen counts are high here, so allergy sufferers…beware.

Round One Hundred Five

You leap out of the cave and have Buneary use protect. Within seconds of you appearing the shield is struck by fire and ice on one side, and electricity on the other. When the dust settles, Buneary drops the sheild and stares down Raichu, whilst you do the same to Mac.

"Ah! You! You see him attacking me? You see how violent he is!" Mac shouts straight away. Raichu stays silent. "Now that you're here you can help me get rid of them, and then we can all go back to the village."

"I haven't seen Raichu do anything different to you. You both attacked each other. Why don't you tell me exactly what's going on here? We can sort this out like civilised beings."

"Huh. You wont get anything civilised from this brute." Mac snorts. "It's just like I told you before. He took over looking after the troubled children and then the trouble started up again. They burnt down my house so they could steal our crops unchallenged."

"How did they burn down your house Mac?" Raichu asks quietly. You notice Luxio and Pikachu have appeared at the opening of the tunnel.

"How? With fire attacks obviously. What a stupid question!"

"You're the veteran trainer Mac." Raichu continues "Do you really think Luxio's Fire Fang is enough to ignite and burn down your entire house in a matter of minutes?"

Mac hesitates for a second, then his guise changes from stern yet angry trainer to a sly, slouching figure that wouldn't look out of place in a gangster movie.

"You're smarter than I gave you credit. I should have done more than just poisoned you, I should have ended you as soon as you found out my secret. I'll put things right. Right now."

Mac's Charmeleon and Wartortle step forward and get ready to attack.

- Attack
- Defend
- Run Away

[Oslo]

Electric Pokemon, all of you should use Thunderbolt on Wartortle!

Buneary, subdue Charmeleon with a Fake Out + Sweet Kiss combo! Then lay on the Water Pulse!

Moonscape, I choose you! Subdue Mac with a Telekinesis + Psychic combo!

[RaZoR LeAf]

Emerald Gen.3's Safari Trek



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Grave's Yard
A frightening place where all the worst stories originate.
Home to Ghost and Dark type pokémon, you may find a rare Psychic type, but only the bravest dare tread here.

Round Fifty



With the Hoarfrost circling you, George umps into action. He lets off a Flame Thrower at the first Sneasel, who curls into a ball and starts mewling, causing the other Sneasel to come to its defence. A second flame thrower engulfs that Sneasel too causing both the younger pokemon to hiss and scurry away into the shadows.

"Cowards!" the Weavile hisses.
"Too much fire! Too much flame!" the Senasels reply as they vanish into the woods.

Weavile turns to George and slaps her claws together, sending a burst of dark energy at the young fire type. George shields her face, and doesn't see Weavile leap over her head. The ice pokemon lands gracefully behind George and blows another cold blast of icy wind at George's back. George yelps, but spins around and unleashes a brilliant blast of flame.

Weavile hops backwards but cannot escape the fire. Her fur catches alight and leaves a smouldering burn upon her back. The other two Sneasels reappear on the edge of the forest land.

"Too much fire."
"Too much flame."

A horrible chill comes over you and the forest. peices of snow and ice begin to fall from the sky as a hailstorm is whipped up by the two cowardly Sneasels.

- Attack
- Run Away

[Emerald_Gen.3]

please just come with us and sing a melody and we will leave you alone, if you do not come with us we will have to keep attacking, george if they dont come with us then use work up then flame wheel at the weavile twice

[RaZoR LeAf]

BTPoke's Safari Trek



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Grave's Yard
A frightening place where all the worst stories originate.
Home to Ghost and Dark type pokémon, you may find a rare Psychic type, but only the bravest dare tread here.

Round Thirty-Four

You and the four pokemon head upstairs to the attic. When you reach the top of the stairs you find yourself in a fairly dark and dismal looking room that is filled with trinkets and heirlooms, some of which appear to date back thousands of years. There is a faint humming noise coming from within the room, but as it's not particularly big, you can't quite determine it's source. There is one smaller stairwell in at the back of the room, that leads up to a balcony and a four way window that looks out over the entirety of the house and ; considering you're at the top of the house now; the surrounding area.

