Tenno
12-22-2014, 06:16 AM
Sanctified
http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/02398/BayeuxTapestry_2398754b.jpg
~ A medieval-flavored Pokemon chaptered fanfic ~ Rating: [T] ~
PREFACE:
So... hello PXR! This is the first of many pieces of writing I'll probably upload here. I haven't touched this since the middle of this year, but if you guys like it, I have several avenues I haven't explored in this universe... I'll be posting chapter 1 first, I have about 5-6 chapters that I'm mildly satisfied with so far.
If you wanna know how this jumble of words came into existence, it was nothing more than a musing: What if knights had Pokemon? I had just watched Attack On Titan, so I was drawn to the medieval aesthetic. Basically:
1. This takes place in ye olde Hoenn ruled over by three cities: Regis-Pierre, Regis-Glace and Regis-Acier ( hint: parlez-vous français? at least half? :P )
2. The approximate historical analogue to the time period this story is set in is around 17th century Italy.
3. The region is governed by a King and the Church, and the Church is again split into three bodies, Wardens ( like inquisitors mixed with policemen ), Knights Sanguis ( herbalists and doctors ) and Clerics ( scribes and priests ), each with several favored Pokemon typings.
4. You only get one Pokemon to follow and obey you your entire life, so be choosy!
4a. There are no Pokeballs! ( They/re still at the "electrocuting frogs' legs" stage of science ) If you want a Pokemon, the Church blesses the both of you and now you are bound to that Pokemon for life and it will obey you. He/she is your "bond", so to speak.
Disclaimer: the characters here make references to religion quite frequently, I felt that it added a little bit of authenticity to the time period this fanfic is set in. It's usually stuff like "Lord preserve us" or "praise be to His name", if it's against the rules/offends anyone I'll change it right away.
Without further ado, here is Chapter 1. Enjoy, and don't forget to leave some helpful criticism!
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1
The silver pomand glinted in the late afternoon light streaming in from Bishop Grimaldi's study room window. A faint green aura wisped and wandered from the evenly spaced holes across its ornate surface. Dried sunshine and meadow blooms filled his lungs. Grimaldi took great satisfaction in the Knights Of The Bond Sanguis and their measures against the plague epidemic. Roserade petals, infused with their magical energy, repelled the pestilent plague-bearing Rattata like two lodestones.
He returned to the towers of paper that adorned his plain oak table. Most of them were letters of cheap parchment, mostly matters of business and running the clergy. Out of the corner of his eye Grimaldi spotted a pristine white triangle, a sheet of expensive imported wood paper buried under the daily correspondence.
The searing white of the letter was oddly disturbing to the senior priest. It bore the emblem and heraldry of the Wardens, a stylised Salamence spewing gouts of flame. He scanned the brief lines of writing below and unconsciously fiddled with the beads of his rosary.
Father Grimaldi:
His holiness the Archon and the Warden's Council have noticed your transgressions in service to our holy order. You have aided the machinations of the Knights Of The Bond Sanguis, who are known to be heretics and practitioners of witchcraft. Your services to the Order Of The Sanctified Bond has been terminated, and you are hereby unvenerated.
"Lord preserve me" he breathed. The all too familiar constriction around his chest he felt, the same fear he felt as a boy on the unforgiving streets of Regis-Pierre, gangsters and their Combustkens closing in, their crushing blows bringing him a hairsbreadth from meeting the Creator.
Grimaldi was trapped, the words of the Wardens damming him. He had been prepared for the consequences ever since he backed the Bond Sanguis, but he only had prayer to steel himself for when his final hour came. Plato's life would not be lost for his sake.
The window rattled violently, causing the pomand to sway on its chain. Sweat staining his voluminous robes, Grimaldi stumbled to the far side of the study. He spun round just in time to see glass shards pepper the bare wooden floor, a bulky Pokemon bursting through. Eyes aflame with malicious intent, silver fur bristling, the Zangoose lunged towards the cornered bishop.
Grimaldi had his eyes closed, mentally reciting his final prayer when he heard a surprised hiss followed by wood splintering. His assailant had been flung across the room by a seemingly invisible force, sprawled in a corner. Plato hovered in a corner, green aura crackling with energy.
"Plato... The Wardens are behind this! Don't die for me! Go!"
