Stalkers RPG Main Action and Team Status [SEASON 4]

[Neo Emolga]

It has come to my attention that there is an injured Mudbray trapped in the graveyard. That place has much evil eminating from it, but I feel that I can survive it long enough to help.

[Use Medicine to heal the Mudbray at (37) Valley Graveyard]

Selflessly, despite knowing the dangers that Arrow reported at the Valley Graveyard, you know there isn't much time to help that Mudbray, even if you have to face the same nightmarish evil that Arrow had to deal with before. But you figure your best chances of dealing with the horrors are when the sun is out, dispelling as many dark shadows as possible.

As you approach the graveyard, the threats aren't so apparently obvious at firs̸̴̛̜̹̼̖̫̪͇̦͟͝t. From far off, one might even think there was nothing wrong, but as you draw closer, something feels unnaturally off. The air becomes c͉̰̙̳̱͇̰̟̞̠̯̘̬̼̺͎̗̼̅̋̋͊ͪ̓͂͆ͤ͐ͭ̇̔o̻͓͓ͤͫ͒̍ͯ̏͑̍͌͗͛͊̓́ ̖͓̙̥̭͖̲͖̫̘l̘̤̰̪̝̹̣͖͎̜͈̙͐̇̽͊̓̇̈́ͧ͋̐̄d̯̐̏ͨ̀̉̍̌͋̀͊̿ͮ̿͊ ̱͔̻̲͓͙̻̹̺̗, but wisps of unusual heat pass around. Murky shadows and shrouds surround the headstones that have had their inscriptions worn down from many years, but the shadows play t̰͈̗͔̥͇ͬͅr̹̪̣͍ͮ́͐iͥ͂̽͊̉̂ͦc̯̭̰̝̹͇̞͊k̪̜͍s̗̝̯ͩ on your eyes and the whispers make your heart race and skip beats at times. All the while you feel you're constantly looking over your shoulder, but it makes no difference as the shadows prod your wings, scales, and get in d̺e̙e̺̮͇̜̘̟̥p̰ ̲͈͙t͚͉ͅḥ̖͖̘̳̥r̺͔͇o̜̬̦u͇̼͈̯̘̳g̹͉͙̭̳̤h̼̼̞͚ ̜̪y͔͚̹͍͇̹o̬͔͕u̬̲r͉̪͉̠̯ ̳̹n͍e̘r͈̜̬v͖̙e̪̜̙s̖.

Yris the Ultra Necrozma suffers 1 point of Purity damage.

A sudden S̡̨͎̮̱͍̱̟̯̰̣̘̼̗͐ͫ͐͒̑͑̅͒͌͂̐̿̍̋̀͠ͅͅcͪͫ̈̃̄ͭͥ́̌ͨ̾́ͥ́͜͝ ͇̠̼̘R̡̲͔̬̺̖͚̼͇̺̝͑̀̓ͯ͒͐̊ͣ̾ͭ̾ͨ̒̍̿͝͞͞ͅe̶̹̺̮̔̾ͪͪ̎̓ͨ̅̓́ ͓̯̖̬͉A̺̘̠̱̘͚͚̤͖̪̣͔̲̠͇̰ͫ̋ͯ͗ͮͥ͂̎̒ͩ̒͗͑̋̎̌̿ͧ̚͟ͅM̃ͩ̇͌̃̌ ̪̗̮͈̮̺̤̲̰͚̩̳̠͚̖͎̭̣ͭͤ̍̈́ͤ͐̍̀̀ͅI̶̧̡̛̠̝̟͎̳̳͈͈ͣ̈́̊̉̔̓̎́ͅ ̮ͅͅN͖̹̮̱̗̭͈̯̹̞̭͌͌̐̿͛̈́̐́ͅͅg̛̝̹̙̜̮̥̼͍ͨ́̀͗ͩ̓͐̇̄ͭͦ̇ͮ͂̀ ̼͎̜̱̼ causes your heart to fill with so much dread that you nearly vomit from the anxiety and tension. Suddenly, even your memories go into an infernal corruption as dark visages of your past appear on the headstones. Names, places, all as if everything in your past just d̴̢̨͚̣̖͇̰̱͍̗̠͔͎̯͙̖̿ͤ̏͊ͯ̽̃ͪ̿͒̓̊͊͛ͪ͆͗ͤi͛ͨ̍̉̍҉̲̳̭͢͟͞ͅ ͔e̢̛̫̭͓̖̋̈̋͌̕͜d̞͓͚͉̼̱͓͕̒̅̂̎̇ͧ̾͆͛̈́ͬ́̚͞ and was swallowed by the h̻̜͙͚͈͖̤̜o̩̖̝͎͎̣͉̘̯̟̹͕̦̜̤ͅr̤̣̳̟̞̥̞̤͍̺̫̤̻r̳͚̰̜͔o̦̻̘ ͓̥͉̝̮̳̜̪̭̯̖̣̹̭͔̣r̜͓̮͓͉̦̺̞̣̰͎͔̮̲̱̞̤.