Looking back at your pokemon, you see Liwtik playing with some old bits of clothing that he's found, and Sake doing his best to put them back where they were, unharmed by the playful sprite. Haunter is floating nearby, looking around with a confused curiosity. Rosalinda is staring into the middle of the room, as if focused on something.

- Speak with Sake and Litwik
- Speak with Rosalinda
- Speak with Haunter
- Head up to the windows

[RaZoR LeAf]

DarkestLight's Safari Trek



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Skyline Terrace
A strange town, all within the treetops. Long since abandoned by humans, the MASSIVE amount of Pokemon that live here all seem a bit strange and off kilter.
The completely aerial town is connected by boards, and the homes all resemble traditional Japanese style.
One would think the townspeople were turned into Pokemon here!


Round Eighty Six




"Hmm.." the old Sudowoodo begins "Yes, these scrolls here may be of some use to you. They have much information on them with regards to the legends of Skyline Terrace and the old stories that have been passed down from father to son. You may find something of use amongst them."

The Sudowoodo ambles aside and directs you to a pile of parchment and old scroll. Some of them look so old they risk falling apart in your hands, but some appear to have been copied onto newer scrolls. Is it any wonder legends get misinterpreted? Someone get these pokemon an iPad! Thoughts of playing Angry Birds linger on the back of your mind, but you push them aside in favour of solving the mystery before you. The newest scrolls are lined up ready for viewing.

The Well of Life
The First Birth
The Golden Gift
The Ancient Swordsman

- Read one of the scrolls
- Ww need to take action now

[RaZoR LeAf]

Oslo's Safari Trek



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Warwick Meadows
The wispy winds that blow through these flowery fields elicit a relaxing feeling. The Pokemon that prosper here are all subdued
and content with a laid back way of life. Pollen counts are high here, so allergy sufferers…beware.

Round One Hundred Six

Electric pokemon appear from every corner, jumping out of pits in the ground, passing through the tall grass and even falling from the sky. Bolts of lightning move from them towards the best conductor on the field, and Wartortle takes a beating. He manages to get off a few attacks, one lucky Ice Beam freezes a young Pichu solid but the child is quickly rescued and freed thanks to an Iron Tail from Pikachu.

Buneary skips towards Charmeleon, slapping him in the face with a surprise attack and then planting a sloppy wet kiss on his lips. The flinch combined with a kiss from his opponent addles his brain and the fire type trips and falls face first into the mud, then rolls onto his back and starts miming the backstroke much to Mac's annoyance.

"Moonscape, I choose you!"

Moonscape emerges from her pokeball having heard your commands telepathically. Mac is plucked from the ground and pulled into the air, where he dangles like a marionette puppet. Moonscape focuses harder, and Mac howls in pain as his mind is invaded by a foreign and much stronger force.

"No, stop it! Please! I yield!"

Moonscape holds him in place, but stops the psychic assault. By now, a few other pokemon have emerged form the long grass, having followed Mac from the village. They all gather behind him where he cannot see them.

"For a so called 'Veteran Trainer' your pokemon don't hold up well in battle 'Mac'." Raichu says, with a slight smirk on his face. The electric type turns to face you.

"When I came to Warwick Meadows I was looking for peace and tranquility. My previous trainer had been locked up for crimes he committed, and his pokemon were released into the zone. I came here wary of humans and was pleased to see so very few were allowed here. When Mac arrived he quickly gained everyone's trust with his deeds, but I was wary. I was looking after the rouge electric pokemon after their adoptive mother; an Ampharos; passed away from old age. I went to Mac to ask for his help when I overheard a conversation he was having with his pokemon."

"Overheard!" Mac spat, but stayed motionless in the air. Raichu continued.

