Stalkers RPG Main Action and Team Status [SEASON 5]

[Neo Emolga]

OOC: Aurorawatch may not be interested, but I sure am!

Nia readied her equipment to do some sightseeing. Search (41) Canopy Art Museum (ABANDONED)!

You decide to head out tonight to see what’s the story with the Canopy Art Museum. While Aurorawatch doesn’t see any survivability utility in it, you still feel there might be something there that could be useful or shed some more light on what’s going on with the Stalkers.

You walk your way through the Northern Reach toward the eastern side, and eventually you find the square-shaped, dark-brown building. It seems the building is quite old and a lot of the fanciful architectural features like columns and molding trims have gotten worn down over time.

You start your search around the exterior, using the last bits of daylight you can before the night claims them into the shadows. Most of the alleyways seem to be empty, however. Meanwhile, you take note that the building has taken considerable damage, which is a shame considering you imagine it might have had historical status due to the age of the building. Thankfully it doesn’t seem to be at risk of collapsing, but you feel it’s likely some of this damage can’t be repaired without removing and replacing large portions of the old structure.

You don’t seem to find much outside besides old bits of trash, so you decide to head inside, using a flashlight to illuminate the dark recesses of the museum. The old halls are very vacant and open, and as you walk, every footstep echoes throughout the open areas, giving you that eerie feeling that someone is in here with you. Sometimes you stop to make sure that the footsteps that you’re hearing are only yours and not someone else’s…

As you browse through the galleries and displays, it’s a hard sight for any art lover. A lot of the paintings have fallen down onto the floor, statues have toppled over onto the marble tiled floor and have taken significant damage, and models have fallen off their mounts and crashed to the floor in pieces, all because of the earthquakes shaking and rattling everything in the museum. However, a few art pieces are still intact and have managed to stay on the walls or remain on their display mounts, some of which only just got a bit lopsided or skewed.

The artwork itself appears in many different mediums, include oil paintings and watercolors while others are stone or wood carvings. And the subject matter is all across the board from nature scenes, architecture, recreated scenes from history and famous battles, and other similar subject matters.

Another section of the museum is dedicated to archaeological finds of ancient pottery, tools, artifacts, and murals from long ago. Sadly, many of these have been damaged from the earthquakes as well. Often you find the floor bathed with broken fragments of these artifacts along with pieces of whatever glass display cases were holding them. You carefully watch your step as you navigate your way through the galleries, taking care that your white furred feet don’t press down hard on a jagged fragment of glass.

You find one display case that looks like it fell over and broke apart rather recently. One of the items you find that fell out appears to be a protective locket made out of a whitish metal that doesn’t look like anything you’ve ever seen before. It looks like it opened up, revealing an otherworldly ethereal essence in the form of a glowing white misty sphere that emits an illuminating smoke-like haze. You imagine whoever found this locket and sold it to the museum probably didn’t realize there was this ethereal presence inside, and now here you are, finding it thousands of years later.

You approach it and it radiates with a fiery passion of purity. You look over the locket and you wonder… did someone mistake this as a relic from ancient civilization when really it seems to be… from Utopia? It bears similar artisan qualities and features akin to some of the other Utopian relics you’ve seen recovered back at the emissary base.

You touch the fiery essence with your paw, and suddenly it absorbs into your very soul, and you quickly feel a refreshing and invigorating wave of empowerment flush over you.

Nia has equipped the [|UA| Soulfire Fury] (25% chance of dealing double damage each time a successful strike is made) Utopian Aspect.

You keep searching, though the feeling of equipping a Utopian Aspect is unlike anything you’ve felt and experienced before.

The modern art section of the museum seems to be a bit more intact with less destruction caused by the earthquakes. But as you enter, something feels wrong. Certain pieces are bathed in greasy dark-brown filth in ways that don’t seem like they were caused by the earthquakes, and they don’t seem at all like what the artist originally intended. Meanwhile, the smell is horrible and you’re quite certain you’ve never experienced a scent this ungodly.

You quickly get on your guard when you recognize the dark, tainted aura of the Stalkers. You approach one of the smaller rooms, and suddenly you see something twisted and entirely unnatural on the opposing stone wall…



=Kammo Wall Jingle= has been noted in the Team Records.

