[SEASON 2] The Stalkers RPG - Main Action and Team Status [ENDED... FOR NOW]

[EmeraldSky]

I thank Areggi for his time and return to base with my notes

[Krysari]

The darkness around me is fading slowly.

My head...my heart...my body. I feel heavy, burdened. This weight pressing on my chest and my mind grows ever tiresome. It consumes me, grips me, twists my feelings. However it...appears to be lifting. Clarity is becoming tangible and the terror once presiding within me feels almost...gone. Almost.


A shift in my energy allows me to wake. No longer am I a prisoner to this persistent darkness. As my eyes open, I see your figure. You are watching over me, perhaps to guard me or perhaps to imprison me once more. You are a Suicune, a mythical Pokémon whose virtues include purification and freedom. I use this knowledge to guide me as I slowly rise.

You jump to your feet, and I freeze, locking our eyes. “Do not be afraid,” I assure you, my voice deep and soothing. I carefully analyse your body language as you appear to do the same for me, and for a moment we are trapped in a standstill.

But then I sense it. I can feel the presence within you. “Are you...an agent of Mew?” I ask, and you appear marginally shocked before affirming my suspicions. Relief wraps its warm arms around me as I ascend fully into a stand. “Thank Arceus,” I sigh, giving you a low bow. “I am Krysari, the Emeraldsoul Sage.” You do not seem to be aware of what or who I am, and I wonder just how much Mew divulged to you before sending you here. “I am a Utopian Angel, my dear. One of five present in your city.”

The look of confusion on your face no longer surprises me. It appears as if I will need to discuss everything with you.

“Firstly, I must thank you. The Shadow Plague had me in its dastardly grasp, but it seems...your skills of resuscitation combined with your divine powers from Mew were able to stir me from what would otherwise have been an eternal slumber. You have my gratitude.” Another bow. No quantity of bows can convey my gratitude sufficiently. “Angels are Pokémon chosen in Utopia, the heavenly kingdom unreachable through ordinary means, to guide, teach and protect its realms. Mew is Utopia’s messiah, and the Angels are its guardians. As I disclosed, I am the Emeraldsoul Sage. My role is to inspire, pass on wisdom, and bring peace. As a sage, I have valuable possessions that I believe...were separated from me when the other Angels and I descended from Utopia.

“The Enthrallers are evil, malicious and destructive creatures who seek only to fulfil their sick agenda. I am not privy to the entire agenda, so unfortunately what I can tell you about their mission is limited. One of the other Angels I descended with may be able to tell you more... And this brings me to my next point.

“Five Angels were chosen to combat the horrors that the Enthrallers have wrought upon this city. We were certain that our strength combined would be enough to liberate the innocents of this world, but we did not move quickly enough, and our plans were intercepted by agents of the Abyss... They had already developed a weapon to use against us were we to show ourselves, and this was the Shadow Parasite. Although you dispelled the plague, the parasite still resides within me and I...will be unable to complete my duties. Therefore, it is up to you and the other Emissaries.

“I am sure you are aware of the Sin Purge Ritual. This ritual is a sacred set of instructions that must be followed in order for the city to be cleansed of the evil that chokes it. However, this ritual...is impossible without the help of all five Angels. Worse yet, none of us will be able to fulfil our roles, which means you and your fellow Emissaries must retrieve all of our possessions and complete our duties in our stead.

“I can feel the parasite within me... It saps my energy and drains my powers significantly. The only possible way to remove it is for me to return to Utopia, but I cannot do that without the help of the other Angels. We simply do not have time, which is why you must take up arms and complete what the other Angels and I started. Fortunately, you seem immune to the Shadow Parasite, although the effects of the plague still affect you...and damage your mind. I am sure you know this well enough by now.

“There are five steps involved in the ritual’s setup and completion. I can provide you with the first step, and the other four Angels will be able to help you with the rest. The first requires uncovering Hallowed Ground and blessing it with a special gift called Seinaru. Seinaru is impossible for you to learn without the help of an Angel... As I am injured, I can only teach one Emissary Seinaru right now. As you discover more Angels, more of you will be able to learn Seinaru. But for now, you must bring me one willing learner so that I may teach you how to read our language, how to speak it, and how to bless what needs to be blessed."

Krysari the Tsareena can teach 1 Emissary the “Seinaru” Ability.

“In order for my role to be completed, you must find my four holy possessions: my Rod of Light, Jadestone Bangle, Stonequarter Cloak and my precious tome, Wisdom of Ages. Oh—I can see that you already possess a page from the Wisdom of Ages, and my [Broken Jadestone Bangle]! To complete the bangle, you must find the Shimmer Crystal and Glimmer Crystal, then repair the three pieces to reconstruct it. I am able to detect that one of them resides in some kind of...vehicle hanger. The other is only one or two locations away. Both are right near the fringe of the city... I hope that helps.

“At the start of every day and every night, I will be able to detect the location of one of my possessions, of which I will notify you as the sun falls and rises. I can sense that you have other Angel objects in your possession. Allow me to organise your Team Inventory so that you can distinguish those items properly. I cannot identify which items belong to which Angel, but if you find a possession of mine, I will be able to tell you. The Enthrallers may have hidden them about the city, unfortunately..."

Utopia Angel items in the Team Inventory have been organised!

“I have done enough speaking. Please come and see me if you have further questions, as I will remain here in the safety of your quarters. I believe this place is shielded from the Enthrallers, so they will be unable to detect me here as they have been unable to detect the Emissaries. Once more, thank you, Tazz.”