The response took the form of a subtle voice in his head, probably the last time Grimaldi would ever experience psychic linking with a Pokemon.
«I am bound to you by the Holy Bond, Grimaldi. And I would like to see that bond last a little longer, old friend.»
The Zangoose was already on its feet, shaking off the psychic attack. It dashed towards its target with inhuman focus, ignoring the small green Pokemon floating beside.
Big mistake.
Again the invisible force swatted the Zangoose away like it was chaff. Enraged, it spun around and leapt for the hovering Reuniclus, claws glowing white with arcane force. Wild-eyed and spittle flying, it made contact as Plato was replenishing his reserves.
Pain and shock flooded through Grimaldi, Plato unconsciously sharing his pain with the other half of his bond. The sphere of green power surrounding Plato had prevented most of the damage, but Grimaldi saw blood walled in by psychic energy, pooling from a cut on Plato's forehead.You should have saved yourself, thought Grimaldi.
«Why do you want to visit our father in heaven so much, when our time has not yet come?» came the reply.
Invisible hands grasped the Zangoose and pulled it away. Fury gave way to surprise, then fear and pain. Grimaldi felt anger but knew it wasn't his. Plato had his eyes fixed on his captive, infusing into its mind all the terror he could muster. The Zangoose struggled and squirmed, then howled in pain as the psychic stranglehold smashed its arm bones. Blood oozed from its eye sockets and Grimaldi felt his ears pop. Mercifully, Plato crushed its head after a few more seconds of torture, careful not to let any of the viscera stain Grimaldi's study.
The scent of ozone filled the once fragrant room. Plato picked up the corpse and hurled it back out the window. The Pokemon's power had gone from bone-crushing force to soothing balm in a matter of seconds as he cast a ray of healing on Grimaldi.
"Plato, you cannot believe how grateful I am for protecting me. But our Lord teaches us to be compassionate. Maybe you acted a little... rashly?"
«Perhaps I have. I will have to keep these... emotions in check next time.»
"Do you think there's anyone left in the Order we can trust?"
«One thing about a Zangoose is that it no matter how many snares are in its path, it will get the brood of Seviper eggs it's after. I suggest we consult our friends outside the church.»
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http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/02398/BayeuxTapestry_2398754b.jpg
~ A medieval-flavored Pokemon chaptered fanfic ~ Rating: [T] ~
PREFACE:
So... hello PXR! This is the first of many pieces of writing I'll probably upload here. I haven't touched this since the middle of this year, but if you guys like it, I have several avenues I haven't explored in this universe... I'll be posting chapter 1 first, I have about 5-6 chapters that I'm mildly satisfied with so far.
If you wanna know how this jumble of words came into existence, it was nothing more than a musing: What if knights had Pokemon? I had just watched Attack On Titan, so I was drawn to the medieval aesthetic. Basically:
1. This takes place in ye olde Hoenn ruled over by three cities: Regis-Pierre, Regis-Glace and Regis-Acier ( hint: parlez-vous français? at least half? :P )
2. The approximate historical analogue to the time period this story is set in is around 17th century Italy.
3. The region is governed by a King and the Church, and the Church is again split into three bodies, Wardens ( like inquisitors mixed with policemen ), Knights Sanguis ( herbalists and doctors ) and Clerics ( scribes and priests ), each with several favored Pokemon typings.
4. You only get one Pokemon to follow and obey you your entire life, so be choosy!
4a. There are no Pokeballs! ( They/re still at the "electrocuting frogs' legs" stage of science ) If you want a Pokemon, the Church blesses the both of you and now you are bound to that Pokemon for life and it will obey you. He/she is your "bond", so to speak.
Disclaimer: the characters here make references to religion quite frequently, I felt that it added a little bit of authenticity to the time period this fanfic is set in. It's usually stuff like "Lord preserve us" or "praise be to His name", if it's against the rules/offends anyone I'll change it right away.
Without further ado, here is Chapter 1. Enjoy, and don't forget to leave some helpful criticism!
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1
The silver pomand glinted in the late afternoon light streaming in from Bishop Grimaldi's study room window. A faint green aura wisped and wandered from the evenly spaced holes across its ornate surface. Dried sunshine and meadow blooms filled his lungs. Grimaldi took great satisfaction in the Knights Of The Bond Sanguis and their measures against the plague epidemic. Roserade petals, infused with their magical energy, repelled the pestilent plague-bearing Rattata like two lodestones.
