WorldWeaver
Dreamer of the Impossible
[August 17th, Western Isles, Argento Town]
In a world inhabited only by Pokemon, we find the Western Isles, known for their rolling valleys, high mountains, lush forests, and sparkling coastlands. Nestled in the wilderness of one island, settled between a forest and the mountains, is the town of Argento, where residents have lived a quiet, tranquil life, going about their daily business, meeting with friends, family, and associates, and enjoying the pleasant climate. In this town, take a right from West Plaza, and you'll come across the town's Explorers' Academy, run by Headmaster Slowking. Much like the guilds found on other continents, this is a place where explorers can find work, and those aspiring to become explorers can train and learn to do so under the tutelage of the staff and instructors.
However, today was a special day for the academy, and the Druddigon hanging a large sign on the gates knew this. It was the last day of the graduation period for the current students. In a week's time, they had put their crop of students to the ultimate test to see if they were ready to become bonafide explorers. Across the week were great triumphs and failures, joy or disappointment, bittersweet goodbyes or steeling for the next year's exam. And this time quite a few students had graduated; well over two thirds. And so, the sign posted on the gates said thus:
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Where...am I...?
The small vulpine Pokemon opened his eyes and almost immediately winced them back shut. His head was pounding with a monstrous migraine. When he opened them again, he finally managed to take in his surroundings. It was a forest, a nice-looking one, too. As he tried to get up, he felt a sharp pain in his left foreleg, causing him to fall back down. After a second attempt, and learning from his mistake by stepping more gingerly on the injured leg, he saw a couple of paths, but had no idea where either would take him.
This only brought on more questions..."How did I wind up here...?" he wondered out loud, trying to think back to before waking up in this forest, only to find his thoughts hazy and unclear. Okay...let's try going back a bit further... He tried to think of where he was from. Nothing. He tried to remember if he was travelling. Nothing. With each failed attempt to remember something, his anxiety only grew. "Ah, Accidenti! Why can't I recall anything!?" He growled in frustration with himself. "Wait, name! My name's...Locke...? Yeah, that's definitely it." Letting out a sigh of relief that he finally made some level of progress, he tried to think about what to do next. Here he was, a Zorua with no memory of his past, injured, and lost in the forest. And...these trees were very oddly arranged...almost like they were forming some sort of room. And the "paths" seemed more like corridors...
His train of thought was interrupted when he heard something whizzing through the air toward him, and quickly ducked out of the way. As he did, a set of leaves sliced past him, embedding into the tree behind him and startling the small fox. "Just my luck..." he muttered as a Nuzleaf stepped out, and judging from the look on it's face, it wasn't here to give Locke a friendly greeting...
In a world inhabited only by Pokemon, we find the Western Isles, known for their rolling valleys, high mountains, lush forests, and sparkling coastlands. Nestled in the wilderness of one island, settled between a forest and the mountains, is the town of Argento, where residents have lived a quiet, tranquil life, going about their daily business, meeting with friends, family, and associates, and enjoying the pleasant climate. In this town, take a right from West Plaza, and you'll come across the town's Explorers' Academy, run by Headmaster Slowking. Much like the guilds found on other continents, this is a place where explorers can find work, and those aspiring to become explorers can train and learn to do so under the tutelage of the staff and instructors.
However, today was a special day for the academy, and the Druddigon hanging a large sign on the gates knew this. It was the last day of the graduation period for the current students. In a week's time, they had put their crop of students to the ultimate test to see if they were ready to become bonafide explorers. Across the week were great triumphs and failures, joy or disappointment, bittersweet goodbyes or steeling for the next year's exam. And this time quite a few students had graduated; well over two thirds. And so, the sign posted on the gates said thus:
DON'T DELAY! REGISTER TODAY!
With a majority of our students having recently Graduated, Slowking's Explorers' Academy is finally open to registration for newcomers! For those of you who have long desired the romantic and adventurous lifestyle of a professional explorer, the opportunity has come at last!|
Registration Period: August 18-25
Entrance Exams: August 28th
After adjusting the sign to keep it on straight, the Druddigon let out a sigh and headed off to enjoy the rest of his day. He knew he'd be in charge of registry tomorrow, so he wanted to get some down time before then. That's the price of being the right hand man, he supposed.With a majority of our students having recently Graduated, Slowking's Explorers' Academy is finally open to registration for newcomers! For those of you who have long desired the romantic and adventurous lifestyle of a professional explorer, the opportunity has come at last!|
Registration Period: August 18-25
Entrance Exams: August 28th
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Where...am I...?
The small vulpine Pokemon opened his eyes and almost immediately winced them back shut. His head was pounding with a monstrous migraine. When he opened them again, he finally managed to take in his surroundings. It was a forest, a nice-looking one, too. As he tried to get up, he felt a sharp pain in his left foreleg, causing him to fall back down. After a second attempt, and learning from his mistake by stepping more gingerly on the injured leg, he saw a couple of paths, but had no idea where either would take him.
This only brought on more questions..."How did I wind up here...?" he wondered out loud, trying to think back to before waking up in this forest, only to find his thoughts hazy and unclear. Okay...let's try going back a bit further... He tried to think of where he was from. Nothing. He tried to remember if he was travelling. Nothing. With each failed attempt to remember something, his anxiety only grew. "Ah, Accidenti! Why can't I recall anything!?" He growled in frustration with himself. "Wait, name! My name's...Locke...? Yeah, that's definitely it." Letting out a sigh of relief that he finally made some level of progress, he tried to think about what to do next. Here he was, a Zorua with no memory of his past, injured, and lost in the forest. And...these trees were very oddly arranged...almost like they were forming some sort of room. And the "paths" seemed more like corridors...
His train of thought was interrupted when he heard something whizzing through the air toward him, and quickly ducked out of the way. As he did, a set of leaves sliced past him, embedding into the tree behind him and startling the small fox. "Just my luck..." he muttered as a Nuzleaf stepped out, and judging from the look on it's face, it wasn't here to give Locke a friendly greeting...