Krysari the Tsareena has been added to the Discovered Utopia Angels list in the third post!
Krysari grants a +1 Sanity restoration bonus every time an Emissary uses Rest.

[ErIf s'eNUciUs]

Search (78) Valcon Glassworks.

Valcon Glassworks. Where Uru ̶͔͍̞̞͚̂ͬ̀͢ͅw̷̸͓̪͓̬̠͉̭ͫ̑̀͛ͨ̑ͥ̇o̸̡̡͕̮̝̼̭͌ͪ͋ͅŗ̣̽͊̏ͨ̾ ͖̦̩͎͙̩k͓̮̑̋͊͒̓̾̽̔͗e̵͖̦͎̙̞͊ͩ͐ͬͭ̊͛̎͡͝d̘̮̤̟̂̈́͒̈́͗͗ ͓͖̠̲ before he was taken. Taken in by the Stalke̵͖̦͎̙̞͊ͩ͐ͬͭ̊͛̎͡͝rs, destroyed by their claws and spine̵͖̦͎̙̞͊ͩ͐ͬͭ̊͛̎͡͝s and weapons and tools and had his mind ravaged. It is a sad thought, that once he was fre̵͖̦͎̙̞͊ͩ͐ͬͭ̊͛̎͡͝e and now he is a prisoner.