It reads like a deranged nursery rhyme scribbled with graffiti while the wall has been soiled with some grotesque and foul-smelling ichor. You’re not sure who this “Kammo” is or what dark and macabre folklore this Banette might be from, but something about the name makes you feel uneasy…

Meanwhile, in the center of the room, there is only a single display on a stone pillar mount. It looks to be a pure white egg, devoid of any color or features that suggest what unborn baby Pokémon would be inside. And somehow it’s the only art piece in this entire gallery area that’s avoided being splattered with the foul-smelling filth. You look it over and it seems to have a hole on one side, and as you look down, you see there was a metal plaque here that was supposed to have a description of the piece with the artist’s name, but many of the letters have been violently dug out.

The only ones that remain spell out something very ominous:

AboRt tHE UNboRN ChiLD

{The Unborn Child Egg: Abortion Deed} has been noted in the Team Records.

All around it, there reeks a presence of the Stalkers. You’re not sure what exactly this dark abortion deed entails, but it seems like it has something to do with the hole. You get the idea that likely something vile needs to be driven into it to perform the “abortion”, but you don’t want to imagine what happens next after such a thing is done…

After getting out of there, you search throughout the remainder of the museum, but you don’t find anything else that significantly stands out besides more art pieces that either survived or were ruined from the earthquakes.

You decide to head back to base, still wondering and feeling uneasy about that egg…

Nia the Alolan Vulpix (S: Ice)

Health: 16/16 | Sanity: 20/20 | Purity: 24/24
Battle Stance: Tactical
Perk: Medicine | Abilities:
EQUIPMENT:
Attack Weapon: [|AW| Military Dagger] (Adds 1d4 damage to successful attack rolls)
Defense Armor: [|DA| Riot Bracers] (Reduces incoming Health damage by 1 point each time Health damage is taken)
Jewelry: [|JY| Amethyst Bracer] (Reduces incoming Sanity damage by 2 points each time Sanity damage is taken, Revives player and breaks upon Death)
Utopian Aspect: [|UA| Soulfire Fury] (25% chance of dealing double damage each time a successful strike is made)
MERCENARIES:
#1: <Empty>
#2: <Empty>
PACK:

• $146 Sochas$
• Spelon Berry (Restores all Sanity)

[Neo Emolga]

I'll search the exterior of the Silverlight Shopping Mall (2).

I go with Midnight and check the the exterior of the Silverlight Shopping Mall (2).

Tonight, Soul and Midnight decided to stay close to home and investigate the exterior of the Silverlight shopping mall. From a distance, they could see that most of the Pokémon that had been living here had been in makeshift housing typically in the parking deck just as some shelter, though there were tents and makeshift sheds scattered around the mall as well.

From what Soul and Midnight saw, most of these Pokémon lost almost all of their savings and were just barely getting by. Others simply lost their homes due to the OMEN crisis and had nothing else due to the remaining hotels having virtually no vacancies. At night, most of the Pokémon that were working at the mall had come out to reside here. Around the refuge camp, trashcan fires were common, tailgate cooking was a way of life, and simple cheap entertainment like card games and live music with inexpensive instruments were all around them as they looked around. As they walked through the camp, they saw an old Lopunny and a weary-eyed Sandslash chatting over a cup of tea while a young Charmeleon was stirring a soup kettle over a fire.

Quite a few Pokémon went to sleep as soon as the sun went down while others tried to enjoy some semblance of nightlife. From what could be seen in their eyes and behavior, they’ve got used to this living situation after three years of it. It was nothing fancy and they were certainly not the envy of the Pokémon residing in the hotels, but they were surviving and keeping sane by taking one day at a time. From the looks of things, the situation of many Pokémon living together in close proximity brought them closer together.

Soul and Midnight traveled to the western most area of the mall, typically the least-active and populated area. While the lights around the mall were turning off to close for the night and save the electricity. Soul had spotted a small metallic object near a few piles of discarded carboard boxes. When he went over to take a better look, he saw it was a lightly-scratched key with the letters and numbers “Y117” painted on the base.

“Curious,” Soul remarked, looking over the key before turning to Midnight. “Think we’ll ever find where this is supposed to go to?”

“No harm in taking it,” Midnight shrugged with a smile. “You never know.”

Soul nodded and promptly pocked it.

[Vault Y117 Key] has been added to the Team Inventory.

As they checked by the front of the building, there was a neglected pile of dirty clothing, blankets, and towels. Feeling it was worth searching anyway in just case, there was a coin pouch in one of the pocketed cloaks that still had a few sochas within it. After pouring out the coins, counting them, and dividing it evenly, they pocketed their shares and continued looking.

The $60 Sochas$ have been added to Soul’s and Midnight’s Packs (30 each).