"It went along the lines of him explaining to his pokemon that they had to continue the ruse of being veterans in order to stay here and reap all the praise and glory of helping out. He had trinkets and trophies that he'd found or.. borrowed I think is the term he used.. from people he knew or met in the past. He spotted me out the window and panicking I ran. Since then he has been trying to set me up for a fall. He's caused accidents and blamed it on these children, gone so far as to badly poison me and I suspect he even burned down his own house as an incentive to rally others against me."

"Lies! You can't prove any of it!" Mac spat again.

"No, but I can." a voice came from behind. Mac tries to look over his shoulder, but can't quite make it, so Moonscape rotates him in the air slightly. Sat on the ground amongst the villagers is his Ivysaur.

"I'm sorry Mac.. no the time for false identities has passed. Matt I don't want to go on like this. I like it here. It's a good life. I don't want to lie anymore. The Pichu didn't attack me. I let them take the berries. I've always let them."

"Zukon, how can you say this? After everything we've done together?" Mac/Matt asks, for a moment he actually sounds like he is speaking from his heart.

"It's not up to us anymore." Ivysaur replies "It's up to them now." he points at the villagers, who show a mixture of anger, hurt and astonishment.

Some of them are looking to you.

- Speak to the pokemon
- Speak to Mac/Matt
- Speak to Zukon
- Speak to Raichu

[Oslo]

Good work, Electric Pokemon. You fought well. As did you, Moonscape and Buneary.

Anyway, I'm just an interloper. Whatever decision the villagers make regarding Mac, I will respect.

[BTPoke]

What is it, Rosalinda? You seem to see something that we can't.

[DarkestLight]

>.> I'm gonna start from the top!

[RaZoR LeAf]

Oslo's Safari Trek



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Caught
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Warwick Meadows
The wispy winds that blow through these flowery fields elicit a relaxing feeling. The Pokemon that prosper here are all subdued
and content with a laid back way of life. Pollen counts are high here, so allergy sufferers…beware.

Round One Hundred Seven

Washing your hands of the situation, the villagers start discussing things amongst themselves. After a few minutes, a Pidgeot comes out at the front.

"We the villagers have come to an agreement. Mac has been a member of the village for several years. He has helped us both physically and emotionally through many hardships, and he is liked by many. This 'Matt' person has corrupted our view of Mac, but we are offering him a permanent residence in the village, from now until we decide otherwise. He will not leave the village unless accompanied. If he does not agree to these terms, then he will be turned over to the proper authorities.

The electric pokemon will be welcomed back into the village; if they choose to return, it is entirely up to them; and they will be given our promise that Mac, or Matt, whatever his name is, will not harm them any further. Mac will relinquish ownership of his three pokemon, who we offer a home to if they so wish it. Do you all understand our terms?"

Mac dropped to the floor and stayed silent. His Charmeleon kicked him in the side and with a groan he answered "I accept your offer. I wont try and fight back. I want to help as best I can."

"I want to stay in the village." Ivysaur said. Both Charmeleon and Wartortle nod in agreement.

"We'll come back to the village." Raichu said finally "Not right away, but we'll come back. Thank you."

"I understand. Mac, Matt. Come with us."

The villagers flanked Mac/Matt and led him back to the village, leaving you alone with Raichu and the celebrating electric pokemon.

"I want to thank you," Raichu began "for trusting me. And letting me trust you to do the right thing. My faith in pokemon trainers has been limited at best. My trainer was caring, up to a point, then he became so obsessed that he was locked up for his own protection and his team were released into the Sarai Zone to live our lives. Matt here was just another nail in the coffin of trust I had for humans. But you've made me realise there are people out there who just want to help, just like I had to help these kids. If there's anything I can do to help you... sorry. I don't even know your name."


- Introduce yourself
- Ask some questions
- Pokeball Go!

[RaZoR LeAf]

Emerald Gen.3's Safari Trek



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Grave's Yard
A frightening place where all the worst stories originate.
Home to Ghost and Dark type pokémon, you may find a rare Psychic type, but only the bravest dare tread here.

Round Fifty-One



Your attempts to reason with the pokemon are again rebuffed. Whilst asking them to join you, you notice that the melody is still playing, meaning these pokemon are not the source of it.