It's at that dark moment that the shadows feast upon your fears, and you've ú̝͚̇̋̽̈͑n͓̹͉̣̈̑̾͗̈́̀i̹͈̰͍ͣ̏͑͗͛ͦn̩̥̺̿ͩ̇̈t͎̻͖̥͖ͨ͆̐̓͗ ̹̲ȇ̺̼̮͖̤̍ͮ͑ͥͯnt̬̺ͬi͓̟̻͙͙͚̮̔̅̋̓̊̃ͬo̫̘̦͙͓̠̬͊ͨ͐̎n̮a̓ ̫͇͍̰̘͎̪ͬl̝̥͉̺̜̟͍ͬ̒̄͋̑̈́ͫḷy͒͊̓ͨ̋̑ ̜̺̙͉͙̩͑̈̆̅͗̄̏p̼͒ͤͦ̉͛rö̟͇̮̦͇́̒vͭ̄͐ͤi͍͎͂̓̄̉ͯ̚dͩͤ͛ͪ̿̊ ̺͚ͣë́̐̑ͭ̅ͬ̈́d͔̥͆̑̇̚ ̝̙̰͍̔ͫ͐͑͗͐̋t͖̽̾̈́h̰̥̝̿ͮe̹͍ͦm̼̪̭̯͇͇̤̉̾̓ͣͥ̌ ̯͖̲͍͕͚͌a̲͙̞͈͓ͩ ̖̥̬̄ͥͬb͇̩͔͈̗ͮͪ̆͋ạ̝̹̳͎͍̘́n͗̆q̍͌ͥụ̱̘̰̩͆e̝̝͌̿̊̚ṫ̔̚ ̥̼̋́̊̇.