He should always u̝͓̦̎̇̇̌̄̇ͤl͊̽ͫ̏̾d͑̈̉̈͛ ̹̲͇̰̭̾ͦ͒̇ͅa̠̗̪̙ͬ̈́̄ͅl͍͈̪̼̦̠̗̾̔̈́w͚̮̝̺̤a̱̝̣͇ͯ͛ͥ̍̊y̦s̃ ͕̱͒̋͋̽ ̫̣͙ͬh̖ͬa͔̱̬̥̜̩̼̓ͨṿ̝̽̆͊e͓͛͗̿ͦ̈ ͍̭̦̩̦͉̑bͥe̪͍̳ͮ̐̎ė͍̯̰̫̺̳̩ͥͯ̊ň̞̞̦ͫ̎ ̤͉͙̓̓̒ͥͣ͗͑ǎ̺̞͑͊͆̒̆͒ ̩̖̫̳̹͒̈́p̲ͤ̓͊̒̋̄ͦr͈̳̙͊̌̔ỉ̩s̘͎̪̝͙̈́͌ō̦͉̯͍̪̱ͩ̉͋n̈͆ͭ̚ ̒ĕ̟̘͈̅̍̈̈́͆r̿͑.̞̣̍̐͂ͮ̇ͮ̈
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̟̜̬͆̍ͦ̂̚ͅA̗̋̾r͔̳͙̞͑ḙ̭̯̰̈́ͫͤͩ ͍̮̆ͩ̎ͭ̐ͫyͭ̌͛̔͌̊̇o̗ͤͧ͌ͦͩ͛ͪu̮̘ͭ ͍͙̥̝͎̾̔ͭ̏̓ͮa̜̥͋̀͒͗͑ ̩̭̝̌p͕̠̫̼̘̝̰̿́ͧͨ̀̂r͊̏ͥͦi̖̬͗̃ͬs͉͉ͥ̂̅̐̄o̠̹̗̲ͪͪ̑̓n̒ͥͬ ͮ̐̐e̳̣͈̟̓r̜̾̌̈ͯ?͍̟͎ ̬̠D̙͗ͣ̑͆ͤͧo̻̤ͩ͊e̟̤̩͈̬͂͌s͚̉ͦͥ̄ͣͣ ̬̖̳͍̫͋ͤ̏̊̂ͅÿ̥̜̞̺̩̹̮́͑ͮ͛͊̑o̐͆̊u͓̭̩̺̽̔́̔ͯͯͩr͕̜̂͊ ̼̝͇ ̗͓̘̤̜̫m̬̦͖̟̝̻͕͛̑ͩind ͇̻͓͎̇͂ͫ̆́f̗̰͈̂̈́̾̎̏e͖ĕ̮͎̬̉͋ͪ̈́̅ͨl͙̊ͩ̉ ͙̭̯̘ͦͦ͛fͪͥ̓̊̄r̲̠̖̜ͥͅe͍e͗̀ͪ?͉̫͎̱̺̑ͮͣ ͕̹͔̪̾̈́̏͆D͙͚̅ọ͖̙̩́̋ͤͪ̒̿̚ ̮͈͙̇̽ͬͪ̆̀̚y̭̿̋̐́o͖̭̩̥̞̱ȕ͍̦͈̪͕͒ͪ͗͛͑͐ ̘̥̫̯͔͎ͬ̿ͯ͂̚suffe̺͑͐̃ͤ͛̊r̝̭͐̈́̏̔̉͂ ̣͍̭͉̞̳ḭͧ͆͛͐n̠̱̭̣̞̦̏ͨ̀̂ͩ̚ ̗͉ͯ̑̈̀ͤ̔ͤy͍͍͍̺͕ͨ̋ͅo̹̜̣̝̜ͬ̔̇̃̿u̘̖͖̪̺̔̽̆͐ͅr͂ͣ̐͊̌ ͓͌̚ ̥̈̄ͤ͋̓o̭̯͇̤̟̩ͬ͆̍̓w̯̦̳̰̘ͅn̦̥̖͇̹͙͆̇̆̓ ̹̝̰̭̬͇̀̈͌̈́̑h͚̝̙̜a̠̠̓ͬ̄ͨn̗̍d̹̠͕̜͕̉̔ș̼̞̣́̇̑͗̀̄ͧ?̿̎̚ ͉͋ ̺̣̮͎̎ͯ̓ͦ̋̅H̲̰̯̣̬͛ͧ̿́͛̈͋oͫ͐̓o̝̲͎͉̹̮̒f̲̪̜͔͎͎̬̎ͨs̱ͦͅ? ̞͖̝ͣ̃͂ͅ ͉̤͍̺̣̩̒̀̾T̓ͥ̆̏ͨ̊̒a̲ͪ́̆̚l͚͖̞̪̀̈ͭ̈́͒͗͒o̲͙͑̓͂n͌̽ͣͣ̒sͯ̈ ̣̟͈?̘͇͙̻̠̇̌ͮͩͦͅ ̝̮̱͓̥̦Fins̾ͯ̉͂̎̏?̮̖͕̲͈ ̼͎̘͍̯͒̀͐O͙̦ͬͨ́r̦̗̮͉̾̈́̀ ͕ͯ̃a͇͎̞͛r̘e̍̀̾ͣ ͚̠y̭̤̻̖̲͓ͮ̓̐̅ö̤̉̿ű̝̝̹͙͈̰͍̽͆̿͂͒ͪ ̤f̬̤̬̲̖͎̙̉͛̚r͕͙ͫ͊ͣͨ͆͐e̬̯̝̩̳͈͎̔͆͒ͤ̐e̅̓̑ ͭ̔͊͋́̿t̠̰͗ǒ̉̐ express ̤̠̜͈̊ͧ̇y͇͎̮̞ͪ̀o̝̮͓̰̮̮͒ͬ̓u̼̯̰̯̭͈̳ṟ̮̟͈̆̎̅͑̑s̯̯͉͍̰̘͔ e̤̒̑l͎͎̘̘̊̓̅͑f̺̙̯ͭ́̏ ͚̙̟̜̭̅̃l̝͉͙̳̦̪͍͑́̓ͨ͒ͧỉ̹͍͈̝k̻̥e̩̬̝̼̜̾ͥ́͋ ͙̦̰ͅa̠̪͍̳̐ͅ ͕͍̗̬͐̍̎̔̎ͬs͙͚͐ṁ̯̎̋ͬ̚aͩl̬̠̗̰̺͛̄̌̇̇l̀ͮ̋,͕̓̇̃̆ obedient ̿̉̌D̬̫̎ͧͤ͆̉ͩe͕̦̤̟ͥ̄̈̄ͫ̑ͮe̲̟ͤ̆̾̅̃̿r͈̦̫̱̹̮ͅl͍͍ͦ̾̉i͙͚ ͍n͍̣̳̱̣̣͚͐ͩ͑ĝ̻̞̝̥̂̎ͭ ̣̘̯͙̏̌͐̉̇̃ͨẉ̭̭̘̙̖i͕t̗̺̯̪̳͍̃ͬ̑̉͐̒̍hoṷ͖̮̠̪͂̓ť ̺͚̘̇ ̠̠̯̬̹̜̺̀̃a̹̜ͪ̎̓͑ ̦͛̄ͧ̚t̬͔̻̄͌ͬ̽h͉͇͎̩̪́̈ͯ̽o͛̈́̐u̜̪̘̼̮͖g̩̳̥̦͆ͨh̫̏̌̃̇̊͊̔ ̲̗͎̘̫tͪ ̍̋̉ͨf̺̗̺ͯ̋ͤ̐̊ỏ͎̮̠̲͓͇͑͛ṙ̠̭̩̪̹ͦ͆̇̂ ̘͎ͦ͌̌̓̿ͤt̤͗̓ͮͣ̒͊̽ͅh̖͉̗͖͇̬̙̒͐̇ͯ̄ḙ̣̭͎͔̖̎̌̆ͬ̓͊̎ ̩ͥͧͥ̈́̏c̗͚̞ͪ͒͋̆ͯḁ̩̝͇͋̊̔̓́̽͋g̮̭ͨ͗ẽ̖̜̙̗ͣ̓̑d ͕̺̮̪̖ͥ̏̇ͅl̩̓ͬͯͬ͂i̯̫͙͐̓͐̂̈̇f̬͗̔e̯͇̤̥̞͖͌̽͌ͮͦ̊ͅ?̳̈́͒͆̀ ̳͖̜ͅ ͎̑D̻̥̬̰̳̫ͫ̇̾ͦo̬̜͔͍͙ ͛̇̐́y͓̖̋͌͛̿oͣ͌ͩù̾̍̈́̇̃ͫ ͪ̓ͦ͊rebel? ̦̩̺̮͉͕̃̈̍I͎͆̍ͪs̗͕̞̰ͥ̀ ̲̘̉ͤ̍tͧ͗͋͛ͩͬ̌h͕̮͕̥̐̊i͖̰̗̒̀̍̚s͚͚ͯ̎ p̗̫̻̟̾͆̄ͩ̚l̩̖̹̜͖͖͗̊ͭͭ̉̚ac̺̩͋̒e͋ ̜̫͍̹̞̎̍͆̓r̗̟̩̭̺̝̗ͩͫ́́ͨͤ̓e͈͉͈̊ă̝̌l̲̖̪͙̫͈?̽͂ͣ͐̾ ̳͆

You touch the real place. It feel̩̓ͬͯͬ͂s real. But so does the ringing in your ears, the blurry visions probing your mind and the questionable voices telling you things. I am here. I am there. I am gone. Where am I? The Valcon Glassworks building is boring. It's not worth the looks, but around the back, ah, now that's where you want to go! Frol̩̓ͬͯͬ͂ic there, Deerling, frolic to the back end where the ̬͔͈̤̝̍ͦt̀̏w̬͍̉́i͓s͚̞̬̾t̟̥͖̘̣̚e̵̘͙̜͉̘̤ͪd̞͛ͯ́͒̓ͧ ̼͈̭ statue rests and speaks to your mind.