"The song is ours! Ours to hear!"
"Ours to feel!"
"Ours to drink!"

George grumbles, and begins to work herself up to attacking, pumping up her muscles and getting more in the mood for a battle. Two balls of snow smack into her, thrown from the sidelines by the other Sneasels, but the boss in charge looks like she's charging a much bigger attack. George lets out a cry of rage, and throws herself into a forward tumble, hitting the ground and bursting into flame at the same time. She rolls around the clearing, slamming into the lead Weavile not once, but twice on a second pass. The dual dark type lets out a screech and sends a powerful, charged beam of ice at George. The fire surrounding the chimp help take off the edge, but a heavy layer of frost and ice form over her body, slowing her right down.

- Attack
- Run Away

[Oslo]

The name is Oslo! I'm a Pokemon trainer and, as it turns out, I'm in a bit of a predicament. You see, I came here to Warwick Meadows to find a buried map that might lead me to the Legendary Pokemon Jirachi. Then this butthole named Richard tricked me and I got separated from my shiny Ditto and Honchkrow. There was also a Togetic, Timburr and Lickitung with me. You wouldn't have any information that could help me, perhaps?

[RaZoR LeAf]

BTPoke's Safari Trek



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Grave's Yard
A frightening place where all the worst stories originate.
Home to Ghost and Dark type pokémon, you may find a rare Psychic type, but only the bravest dare tread here.

Round Thirty-Five

Stepping over to Rosalinda, you ask the black furred psychic if everything is OK.

"Yes.. I think so." she says "I just can't help but think there's something in this room we can't see. Perhaps I am imagining it."

"No, you're not." Haunter says. "Because, and I apologise if this sounds odd, but I 'can't see it' as well."

At this point, Sake has grabbed Litwik, pulled the little candle close to his body and come over to look as well. Between the three of them, they all appear to be focusing on three different points around the central stair case up to the very peak of the mansion.

- Go up to look out over the house
- Investigate the phenomenon further

[RaZoR LeAf]

7

Oslo's Safari Trek



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Caught
None

Warwick Meadows
The wispy winds that blow through these flowery fields elicit a relaxing feeling. The Pokemon that prosper here are all subdued
and content with a laid back way of life. Pollen counts are high here, so allergy sufferers…beware.

Round One Hundred Eight

"You've met Richard?" Riachu seems a little shocked "He was the trainer I was telling you about. I think 'butthole' is too nice a word, he's more of a Kkzzkzkzzzkzkzkz.."

Riachu makes a noise that's a mixture of electrical static and growling. Buneary blushes and Moonscape smirks. Clearly it translates better to other pokemon than it does to humans. Raichu sees the reactiona and calms himself down.

"My apologies. As I was saying. Richard was my trainer, and he was locked away. If he's loose again, then that mean trouble, especially if he goes looking for his old team members. You say you were with a Togetic?"

"Yes, she was one of Richards old team members too."

"Yes, and she was pretty bitter about the break up too. I'm going to ask a lot of you Oslo, but if you could seek out all of Richard's old team members, and warn them, then I would be most grateful."

- Well it's a little out of my way
- Of course I will
- Can you tell me who they are?

[Emerald_Gen.3]

Lets use flame wheel to get free then use fire pledge and finally Fireblast at the Weavile

[Oslo]

I can do that if you think that's best, but I'm just afraid of all the trouble Richard might get up to while we run around finding his Pokemon. I'm a bit more concerned about what he might be doing to my Pokemon to be honest.

[BTPoke]

Let's take a look around that central staircase, see if we can find/sense anything further.

[RaZoR LeAf]

DarkestLight's Safari Trek



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Caught


Skyline Terrace
A strange town, all within the treetops. Long since abandoned by humans, the MASSIVE amount of Pokemon that live here all seem a bit strange and off kilter.
The completely aerial town is connected by boards, and the homes all resemble traditional Japanese style.
One would think the townspeople were turned into Pokemon here!