O̺͇͎̗̰̥ṉ͗̎̓ͫë͖̼́ͫ̊̄͊ ̝ͩ̋̅ͩ̾̿O̠̐͛͐̋̚n͕͚̫̠̞̭̮Ë͎̻͚̖̘̩́ͦ ̭̝̬̩̹̰͋ͨ̐ͅo̒ͤ͛N̩̯̯Ë͙̌̑̿ͩ͛̊ ̩̺̣͍̰̻ͬ͒͗ͣo̥̤͔̰̟ͥ͛̈́ͧ͐̓n̟͖̮ͧ͐̽̚E̒̔̈́͂͗̇ ͙̩d̝̜̮͎͌̍ͦ̐ȧ͍͈̻̟̾̃ͭ̉Y̱ ͯͦͩ̈̚D̳̂ͨ̑ͭ̀͊͆Ǎ̗̟̑̉ͨ͐̿̐ͅŸ̑̉̌͗̌̐ d̜͓̻̦ͅa̠͔͉̭͚̽̂̔͒ͮŶ͍͍̮̎͑ͦ̀ ̲̺̩̠̈́̀̂ͧͩỳ͕̤͈̩͖̅͗o̙̜͚̬̠ͬ̀͂ͭ̚u̽'̻͍͈͓͖̌̐ͤ̏̑̊͊r͕̹e̿ͧ ̀̉̓͛ ̲̳͈ͥ̋ḡ͍̂̀o͖̹̗͙̙ͣͦ̓͌́̈́̐i̜̤̥ͤ̓ͩ̅ń͕̰̤̮̤̳̑g͓̥͖̫̜̰ͭͮ̃ ͉ ̗̦̜̐̈́̾̾ͩ̂ț͚͈ͬ̓ͤͪ̎̐ő̦͉̞̳̫̣̣ͣ ̻͎̗͓̗͈d͍̰̻̠̝̣ͣ̊̓̾i̘͓̭̺͆͗ͨȅ̳̙̘̥̫̩̹ͥd̝͙͉̰̯͚͆͗́ͮ̈́̿i̱ ͚̠e̟̜̮̣̗̯̅ͤd͍̩̳̫ͥȋ͑ͮe̟̗ͩ̅̃̈ͭ̃̐d̪͇̻̖͈̋̆͂̂i̙̟͇̹͇eͪ̂ ̯̤̹d̙͓̰̗̹̭̗í̥̂͐ͯ̍̓̄e͓̯̬̣̱͎̺ͯd̠̩̥̙͉̃ͨ̇ͦ̓̚í̟̳͙̓̓͆e ͖̖̼̗̖͚͗̑̓̏ͩ̔ͪͅd̲̯̙̣ȉ͚̥̗͕̗̏͂͛ͨͥḛ͇͖͖̤̜͒ͨͭ̅ͯͅd͖͉i̾̇ ͯ́ͨͭ̿e͛͂D̥͎̗͔̃̀I͕͓͓͈͕̙̗͛ͤ̈́E͑D̤̺̭̮̱͙͑̔ͮͣ̓̽͆I̟ͫ̉̐ͨ̊̚ ̖̻̺͔̲E̠̠̱D͂ͨ͐̍I͇̪͆̚E͙͈͉D͇̟̘͇͓͔̽ͣ͋̋̾̚I͙̼̗̖̠̍̂E̾ ͙̳ͤ̓

Trying to attack the dark presences to defend yourself proves to do nothing. Your assaults hit nothing but air, and the dread suddenly becomes Ả̻̱̫̹̻̟̺̺̮̠̝̗̖͙̠͇͖͎̓ͮ̽̾̋̾̾̽G̗̬̹ͫͣ̓͛͐ͦ̽̆̄ͪ̐̄̿͐̆̐̽̋ ̩̫̤̣̞̤̰̙͇̥̟̣̬͕͕O͍̞̙̣͎̎ͪ͂ͦ̃̐͒͐ͪ͐̓̌ͥ͋̏̆N̞̮̠ͭͬ͆͑ͨͨ̋̒ͤ ̙͓̪̰͉̣̭̯I͕̦͉̖ͦ̽̊̓̃̏ͭͧ̊̌̒͌͐̅̓͐ͥ̄̚ͅͅZ̔ͭͨͦͧ͛ͣ͂ͭ̈́ͤ́̓ͪͫ ̩͕̜̟̮̫͇̩̺̲̼I̦̟̥̣̯̼͓͎̜͓̦̗̊̂ͥͯͭ̽̔̂͑̊N̲͍͚̘̈́̃̈͗̐̂͛̾̅̉̚ ̳̘̗̭͈̳͓͙G̱̜̺͔͍͍̏ͨ̌ͥͭͣ̇̃̓.

Yris the Ultra Necrozma suffers 2 points of Purity damage.

A sudden, frost-like feeling takes stabs at your soul, like fangs ignoring your spirit energies and bones. The shadows burden you, stinging from all directions. Unfortunately, steeling yourself against these horrors does ń̗̞͔̍ͭ̅͆o̪̭̘̺͒̈́ͦ̒̃ͅt͇̎̋̚h̯͖͎̖̎̀̂ͬ͗i͈͎͙̼̦̜̺̓͌̋ͅnͯ̍ ͚͖̰̪g͕̘̮͆ͩͫ͐ͩ͒. Attacking them does nothing as well. Your only choice is to continue treading forward as the weight of the darkness gets heavier.