C̩̥̝̪̬̬̔͠o̗̻̣̜͊̈́̚m̲͙̠̻̖̹ͪ̂̍e̋͏̠̣̹.̲̣̬̤̠̯ͯ͗ͪͥ́ͨͨ ͖̹͉̥̈́̈̽ͨ̌͡C̰ͤo̧̦̲̤̹͙͍͌̀͂͂͒m̸͚̭͖̠̠͉̎̅͂̄̊e̩͔͕͂͐͒ ̣,̧̙ ̸̣̖͙͔͚́̓̊͋ͣͅD̺̯̫͌̀͛ͩ̿͛ͅe͕͚̳̺̬ͮ͋ͬ͌́͑̾er̯̽̍ͨ͌̅̂l̼̓͟i ̞̯͈̜̜̻ͪͭ̎n̸̲̙ͤg̶͈ͦ.͖̆̽͌̉̒ͧ̊ ̸̩̱͉̳͎͚͛C̩͖͇̰̟̹ͣ̅ͩ͆̔ͅỡ̘̗̥̝̳̗̇ͣ̒m̩͉͈̲͚̃ͩ͜e̅͑,́̊̿̉ ̳ ́S̯͕͕̞̣̤̔ḁ̱͒̓͂ͭ̂͊͆m̶͎͎͍͉̱̫̭.͇͚̣̰̝

You go. You do; you walk one step̦̗̪̘̌̋ ͫ̔á̝̗͖̬t̶̟͚̣̤̘̏͆̊͗̆̀ ̡͓͕̣̩̰̦ͯa̖͌ͭͦ͝ͅ ͓̆̑̃̓́̐t̻̰̞̣ͩͬ͋̉ͮͣi͔͇̥̐̒̈́͊̋ͥͦm̩̪̻̏̊ͭ̀ͥe̜͂ͣ̍͂ͦ͜ ͖̣̠͕ͦ̍ͧ̈́̑with ̵̼͔͔͛̃̀͌̽̒͑ͅḁ̛̖͔͛ͩ͌ͩ̑̊̚ͅ ͕ͯͨͦͯ͛͗c̲̯̝͆̋͒ͥli̹͑͋̿͜p̳̭̲̞̳̝̗͑̾̈̊̋͛-͑ͬͤ̿c̝͙̪̤̦͎͇ͣ̆͛ͮ̍͊͐l͖͖͇̞̲ͤͭ̽o̲̞̺̯̜̪p̧͔̟̃̈́̈̅̓ͅͅ ̣̖͇-clop, clip-clop, like the sound of rain drops hitting your head. .̠̺̣͓̩̇͑ ̩ͦ͐ͨ̉̃͆H͇̩ͪ̆̊̕i͈̠͕̺̝͇͉͋̽̒ͭ̊t̃͜,͔̊ͥͪ̃̅ͬ ͎̟̘̺̮̪̐͑ͥͤ̊̈h̰̹̩̟̜ͮͧ̀i̲̥͈̯̝ͨ̇̔̐̕t̗̞̩̬̙̣ͩ͗ͥͫ̑,̍ ͖ ̵͈̘̘̍̊ͅh̻̘̭͚̲͡i̴̘͇͈̙͋ͥ̑̒̉̑ͣt̠͈͇̮̦ over and over. Then you really are hit, and your nose starts to bleed.

A sta͖͍ͬ̐͊tuĕ͓̹̙͎͉̰̘ͫ̀̅̇ͯ̔͘, some kind of monument, a to̡̠̫̠̩̥̾̂ͧ̔͐̑̍mb of sorts. Dead children, c͇̥̓̓̕͝arved and sliced and butcherë̓̄̇ͣͫ͡d bë̓̄̇ͣͫ͡cause they were wanted by someonë̓̄̇ͣͫ͡. Wanted by her. By Extol, Extol, the Stalker who owns this tomb, this place, this interesting statue which beckons memories from the depths of your mind. As a͖͍ͬ̐͊ small Deerling, you see yoursĕ͓̹̙͎͉̰̘ͫ̀̅̇ͯ̔͘lf stabbë̓̄̇ͣͫ͡d in the leg, the side, the neck. Your spinĕ͓̹̙͎͉̰̘ͫ̀̅̇ͯ̔͘ c͇̥̓̓̕͝racks, your blood swirl̩̓ͬͯͬ͂s, your eyes bulgë̓̄̇ͣͫ͡. One pops from your hĕ͓̹̙͎͉̰̘ͫ̀̅̇ͯ̔͘ad and rol̩̓ͬͯͬ͂ls away; your ear is c͇̥̓̓̕͝ut frë̓̄̇ͣͫ͡ë̓̄̇ͣͫ͡ and your ba͖͍ͬ̐͊ck left leg becomes someone's souvenir.