Round Eighty Seven

You take the first scroll and gently unravel it, taking in the first of the four legends. At the top is a traditionally inked image of a stone well surrounded by reeds. A wisp of light is forming around the top, as it rises out of the well.

The Well of Life

In the times before now, when Skyline terrace was upon the dry earth
Those who dwelled there walked upon two feet alone

A great terror came from the skies, blackening the ground
The people were powerless to save themselves

The death took many, and prayers were given to the guardian
A wish was granted on that day

The guardian of the well rose up, and blessed all those who were
Be they living or dead they rose up and become one with nature

Infused with nature, they sued their powers to save the land
And the spirit returned to its slumber

The old Sudowoodo peers over your shoulder.

"The Well of Life tells the story of how the people of the earth were transformed by the ancient spirit of life, and made into element beings. Pokemon if you wish to use that term. We built the temple around the well to honour the spirit that dwells within."


- Read the next scroll
- Angry birds!!

[RaZoR LeAf]

Oslo's Safari Trek



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Caught
None

Warwick Meadows
The wispy winds that blow through these flowery fields elicit a relaxing feeling. The Pokemon that prosper here are all subdued
and content with a laid back way of life. Pollen counts are high here, so allergy sufferers…beware.

Round One Hundred Nine



"Of course I understand that. I will let you know where to find them, it is up to you if you go." Raichu says.

Obviously there was me

and Togetic, you've met already.

Torterra sought a new challenge and said he would go where earth, water and fire were together as one

Altaria wished to start her own family in a place where birds could live in peace

Jellicent still waits for Richard, patiently at the bottom of a lake

Gloom wanted fame and fortune. She went to find her spotlight.

"I don't really know exactly where they are, but that's what they said when we went our separate ways. Togetic wanted retribution, that none of us could be a part of. I wanted to find something worthwhile. I think I've found it here, these kids have given me something new to live for. I hope you are successful in your quest Oslo."

- Is there any more information you can give me?
- What else can you tell me about Richard?
- Do you know the whereabouts of my pokemon?

[DarkestLight]

o.O Next scroll!

[Oslo]

Is there any additional information you can give me, either about Richard's Pokemon or my Pokemon's whereabouts or anything else useful?

[Emerald_Gen.3]

RL you there?

[RaZoR LeAf]

BTPoke's Safari Trek



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Caught
None

Grave's Yard
A frightening place where all the worst stories originate.
Home to Ghost and Dark type pokémon, you may find a rare Psychic type, but only the bravest dare tread here.

Round Thirty-Six

You and the pokemon spread out around the central staircase. As Litwik watches from the side, Rosalinda, Sake and Haunter all move around the stairwell until they are standing apart from each other in a perfect triangle.

"I detect Aura, sensei." Sake says, holding an arm out over a patch of flooring.

"From here I can feel a strong psychic presence." Rosalinda says.

"And here I sense a spectral touch." adds Haunter. "Three points of focused energy, in one place, hidden from view."

"Perhaps there is some way of making it visible?" Rosalida enquires.

- Go back to looking out the window
- Try and reveal the hidden thing

[RaZoR LeAf]

DarkestLight's Safari Trek



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Caught


Skyline Terrace
A strange town, all within the treetops. Long since abandoned by humans, the MASSIVE amount of Pokemon that live here all seem a bit strange and off kilter.
The completely aerial town is connected by boards, and the homes all resemble traditional Japanese style.
One would think the townspeople were turned into Pokemon here!


Round Eighty Eight

The second scroll has another image at the top, this time of a patterned off-spherical object in a small boat, washed up on a riverbed, where two elderly looking, but otherwise unidentifiable pokemon are tending to it.

The First Birth

Those who were now one with nature, still lived as they did before
Hardships became easier, but life was much different

As families grew older, a dark thought passed from one to other
That no mother bore child since the great terror

The guardian of the well was sough, and prayers of the future given
A second wish was granted on that day

A river began to flow form the misty mountains where the gods did sleep
Carried on the wave, an egg like none had ever seen

From the egg hatched a new being, a child that would one day became a leader
And its birth blessed mothers with an egg of their own

The guardian spoke to the people for the first and last time
"I have but one more wish to grant. Use it wisely."