He returned to the towers of paper that adorned his plain oak table. Most of them were letters of cheap parchment, mostly matters of business and running the clergy. Out of the corner of his eye Grimaldi spotted a pristine white triangle, a sheet of expensive imported wood paper buried under the daily correspondence.
The searing white of the letter was oddly disturbing to the senior priest. It bore the emblem and heraldry of the Wardens, a stylised Salamence spewing gouts of flame. He scanned the brief lines of writing below and unconsciously fiddled with the beads of his rosary.
Father Grimaldi:
His holiness the Archon and the Warden's Council have noticed your transgressions in service to our holy order. You have aided the machinations of the Knights Of The Bond Sanguis, who are known to be heretics and practitioners of witchcraft. Your services to the Order Of The Sanctified Bond has been terminated, and you are hereby unvenerated.
"Lord preserve me" he breathed. The all too familiar constriction around his chest he felt, the same fear he felt as a boy on the unforgiving streets of Regis-Pierre, gangsters and their Combustkens closing in, their crushing blows bringing him a hairsbreadth from meeting the Creator.
Grimaldi was trapped, the words of the Wardens damming him. He had been prepared for the consequences ever since he backed the Bond Sanguis, but he only had prayer to steel himself for when his final hour came. Plato's life would not be lost for his sake.
The window rattled violently, causing the pomand to sway on its chain. Sweat staining his voluminous robes, Grimaldi stumbled to the far side of the study. He spun round just in time to see glass shards pepper the bare wooden floor, a bulky Pokemon bursting through. Eyes aflame with malicious intent, silver fur bristling, the Zangoose lunged towards the cornered bishop.
Grimaldi had his eyes closed, mentally reciting his final prayer when he heard a surprised hiss followed by wood splintering. His assailant had been flung across the room by a seemingly invisible force, sprawled in a corner. Plato hovered in a corner, green aura crackling with energy.
"Plato... The Wardens are behind this! Don't die for me! Go!"
The response took the form of a subtle voice in his head, probably the last time Grimaldi would ever experience psychic linking with a Pokemon.
«I am bound to you by the Holy Bond, Grimaldi. And I would like to see that bond last a little longer, old friend.»
The Zangoose was already on its feet, shaking off the psychic attack. It dashed towards its target with inhuman focus, ignoring the small green Pokemon floating beside.
Big mistake.
Again the invisible force swatted the Zangoose away like it was chaff. Enraged, it spun around and leapt for the hovering Reuniclus, claws glowing white with arcane force. Wild-eyed and spittle flying, it made contact as Plato was replenishing his reserves.
Pain and shock flooded through Grimaldi, Plato unconsciously sharing his pain with the other half of his bond. The sphere of green power surrounding Plato had prevented most of the damage, but Grimaldi saw blood walled in by psychic energy, pooling from a cut on Plato's forehead.You should have saved yourself, thought Grimaldi.
«Why do you want to visit our father in heaven so much, when our time has not yet come?» came the reply.
Invisible hands grasped the Zangoose and pulled it away. Fury gave way to surprise, then fear and pain. Grimaldi felt anger but knew it wasn't his. Plato had his eyes fixed on his captive, infusing into its mind all the terror he could muster. The Zangoose struggled and squirmed, then howled in pain as the psychic stranglehold smashed its arm bones. Blood oozed from its eye sockets and Grimaldi felt his ears pop. Mercifully, Plato crushed its head after a few more seconds of torture, careful not to let any of the viscera stain Grimaldi's study.
The scent of ozone filled the once fragrant room. Plato picked up the corpse and hurled it back out the window. The Pokemon's power had gone from bone-crushing force to soothing balm in a matter of seconds as he cast a ray of healing on Grimaldi.
"Plato, you cannot believe how grateful I am for protecting me. But our Lord teaches us to be compassionate. Maybe you acted a little... rashly?"
«Perhaps I have. I will have to keep these... emotions in check next time.»
"Do you think there's anyone left in the Order we can trust?"
«One thing about a Zangoose is that it no matter how many snares are in its path, it will get the brood of Seviper eggs it's after. I suggest we consult our friends outside the church.»
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