Your hĕ͓̹̙͎͉̰̘ͫ̀̅̇ͯ̔͘ad is m͖̜̱͖̤̂̂͋̽o̸͇̭̘͚̗̬̺ͨ̊̑̇̅͋̐ǘ̘ͨͮͣnͩͯ̓ͤ̀̍̚t̛͈͈̯̙̹͊̓̚ ͕͎ĕ͓̹̙͎͉̰̘ͫ̀̅̇ͯ̔͘d̺͔̣̳͉͛ͦͣͧ̒ ̖o̹͓̘̿̐̀̄n̶͒̋͋͂ͪͩ̂ ̗̪̅̐̓̈̊ͫ͟ͅa̶̘̫̥̺͈ ͙̠̼͔̳̫̪̾̌̔ͨ̈͝w͛ͯ̓̄̀ͩͪ͟a̺̲̗̪̩̪̞̓̿l͔̳͎͗̌ͥ͌̋͋lͤ͆̈ ͮ̃̎ A sick game of death is a massacre to you and a ho̡̠̫̠̩̥̾̂ͧ̔͐̑̍bby to another. Your tears mix w̲̠͖͎̿ͥ͆i̮͚̳̞ť̎̆ͦ͊͑̎҉͎̟͔͖̗̭ḣ̪̞̹̊ bloo̡̠̫̠̩̥̾̂ͧ̔͐̑̍d. Your bra͖͍ͬ̐͊in is being torn open, disregarded like the sc͇̥̓̓̕͝um you are becausë̓̄̇ͣͫ͡ you are not one of them. Werë̓̄̇ͣͫ͡ you one of them, you would be worth something. Yet you are a c͇̥̓̓̕͝rea͖͍ͬ̐͊ture of the other side, the side tha͖͍ͬ̐͊t loses, the side that isn't protected, the side that means n̲oṯ̪h͛̋ͯ͐ͣ̆i͓̦͉̜͈̪̺ͬ͑͜n̲̲̊̎̅ͨͣ̔̀g̳̣͈̤̑.̩̗͉̫͉͗ ̪̭ You mean nothing. Your world is nothing.

You remember no̡̠̫̠̩̥̾̂ͧ̔͐̑̍thing.

S̭͉͍̘̘̮ͥͭ̾ṭ͎̮̗̓̍͝u̹̪̒̊̓̍̌̇̚p̯̞̯͈̤͔̑ͪ̈́̉̓̚i͇̒͑͆ͩ́̉ͣ ̹͚̹̦ͅd̙̙̙͉ ̴̲̗͛̌̃́̓S̻̘͚̳͗̊ͪ̈̓̓am h̞̹̲͍͕͔̍͢ạ̘̺͔̙̲͂s̲̮͚̼̪̒ ̛̺̓͆͂̐ͮș͓̻̼̜̐̌̌ͦu̪̩̘̟͓̭ffe̦̭̼̭͕̝̬̔͐̿ͬ̌͝ř̨̬͚ͥͧ͊ͤ̚ ̞͈̰̺ed̞͔̜͖̫̘̬͡ ͜ 2 points of damage̾̀̄̌̒ͨ to Sanity.