The old Sudowoodo peers over your shoulder again.

"The Firth Birth is told to our children, it is the origin of the egg, by which pokemon reproduce. The temple that holds the well is called the Temple of Life, and al go there to celebrate the arrival of a new egg, and to celebrate when it hatches.

You'll be wanting the next scroll?"

- Read the next scroll

[RaZoR LeAf]

Oslo's Safari Trek



Inventory




Caught
None

Warwick Meadows
The wispy winds that blow through these flowery fields elicit a relaxing feeling. The Pokemon that prosper here are all subdued
and content with a laid back way of life. Pollen counts are high here, so allergy sufferers…beware.

Round One Hundred Ten



"Richard became obsessed with what he was searching for, so much so that he forgot about all other things, including us. We was consumed with greed, desire and dark thoughts for what he could do were he to accomplish his goals. I believe that he would never find what he was searching for by following that path. I believe that which he sought would have found him, had he been open to it. I only wish he realised that, before it was too late."

"Poppa!" The little Pachirisu runs over and starts hopping up and down excitedly.

"What's wrong child?"

"Poppa, I wanted to tell you what I saw whilst you were ill! I saw black birds! Scary black pokemon, with big beaks and sneaky eyes! They were flying around a really big black bird, that looked injured. They carried the bigger bird away. It was scary, so I hid, but the bigger bird looked sad."

"It's ok little one, the Murkrow from the old amusement park sometimes fly out here to look for food. Though it's not often you see Honchkrows out this far. Come on, it's time we left this trainer to continue his trek."

"Gubye trainer! Thanks you!"

- Wait!
- Gubye!
- Wait, gubye isn't a word..

[RaZoR LeAf]

Emerald Gen.3's Safari Trek



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Caught


Grave's Yard
A frightening place where all the worst stories originate.
Home to Ghost and Dark type pokémon, you may find a rare Psychic type, but only the bravest dare tread here.

Round Fifty-Two



George curls up into a ball and breaths a hot flame around herself, instantly melting the frosty layer. With that flame around her, she barrels into the nearest Sneasel, hitting it with enough force that it collides with a nearby tree and falls to the ground. The fire wheel dissipates slightly, but George manages to fan the flames out a little more, wafting them at the other Sneasel that screeches and rolls on the cold grass to put them out. The Weavile hisses and leaps at George, scratching her face and body repeatedly. Shadows of Sneasels appear form the darkness and begin to kick and punch at George too, but the young ape takes a deep breath and engulfs the Weavile in the largest flame she can make. The Weavile lets out a scream of pain, and as the flames die out, she is left blackened and smoking, with dark burns forming on her fur, burns that look worse than before.

- Attack
- Run Away

[Oslo]

Okay, thanks!

To Dysfunctionland we go! Let's fly, Moonscape!

Buneary, thanks for your help. Whether you choose to come is up to you. I'm supportive of your decision either way!

[Emerald_Gen.3]

Alright focus your attacks on the sneasels first alternate two flame throwers between them and finally I'll throw a pokeball at one of them

[DarkestLight]

Yes please. This is actually very interesting. One egg...hrm. I wonder..

[BTPoke]

Hmmm. This is kind of a long-shot, but maybe some focused moonlight might reveal it. It most likely won't work, but it doesn't hurt to try. I'm gonna walk back to the telescope to see if I can redirect some moonlight in the direction of that energy-thing.

[RaZoR LeAf]

DarkestLight's Safari Trek



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Skyline Terrace
A strange town, all within the treetops. Long since abandoned by humans, the MASSIVE amount of Pokemon that live here all seem a bit strange and off kilter.
The completely aerial town is connected by boards, and the homes all resemble traditional Japanese style.
One would think the townspeople were turned into Pokemon here!


Round Eighty Nine

The third scroll, as the others were, is preceeded by an illustration. This time of the well and a great energy pouring out of it, with huge trees in the background and pokemon and houses rising up on that same energy.