"A-Anyone there!?" you hear a voice in the darkness shout.

You recognize it as the Mudbray. You follow the sound of his voice, but your eyesight is shrouded as the shadows e̗̙̜̥̬͉͎ͣ͊͑̆ͭ̇ͧ̓n̤͍͕̭̗͔̤̤̓͂v̮̼̏̈́̾͒̒ͬ̈́̐̅ͅe͎̜̠͌̇̔ͥl̈ ̩͍̝͍̞ͣ̾̚ͅo̹̞̮̺̹̣̘̩̒̇ͬͩͤp̯̜̮ͯ́ͭ̊̆̎̍ ̪͍̺̙̗̥̫̌̍ȳ͍͉̱̝ͣͯ́o͉̟͐̿ͣ̎̒̀ṳ͖̥͍͕̤̾ͨͫ, nibbling generously upon your spirit. You groan, grunt, and press on despite the macabre horrors swarming around you.

"Oh god, you made it..." the Mudbray sighs in relief, paranoid of the swirling shadows around the both of you. "We got to get out of here!"

You rush your way to the Mudbray, knowing you're not going to have as much time to heal him as you would have liked, but it's enough to get him out before the shadows attempt to devour you both. It allows him to get back up again with enough strength to hopefully leave this horrendous nightmare graveyard.

{Shivering Mudbray: <Medicine>}

"You saved my life," the Mudbray thanks you profusely. "Come on, I can't thank you enough, let's go!"

You turn to follow him, but thë̴̡̢̱̗̮̺͖̯̤́̄ͦ̊͋̒̓̽́ͪ̓̏͂ͣͦ͋̏̏͘n you feel something yank your attention away, like a lasso yanking your s̘͍̖̻̦͚̣̜̠̾̔̈ͮͭo̙̹̝̺̱̣ͪ̓ͅͅu͍͉̙͛ͫ̽ͨ͌̉ͮl̬̳͎̫̭̑̌̓ͅ ̯ in another direction. You look dë̴̡̢̱̗̮̺͖̯̤́̄ͦ̊͋̒̓̽́ͪ̓̏͂ͣͦ͋̏̏͘ad ahead, seeing an e͔̘̯̽̉ͧͮ̐̏ͧ̐ͣn̞͚̫̤̦̘̎̾̈́̽͐̆̌͂ò̹̤ͮ̑̓͌ͪ̄͛r̞͓͋̐̅̆͆͗͌̋ ̙͙̼̫͈̜m̘͍̳͙̪͇̩̯ͤ̽ͨͥ̎̏ͩ͋ő̮͖͚̰̲̖̻̖̆̃ͥͬ̑̄̚u͓͖̣͇͔͕̐ṡ ̟̻̻̯̪͇̲͍ͤ͊̿ ͍̖͗ͩ̈̋ͦm̖͈͉̠̄̿̀̽ͦ̚a͎͉ͭ̄͋̏s̼͕̦̯͔̩̬͈̑̈́͛ͣ̎s͐̽͑̂ͪ̚ ̦̭̟̏ of horrë̴̡̢̱̗̮̺͖̯̤́̄ͦ̊͋̒̓̽́ͪ̓̏͂ͣͦ͋̏̏͘nd͑̊́̀̃̂̓ͤͤ͐̾̂ͫ̾ ̡̧͖͔̱̙͉̪̤̙͎͉͍̗̓͢ously dark, depressing energy raging and forking its way throughout the graveyard. All you can do for those dark moments is behold̡̧͖͔̱̙͉̪̤̙͎͉͍̗͑̊́̀̃̂̓ͤͤ͐̾̂ͫ̾̓͢ that dark image, m̘̦̭̗͍̥̭̙̥̠e̟͔̮͙̘s̭͎̞̹̼̺͎͙͙m̥̜̙͚̬͇e͇̠̬̤̳͍̤͇͙͓̻r̗̦͉ ͔̺i̖̲͎͖̥̯͓̜̥̦̪ͅz͎̖̮̯͍̜̝e̙̺̼̠̣̜̤̻̝͈͚͙̻̗̼͎d̺̻̝͇͓̩̠͉͎ ̥͇̫̣̱̻̘̲̹̜ ͓̤̥̱͚̗̝b͔͈̥̱̙̟͔͇y̮͈͉̪̙͔̙̠̳ ̮͍͙̬̟̥̪͇̰̙̖̻̝̹ͅi̱̟͕͎̥̰̝͓̩̦̲̮͈̦̮̱t̥̬͖̬̺͈̦͓͎̬̠͈s ͖̫̻ ̹̣̹̟̹͙̖̲͖̥̻ͅd̮̰̜͇̝̙̞̹a̼̱͖̘͙̭͕͕̥̰ͅr̗̙͈̰̯̪̻͇͉̹̖̼̫̞͔ͅ ̜̩̠k̤͖̳͔̼͚̖͉ ̪̱̤̯͔̞͓̙͇̦i̩̪͕̞͚ṋ̫̹͚̝̫̺͚̝̫͙̱̭͖̖͔f̼̮̹̤͓̠̜͕̹l͎̝̺͙̳̤ ͔͈̰͕̭͈u̩̞͉͇̹͚e̞̻͎̝͚͖̻͍̮̯͇̯ͅͅṋ̪̺͈̙͕̠̺̹͙͔͕̞̮̼̰̗c̗͖͓ ̮̲̠̱̞͓̫̞̰͉̘͙̖̩͓̘e̖̬̱̺̲͉̳̪͚̜͇̠̜͇͙̤̖ͅ.͖͔̜͈̻̮͓̲̰̝.̻̪͔ ̼̹̦̘͇̪̺̠̺͚͖.