̦̝͕̳̣̻̄̃̇̇͛͑̑T̠̹̤ͩ́̏̆͗͠ẖ̛̪͉͗ǐ̴͚͙̥̖ͧs͔͓̋ͬ͋ͮ̚ͅ ̻͎ ̛̼ͧt͛ͬͩͤ͝o͐̎̉͑mͩ́͆̐b͉̙͍̦̻̼̳̍̊ ͉̲͋͌̍ͨ̂̄͑͡i̢͔͇͎͍̤ͪͅs͈̹̙̩͔̺̓̎̐̇ͤͦͮ ̸̦ͤͥ̓͆̎̌m̻̯͙ͪ̄̒ͨe̪̙͔̝̮̐̀̈ͤ͛ani̭̖͍̻͉̞ṇ͉͖̻̹̠͆ͮ̋́́gͥ ̝̣̙̠̲͎ͣ̊͆̂̑̀f͕̻͈ͮͯ̅̔ͦ͋u͍̓̓ͨ̎̔̚ĺ̖͚̙̯̠̋ͩ́;̤̪͉̥̝ ̖̰ ̤͖͋̂ͩ͛̅̍ͨy̟̞͕̼̼̻͈̏̿ͯͤ̓̓ͭo̲ͬͩ̎u͆̂̆̒ͪ̔͗ ̮̭̦̐͝ͅk͝ͅn̻̞̒ͥ̀̈́̇ỏw̴͍̲̰͕͔͔̣ͧ̊̋̊̎ͪ ̵͕̞̆͗̔t̯̟͇͚͉͂ͯ̊ͫ̑͠h̞̰͚͙̍ͤͦaͭ̐̔̒ͧ҉̟͉̟̘ͅt̩̹̪̖͒ͭ͊ ̫̞ ̣̋ͭ̋̃y̸̻̝̬̠̆̐ͥ̈o̠̥͐̌̃͐ͤu̐̚͠ ͯ̂̚c̫ͧ̈͊̒ͦa̤͙̠̿ņ̩̺̝̰̖ͭ̂̽ͅ ̴̫͖̃̉ͬ̐ͫ̄d̪̮̜̦̻̬o͋̓͑̽͑ͤ ̴͍͍̬̞ͧͯ͊ͣ̇̏̑s̵̗̮̹͛̆ͤo̗̼̊̽̍ͦ͆m̫͇̭̟͚͚͒͂ͬe͙̝̤ͯt̨̎ͦh̍ͤ ̤͍̰̝̽i͖̰̗͓̺ͤ̄ͫn̶͎̭͔̼͙̥̄̅͛͆̏ͪg̳̤̳͖͖̹͒̃̈́ͤͪ͌ͧ ̻̦ͩͥ͘ͅw̷͎͕ï̬̳͓ͅţ̼͈̦̲̺̯̮͗̌h͓͔̞͖̟͈̪́̈ͤ̉́ ̷͓̳͚͇̠̼̃̈́ͬ̃̈i͔̺̗͍͎̝̽̏ͧ͂̔̒͡t̮̚͢ ̜͎͇̙͙ͥ̿̚l̥͎͙̮̜͇͒͗ͬ͂ͧa̠̙̤̻͉̫̐ͣṱ͈͓̌ͣe̊̒͏̝͈r̿̔̅̃̿ͪ͒͝ ̻͔̪͈,̻͍̥̜͙͔̱̔̂ͭ ̍̽ͨͧ́ẅ̤͗̈́͜h̤̳ͨ͜e̚n̟̲̓̓̑̈̈ͥ͜ ̡̠̭̝͉̓̔y͚̰͐o̵̰̠̗̊u̮̖͕̠̩̠͗ ̛͖̥h̯̳͖ͪ̃͛a̱̤̺̖̱̫ͮͬͤ̐̇ͯ̓v̓ͤ́ͨ̃e̝̭̪̠̎ ̙̠͒͛̐ͅtͣ̓̾̈ͬ͊̚h̫e̻͇̤ͮͫͥ̏͗̚ ̥͎̜̭̹̃r͕͉̬̮͢i͕̞̠͈̿̍̾̉͛̏̑͝g͚̞̼͑ͦ̃͐͒ͦḧ͍͎̙̲̝́͋̅ͨͬͧ̋tͧ ̬̺̗̬͙̺̜ͪ̂ͨͭ implements ,͎ͧ̌͗̈́ ͣͪ̾ͮṫ̴̤̭̯̬͇͍̩̑ͮh̝e͍̓ ̻̬̣͔͉kn̹̘̬̣ͣ̈́̅̍͒ő̳͓̰͠w̵̲̪̰̺̫͇̹̓̍ͦͯled̳̺ͦ͋ͧ́̊̄͝ͅg̀ ͍e̷̩̞̪͎͙̟̫̓̈͊̒,̞̪̙̯̥̖̑ͥ͆̾ ͉̫̦͇̪͚̰ͥͣtͫ҉̥̝̲͔̺͎͈h̴͆͆ͨe̓͋͊҉̣̪̙͙͉̤ ͪ̓̐͏̙̗̪̯̞̣m͙͋͡e͡a̗͔̰n͔̤̦̘ş̰͕̝͔̲͖̝̓̅ͯ̽̈́̃ ͎̗̓̓̌tͭ͋̚ȏ̼͈̬͉̰̹͖͆͊̽͡ ̰͙̺̗̳͔̾͑ͅc̢̠̙̞̯̄̽͋͑oͬ̍̆͛͋͡m̴̪͔͖ͧ̂ͫ̏ͣͬ̈́p̵̲̥̟͂̒l̦̋ͩͬ ̘̹͓e̵͈̾̆̚ţ̗̮̫̦̹̺͖͂̈́̊e̸̗͇̗̙̹̅ ̤̲͈̖̻̪̈́̋ͥ͑a̡̩̼̺̼̅̃̔ͦ̈́̈̃ ̞͕ͦ͆̉͐̐̃ͨ̀t͈̯̙̝̘͊ͯ͑̅ͧ̌͢ask ̡ͪ̀ͧ̅y̦͖̩̥ͣou'̡̰̞ͧͯͥ̂r͈̰̤̣͗̏e̢̲̺͎̰ͅ ̼͇̒y̲̟̘̮̙͖͑̓̈̓͘e̟̝̱̬̼̰̼ͤ́t̜̍͋̍̓̌͢ ̻͢t̴̊o̬̹̲̰̔̚ǫ͚ͣ̐̉͗̑̆ ̩̗͚̗̳̻̰p̈ͬͯ͘a̺̼ͪ͛̾̆̈̃̄̕ț͂̉ͫ̀̈́h̵̺̰͚̫̖e̜̙̖̬̼̰ͦ̇̋͒ͨ͞ t̬̟͍͒̒̆̉̚i̢̻̟̰͕̘̝̦̿̍̊̿͗c̭͎̠ ̲̜̎ṭ̛̜̗͚̹̮͙ͤͣͭo̸̖̜͑ ̢̹̉ͨ̈̏͑ḏ̞͂̽ͭ̒̎̅͡o̬̦̬ͣ͌ͦ̑̐̎͐ ̒ͩ͏ȁ̞̗̓̾̄͊nyt̞͕̹̦ͣ̇̍̄͑͘ẖ͉͑̆̍i̱͓̠͍͇n̨͖̿̉ͪͩͫg͓ ͕̦̹ ̘̻͚͔͙̼f̤̪̘͒̄ͥ͢oͯͫ̔͝r̍ͫ̐̒͢.̣̌̄ͭ̈́ͤͯ̑ ͖̙ͨͪͫWhy ͈̈̂̃͊̉d̘ͮͥ͂̓ͮ͊̓̕ŏ̠ͫ̐͊e̤̟̫͂͒͘ͅs̡̼͕̭͎̙̳̎͗ͨ͗ͦ̽̍ ̥͇͉̬̞̱̂̈͆͛̽̚i͇͚̠̲͓̭͝ͅt̛͇̝̊̆͐ͩ͆̓̑ ͔̻h̡̟͙ͫͯ̇a̓ͧͦ̀͝v̗̱̰ͩ͊ͦ́̚e̹̳͖̱ͮ̊͊ͫ̄́ ̙̣̞͍͉͌t̸̟͕͕̺ͯ͛ͩͩo̭̦̬͑̈́̑̓͘ ̦͉͔̘̪̗̕b̭̽̂̆ͥ̈e̱̳̰͔ͩ̔͗͗̓ ̫̭ͮ̎͆̾̇̅t̉̽ͧͯ̉ͤͩ͏h̩̩̖̩ͯ̆̽í̥͔̰́s̞̟̞̠̉̋ͪͣ͆͘ ̳ͬ̈́̀̈́w̰̦̲͖̰͈͙̓̌a̪͞y̮̱̪̫͗̀̊̋͗ͭ̚?̦̭̬̦͍͔̬̿ͦ͞ ̶̔C͂̓͑ͥ̇ͨͪ͡á͖̆ͥ̄͆̈̑ń̬͑̍͘'̺͎͉͔̣͋̔͊̌̂̽t̂ͣ̀̈́̄ͪ̑ ̮̰̗͙ ̸̝͈̠͇̫̯ͫ̈̚y͔̬̥̱̪̻͙͑̀͂ͮ͌̍̃o̠͙͚̮̫̼̽͒̆͞ų͖̪̰̟̘͛ͩͩ ̬̖ ̣̟̮̜̱̼̹̑̀̾̔j̥̰̹̪̘̮͒̂̽ͣ̒̕u̷̓ͨs̻̻̄̏͒̊ͮ͆͜t̵̺̻͓̜͔ͮͭ̓̾ͯ ͅ win when you ̜̣̻͋w̏͒ͭ҉̹̹͖͓ͅa͉͞n̰̮̼͍͑ṫ̸̤̻̠̳̒?̨͚̯̯̏͗ ̳͖̣̘̃͐That's not how ̨̟̣̹t͒͑͛̊̆͏̞̣͙͕͕̝h̢͇͓̩͓̔̔ͤ͆ͫͪ͌e͇̩̰̅͌ ̠̘̜̞͋̂̌̽̿̏̎͢w͕͍̞̫͖̟̉̀͠ó͉̇̇ṛͣ̊̊ͦ̎͋̂ĺ̹̘̙̞̝̈́̓̍ͣ͑ͤd ͩ̋̔̍͝ works, deary. Your mind can't produce anything you want. You have to work for it.