The Golden Gift

The people thrived for many generations, and the hardships of the past forgotten
Yet history was to repeat itself

The great terror came for the people once more, scorching the land and killing the earth
The people fought back, using their elements

The great terror was repelled but only for a short time, for it returned more powerful than before
Many tried to flee, but there was nowhere for them to go

The Guardian of the Well was sought one final time, and prayers for survival was made
A third wish was granted on that day

From within the well a mist rose out, lifting all those who prayed into the sky
Trees grew around their homes, pushing them up high above the clouds

Below the clouds the earth was burnt, but forever hidden from the world
The people lived in peace, and renamed their home Skyline Terrace

The Guardian of the Well returned to its slumber, its three wishes granted
Yet the people who continue to pray to it, should they ever need its help again


The old Sudowoodo is ready to explain the legend to you.

"The Golden Gift tels the story of how Skyline Terrace was lifted form the ground and into the skies. The clouds beneath the terrace hide the blackened earth beneath them, and keep the great terror contained so it can never plague the lands again.

Here, take this last scroll. I am eager for you to finish reading it."

Wow, pushy. You take the final scroll and unroll it. The picture on this one is pretty simple. A sword, with a pair of wings behind it, surrounded by black and white energy tendrils.

The Ancient Swordsman

Upon the skyline above the clouds, the terrace was hidden from the outside world
None could find the town and none could leave

Though the guardian slept, the well was still worshipped by the people
From the black earth below, it towered up into the sky

Yet the great terror still lived beneath the clouds, without anything to stop it
The terror seeped into the well, and began its climb

The well was breached and the great terror broke free from its prison
Though the guardian now slept, it knew that this may one day happen

The clouds around the terrace parted and a being forged in light appeared
He wielded a blade that cut down the terror, casting it back into the land below

The swordsman swore to the people of Skyline Terrace that his bloodline would always protect them
The well was sealed on his word, and as he departed he gave the people a final prophecy.

"When the well of life is plundered by death, three wandering swords will fall from the sky.
A battle will be fought between this world and the next.

Fear not the coming of the trinity of blades, for only together can they cast out the darkness and restore life and light"

"The Ancient Swordsman was the first in a long line of Swords of Justice. He slew the great terror and gave us the warning that it may one day threaten the peace of the land. But now you are here, just as the legend foretold."


- What else can you tell me about 'the great terror'
- Enough reading, time for action

[RaZoR LeAf]

BTPoke's Safari Trek



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Grave's Yard
A frightening place where all the worst stories originate.
Home to Ghost and Dark type pokémon, you may find a rare Psychic type, but only the bravest dare tread here.

Round Thirty-Seven

You head back down the stairs and grab the telescope, taking it back up to the attic with you. Positioning it from the floor you are on is difficult, and you can't quite get the right angel to properly light the floor.

"Maybe you should try from up there?" Litwik says, helpfully pointing to the top balcony where the large window is.

Shrugging, you head up. The balcony goes all the way around in a square, with windows on each side overlooking the house and grounds. Three one window you see the path you followed and the forest you came out of. In the far distance you can barely make out the borders of Graves' Yard, but it's impossible to be certain. The two sides next to it, you see the edge of the house, and nothing more than forest, surrounding the house. On the final side, you look up to see the full moon hanging ominously in the sky. Below it whoever, you are surprise to see an enclosed space at the back of the house where there is a large garden. Ivy has grown wild and out of control all over the walls, but there appears to be a small river that still has flowing water in it. The source of the water can't be seen as it must be directly below you on this side of the house.\

"Well?"

Litwik's questioning brings you back to the task at hand. You point the telescope up at the Moon and angle it down so light shines on the floor around your pokemon. You open the guard so more light floods out, and as it does, a pattern on the ground shines brightly and is fully revealed.

Beneath Haunter is a half concealed skull, beneath Rosalinda, an open eye and beneath Sake, a Yin-Yang. Connecting all three symbols is a circle filled with an archaic looking language of scratches and blots. You look up, and notice that a similar circle is now visible around the border of the forest too.

