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Cherry_chain Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Oct 02, 2010 7:45 pm
Scorched Plains
The Scorched plains is a varied land, a volcanic hotspot. The earth beneath churns and turns, never truly at rest. Geysers erupt from regular and new locations alike, bathing the earth with acidic water. The land smokes and steams, killing large swaths of grass and trees.
Where the vegetation is left intact however, it thrives on the rich soil, attracting grazers and their predators.
This place is famous for its hot springs, spread throughout the area. Mankeys are especially fond of them, and protect them fiercely.
In the middle of the plains is a large crater, the site of some ancient eruption. Within its heart is a pool of magma, kept liquid by the heart of the earth.
Floors: 25
Pokemon: Numel, Ponyta, Slugma, Magby, Torkoal, Mankey, Girafarig, Cubone, Rhyhorn, Geodude, Onix, Larvitar, Kabuto, Aerodactyl, Aron, Tauros, Milktank, Poochyena, Furret, Stantler, Spearow, Doduo, Growlithe, Cyndaquil, Houndour, Sentret (+all evolutiions)
Legendary: Entei
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 8:43 am
Client: Rapidash
Mission:
"Our grazing grounds started smoking only a few months ago...but none of us...expected...the geyser...please...help..."
Dungeon: Scorched plains
Floors: 15
Rewards: Agility TM + ???
The Instigator's first stab at a mission.
"Would you hurry up, Skimble? Seriously, it's not even that hot out."
The team had been slowly edging their way further and further away from regularly lush lands. While Soul did not mind, and was actually enjoying the heat beating against his black fur, Skimbleshanks was getting more and more upset. For once the emotions were plainly scrawled across that big head. Skimble continued to grumble and slow down, which upset Soul. Like Soul, Skimble sported a sleek black coat, which absorbed the heat. Skimble was an ice type, and literally felt like a popsicle, dripping sweat and melting into a puddle. Soul just chuckled at his partner's struggle, considering all the crap Skimble put Soul through back at the Valentines social event.
"Come on, Skimble. Why did you join the Guild of BLAZING fire? Huh? Why not a more icy guild?"
Skimble's eyes narrowed and gave Soul a death stare that if Soul had seen, he probably would have laughed at. Skimble was good at being mysterious and strange, but when it came to emotions, Skimble was at a loss.
They had finally reached the volcanic hotspot. Soul looked over at Skimble, and gave a small grin.
"So, we're looking for a fresh new geyser that opened up. I think it's burning up the only green grass left. I'm not sure what they want from us, but I figured this mission was good for us, since you're an ice type. Perhaps we can freeze the bugger out."
Skimble's eyes un-narrowed. Soul had actually used strategy and a thought process for picking a mission. Skimble did not mean to underestimate, and often did not.
"The strength of my ice type attacks may not be the appropriate strength for such a geyser."
Soul gave a quick grit of the teeth, Skimble was so good at avoiding speaking with a way that might give away gender.
"Worry not about that, Skimble. We'll see the seriousness of the situation when we get there. We are a team of a guild, worse comes to worse we can call in the reinforcements."
The ground beneath the teams feet was so hot it steamed every time the ice types foot went another step forward. Skimble made a scrunched up face with every step. Soul enjoyed it, and his hips swayed with a new found joy. He almost felt like he was back home. The sky was an ashy gray with a red tint, and the ground was not much different, just a bit darker. Soul gave a small sigh of relief, looking over at Skimble and actually feeling kind of bad. He resolved to take his partner to an icy terrain one day. If Skimble did not melt here first.
Skimble tried to keep from scrunching up the eyes, it was imperative to keep the eyes searching for threats. it was hard to do this, since the air itself was so thick it could be seen moving. The waves in front of Skimble's face were both threatening and tantalizing. Skimble's throat shriveled and dried, not sure how any type of Pokemon could enjoy this. How could Soul take it, with that thick fluffy coat? And it was all black! How had it not set fire? Skimble gave a small grumble before Skimble's attention was grabbed by Soul, who was getting battle ready.
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