̺̰̠̙̺ͧͣͨ̈́̉ͥ͠L̰̲̰͔̬̦̟̠͗̃͗͊ͤͭ̔̚ikͩͨ͛̈́̉̄̊ͣ͏͈͖̬̭͓̙͇ͅeͦ ̴̦͖̙̙̩̫ͮͣ̓̉ ̤͑ͧ͡how̋͌͑̎̌҉̨̝͔̥͇̯ ̠̜͎̖͚͖̰ͯ͒ͬ͠ͅţ̸̘͖̙̜̖ͪͦͅḥ̶́͂̓̇͒͑̽̚e̮̥̮̲̽͂̃̓ͧ͂̃ý̂͛ ̴̭̰͖̩̲̥ͪ͛͐̋̄ ̧̞̻̰̓͗ͫͦ͗̕w͗͂́̊͒ͧ҉̦͎̣͕̜̲̙̣orkêͬ̈́̾̃҉҉̤̝͈͖̗͙̞d̡͛ͩ̎̇ ̠̝̲̱̣̀ ̡̛̞̳ͩ̓ͣ̽͂ͪt͒͗ͧ͆͏̣̱̪ő́̑͆̓҉̡͏̰̜̬ ̧̯͔̰̗̌ͤ̏ͅm͕̥̰̭̭͐̊a͕̻͉̻̬̖̠̞͛̔i̱̱̹̜̿͐̊́̀̾͌͠m̡̛͇͚͖̤̈́̄ ̲̙̟͙ ̛̥̮̥̱̖̔̓̒ͥy͎̳͈͉̝͍̩̍̒ͣo̢̤̿͗̊̍͘u̴̺̖͕͑̓ͬͫ͛̊̈

Object {Butchered Foetus Tomb: Mourning Book, Ballad Book, Cursed Book} was added to the Team Rec͇̥̓̓̕͝ords.

r̸̸̢̝̱̰͇̹̲̳̤̉̉ͯ́̋̔ę͍̦͈̖̬̳́̓͂ͯ̑͗ͦͪ̑s̥̙͓̥̥ͨͮͪ͜ͅt , r̻̩̜̞̳̯͙̭ͣ̿́ë̢̛̫̻͓͔́͂̓̓ͧ́ͅt̆̍̂͛ͫͨ́͏̷̧̦͖̩r̫̯͈̣͗̽͐̒͡ ̗e̮̼̊͝a̯̳̺̓̅ͮ͋͘͞ṭ̪̮̉ͤ͟,̴͍̗͚̓̈́͗̈̾ͫ̈ ̭̣͈̤̫͕̈́̎ͮ͋̀̀e̛͙̗̒̑́͑ͨͧͩs̓̿̊̈̿̆҉̱̗̼ca̶ͫͤ͋̍̉͗̏͌͏̤̯̘̳ ̞p͈̪̼̲̱̏́̽̒ͤ̐͜͝e̫̪̳̣̲̼̗̼̍͆̍ͩ̀ͅ