{Corruption's Eye: <Seinaru>} added to the Team Records.

YriiiSSsSsSS... nothingnothingnothing beyond the darkest darkest fathoming nothing FATHOMING!

The twisted anarchy of these incoherent screams that your spirit quakes at make no sense to you, but as you try to scream, no word̡̧͖͔̱̙͉̪̤̙͎͉͍̗͑̊́̀̃̂̓ͤͤ͐̾̂ͫ̾̓͢s and no sound escapes your lungs. There is only silë̴̡̢̱̗̮̺͖̯̤́̄ͦ̊͋̒̓̽́ͪ̓̏͂ͣͦ͋̏̏͘nce, and then... nothing.

Yris the Ultra Necrozma suffers 3 points of Purity damage.

"Don't look at that!" the Mudbray shouts to you. "It's nothing but evil!"

You snap to your senses, forcing your vision to të̴̡̢̱̗̮̺͖̯̤́̄ͦ̊͋̒̓̽́ͪ̓̏͂ͣͦ͋̏̏͘ar itself away from the d̨͔̥̠͉̦̃̄a̴̖̟ͧͥͤ̏ͬrk̷͋ ̮͑̅̈ͨ̚͡b͇̺͓͛̕e̜̩̥ͭh̩̠̜̳ͧo̦̙̫͇̱̪ͅl͌̾ͤ̇ͮ҉̥͈̼̘͔̮ḋ͍͚̻ ̻̟̝e̛̙̤̾͒r̲͓̯̜̯̖ͦ̎͋͆̾. You charge your way through the shadows, following the Mudbray away from the horrors of that infernal, twisted graveyard.

It's going to take a lot to convince you to ever come back this wretched way again...

Yris the Ultra Necrozma (L: Psychic/Dragon)

Health: 12/12| Sanity: 8/8 | Purity: 2/8
Battle Stance: Fight
Perk: Medicine | Abilities: Rescue/Escape
Trait: Resourceful