"This is the charm that protects the house!" Haunter exclaims "The one that now keeps pokemon away. If we can reverse it, then pokemon will be able to find their home again, and trainers will not be lured here."

"Can you do it?" you ask. Haunter nods.

"I believe so. My family has studied the art of casting these kind of charms, I think with your pokemon's help we can break the charm. Creating a new one after that will easier."


- What can we do to help
- Oh BTW, I spotted a garden out back

[RaZoR LeAf]

Emerald Gen.3's Safari Trek



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Grave's Yard
A frightening place where all the worst stories originate.
Home to Ghost and Dark type pokémon, you may find a rare Psychic type, but only the bravest dare tread here.

Round Fifty-Three



Curious George leaps into action, spraying powerful Flamethrowers in every direction, trying to catch the annoying Sneasels as they dart around the enclosed space. The Weavile hisses in pain every time it is engulfed by the flame until finally, the fires die down. Seeing all three ice types lying on the ground, nearing defeat you grab one of your Safari Zone pokeballs and toss it at the nearest Sneasel. It hits the pokemon, and Sneasel is sucked inside.

Wiggle..
Wiggle..
Wiggle..
Wiggle..

Sneasel is pretty determined.

Wiggle..
Click!

Success! Sneasel couldn't fight it any more, and is captured. Whilst you were watching the pokeball, the rest of the Hoarfrost have vanished into the shadows, leaving you and George alone. As the falling hail also comes to an end, you can once again here the melody coming from further ahead. There's only one other exit to take, so you follow it through. Everything goes dark, and then you come into a new clearing. Standing on a tree trunk is a pokemon, playing the song on a Grass Whistle.



When he notices you he stops playing.

"Hey did you get rid of those ice types?"

"Yup, that was me. Well, George did most of the work."

"Wow, I have to thank you for that, they've been keeping me in here playing music for them constantly for weeks now. If they're gone, then I can finally get out of this dump and get back to my normal life. Is there anything I can do to repay you?"

- Well, since you ask
- Nope, nothing I can think of

[RaZoR LeAf]

Oslo's Safari Trek



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Warwick Meadows
The wispy winds that blow through these flowery fields elicit a relaxing feeling. The Pokemon that prosper here are all subdued
and content with a laid back way of life. Pollen counts are high here, so allergy sufferers…beware.

Round One Hundred Eleven

Buneary scuffs her feet on the ground and looks a little sad.

"Thanks Oslo, but I think I'm going to stay here. I had a great time with you, and you've taught me a lot about myself and the world around me. This town looks like it could do with some of that foresight."

"Buneary, you have been a pleasure to have round, and I will miss you. Good luck, and maybe I'll see you around."

You hop on Moonscape's back and wave goodbye to Buneary. She hops off towards the village and you sky surf across the Safari Zone, heading for the abandoned theme park, Dysfunction Land. When you reach it, the sun is getting lower in the sky, and a warm orange haze begins to replace the light blue. It seems appropriate as you sail down over the park to find a place to land. Where the Theme Park had once been a busy and popular attraction it was now showing its age. Wild plants had grown all over the rides, and they were rusting and falling apart. What was once grand replicas of cute pokemon were now decaying enough that they looked like pokemon form your worst nightmares. Still, various structures and tents were still up and being maintained by the pokemon that made their home in the park.

Finding a clearing beneath a dilapidated sign, you land. It's a bit quiet, but as you make your way into the park, you spot a few pokemon setting up shop, ready for the nights entertainment. Run down it may be, but the pokemon that live here still strive to put on a show when they can.



Two Magnemite are laying out a rope of coloured fairy lights, and charging each one.




A Mr. Mime is practising some moves near a sign that says
"The Great Panto Mimos"



A sparkling Spinarak is making Candy Floss and just starting to bake some donuts. They smell lovely!

You can hear further hustle and bustle, but don't see anyone yet. What's to do?

- Chat with the Magnemites
- Chat with Mr. Mime
- Chat with Spinarak
- Continue looking around