Get out, go̡̠̫̠̩̥̾̂ͧ̔͐̑̍ home, leave and sto̡̠̫̠̩̥̾̂ͧ̔͐̑̍p feel̩̓ͬͯͬ͂ing this i̧̫̦̲̤͇̓̾͑̓n̳ͧ̀ṡ̛̮̗͈̇̇a͍͎̬̣̠̘ͅṅ̨̇̔ͥ̂ȋ̸̬̼̳͈̹̲̻tͥ ̹̹ͯͦ̋͛y̦̟̦̣ͬ.̥̯̫̞̣̦͓́ͦ ̺̔͑̈́Y̟͖̕ͅo̙̣̭ͬ͗͑̀́u̥̒̾̒ͯ̾͑̈ have to rest.̝̂ ̘̻̖̞ͦ̓̌̌̓̊̈Ẏ҉̦͚̹͓͇̲o̡̠̫̠̩̥̾̂ͧ̔͐̑̍u͍̘͈̭̤ͧͩ̆́ ̦̤̲͊̂͑̚h͔͎̾ǎ̲̫̼̳͓ͨͭ͂ͪ̍͠v͈͔̖͖̲͈̩͌̔͛̅ͭ͆ë̓̄̇ͣͫ͡ t̟̏̑́õ̴͙̃̈́͗̾ͣ go.̩̝̿ͥͮͦ̂ͥ́ͅ ̳̯͜T͔͚̻ͧͧ͌ͪͪ̅͑h͋͆͌ͤ͠ėr̍̓̂͑́ͅe̵̗͉̼̥̭̲̞͑̿̈͛̇͐̇ ̟͖̙͙̣̿̾̐͗͟i̯̓ͯ͂͛ͣ̀s̼̺̗̭̬͈̘̒ͨ͑ ̣̤̱̘͔̘͆͐͛ͯ̀͑n̵̩̞͍͈̜̻o̷͌̒͑͂̃̾t͗͊ͅh̭̘̟͚̻̫̾̅̌i͎̩͖͉̱̔̆ ͇͙ng͖͍̥͇̱̺̬̀ͦ more .̵̬̗̭̫̗ͩ͋̿͐͒ ̵͌͂ͣT̻̠̗̃̀h̓̑̐ͧ̅͏e̮̺͍̹̟͠r̸̻̩͔̎e̛͙͒̊ͧ͋̎͒ is̱̜͇̝͉̤̱ͩͫ ̮̘̺̹̮̠͆̉̀ọ̴̪̺͗nͤ̓͡l̘̔͆̋͌y̲̙̜̞̠͒̈́͝ p̱̿̂ͧ̇̀̂a͖͍ͬ̐͊ị̰̻͉ͨ̈́n͕͍̠ ̘͎͕͒̈́ͯͯ͊͋̑o̸̗̱͓͔f̲͓̂̾ ̣̩̭̠̠̈́ͨͤ̓̓͆̆ṫ̢͈̺ͤ̒h̰̳̰͓̹͗ͣ̏̉̇ͯe̼̳̺̣̋͌ ̶͔͙ͯͤ̍M̺̭̝̫̪͂Ḭ̣ͣN̖͔̟̋̍͌͌̚͝Ď̻̂ͥ


Sam the Deerling (S: Normal/Grass)

Health: 3/4
Sanity: 1/4
Perk: Repair | Learned Abilities: Rescue/Escape
Failed Assassinations: 0/2

[Suicune's Fire]

Night has fallen in Silvercoal City
Submit your Day 8: Night Cycle Actions now!




Krysari has detected three of her possessions at the Skymark Building.

Time Remaining:

@Noblejanobii @EmeraldSky @Morzone @pokemon trainer Felix @Spiderc @LKWayvern @Shieldbearer @Caite-chan @ant2011 @Sacred Fire @Chibi Altaria @azura evley @Scytherwolf @Speed-X @The Nonexistent Tazz @Shruikan @Pokemon Trainer Sarah @sammy0295 @Velocity @Bulbasaur @Ladybugclue @KingWinna @ninjaskarmory

[VeloJello]

Everything hurts... I don't want to hear the name "Philter" ever again.


But we're making real progress. Bless your heart, Krysari.

Rest.

[Suicune's Fire]

Everything hurts... I don't want to hear the name "Philter" ever again.


But we're making real progress. Bless your heart, Krysari.

Rest.

When night falls, you head straight for bed, feeling the soft, feathery texture of the pillow rest against your spiky head. The beautifully plush mattress soothes your aching body and mind, allowing you to drift off into a peaceful sleep. In the corner of the room, Krysari sits meditating. The energy emanating from her surrounds you and seeps into your mind, allowing you to heal more than normal.

Velo has restored 2 points of Sanity.

When you wake, you feel much calmer, more free in your mind, and finally able to think clearly. The events of the day still haunt you somewhat, but at least you are able to rationalise now and know that what you did was worth the cost.

Velo the Togekiss (M: Fairy/Flying)

Health: 5/5
Sanity: 3/4
Perk: Science | Learned Abilities: Escort/Protect, Exorcism
Failed Assassinations: 0/2

[sammy0295]

Rrrrest.

[Suicune's Fire]

Rrrrest.

As you watch Velo settle down into bed, you pick one nearby and do the same. The blankets are soft and welcoming, and they feel almost heavenly as your head flops onto the pillow and your spinning mind begins to take a needed rest. Krysari's presence is almost illuminating, and her calmness and strength washes over you while you sleep, helping you heal.

Sam has restored 2 points of Sanity and 1 point of Health.

The intense fuzziness in your head has almost completely cleared by the time you wake. You notice that Velo is up again as well, and you feel relieved that both of you are back in a safe state.


Sam the Deerling (S: Normal/Grass)

Health: 4/4
Sanity: 3/4
Perk: Repair | Learned Abilities: Rescue/Escape
Failed Assassinations: 0/2

[LKWayvern]

I'm challenging that AI Chatot to a Rap Battle using my Diplomacy.
There's a sentence I never thought I'd need to say.

I'm past patiently waiting! I'm passionately smashing every expectation! Every action's an act of creation! I'm laughing in the face of casualty and sorrow, for the first time I'm thinking past tomorrow!

[Morzone]

Raiding party, CHARGE!

I'll search Vale housing project floors 11-10 (56b). Here's to a useful find!