They finished off the night search by investigating the rest of the building’s perimeter, but besides a few piles of discarded trash and a few other Pokémon tents and camps, they didn’t find anything suspicious that seems to be connected to the Stalkers.

After deciding they had enough, they headed back to the steel mill to sleep off the rest of the night.

Soul the Scrafty (M: Dark/Fighting)

Health: 20/20 | Sanity: 20/20 | Purity: 20/20
Battle Stance: Tactical
Perk: Security | Abilities:
EQUIPMENT:
Attack Weapon: <Empty>
Defense Armor: <Empty>
Jewelry: <Empty>
Utopian Aspect: <Empty>
MERCENARIES:
#1: <Empty>
#2: <Empty>
PACK:

• $30 Sochas

Midnight the Zoroark (M: Dark)

Health: 20/20 | Sanity: 20/20 | Purity: 20/20
Battle Stance: Ferocious
Perk: Diplomacy | Abilities:
EQUIPMENT:
Attack Weapon: <Empty>
Defense Armor: <Empty>
Jewelry: <Empty>
Utopian Aspect: <Empty>
MERCENARIES:
#1: <Empty>
#2: <Empty>
PACK:

• $30 Sochas

[Neo Emolga]

Lycellus idly tapped the toothpick warhammer against their chin, while humming thoughtfully. Searching Greenlawn Manor had worked out well enough, so logically, the Estate next door should be a good place to look next. Plus it was abondoned, so if a wall were to cave in accidentally, it shouldn't be a problem. Unless the rumors of a squatter were true... So they'd just have to be extra careful when examining not to squash anyone.

Search (48) The Cobal Estate (ABANDONED)

Tonight, you decide to fly east and head for the Cobal Estate, wondering what’s been going on there since Cobal was found dead there recently, killed by wandering ghouls that to this day continue to lurk around the Northern Reach. However, you have a feeling that like many others, he wasn’t expecting them and was likely ambushed.

By the time you reach the Cobal Estate, you see the sunlight disappear and night fall upon the area. You touch down and take a look around, making sure there aren’t any ghouls nearby. It seems as though despite your large size, they either haven’t noticed you or could have actually been intimidated enough to withdraw back into the shadows.

You start by searching the exterior first. From the looks of things, the large light-gray building doesn’t seem too bad and seems to be in relatively good condition. What you can safely assume is that Cobal refused to leave his estate after OMEN happened. It seems likely he didn’t want to take up residence in a hotel or definitely not in a hut in a shopping mall parking lot. However, his decision to remain here seemed to be what killed him.

And it doesn’t seem like it happened all too long ago. From what you can see, it seems like the estate has only been abandoned for about six months or so. Some renovation work was needed, but nothing too critical, and it seems like it was only because no one wanted to perform work on the house with the ghouls running about.

From the exterior, you don’t see anything truly out of the ordinary. Even the backyard has a nice view of the ocean shore and the trees block the unsightly mess of the OMEN crater. It almost makes you think… would you want to give up all this to live in a shabby tent in a mall parking lot for three years? You could see where it would be hard to say yes.

As you discover, your large size makes it impossible to enter the building itself. You instead look through the windows, and it seems like the interior rooms are very nicely furnished and look cozy, though with the sunlight gone, much of the rooms are flushed with shadows and darkness. From what you can see, the tables, lamps, chairs, and other furniture pieces look expensive and it seems Cobal enjoyed art and sculptures as well.

You search most of the rooms through the windows, but it doesn’t seem like anything is drastically out of order. All of Cobal’s belongings and furnishings are still there as if they’re just waiting for him to come home, but still, now they only sit there in silent dust and sleep in the shadows.

When you get toward the northern side of the house, you feel a bizarre sensation coming from the basement. You decide to see what’s going on, but from your angle, you can’t quite make out what’s the source of the grim presence. Wanting to find out more, you decide to open the window as much as you can, and you stick your head in to see what the source of this is…

#Black Expurgation Presence (10 Purity Damage)# Trap 20% Evasion Test: 71 out of 100: Failed!

And you immediately wish you h̐̓̍ͬ̄̉a̭̱̞͉̟̩̽͐ḓ͇̫̜̊ͩ͒̏̉̽n͈͖̦͎̐͆ͨ͆̋̍’͔́ͭ̽̉t̆͛ͦ̾ͮ ̙̝̘̬̫ͅ…͈̦̥͓̺̦ͨ̀̒

Before your very eyes lies a terrifying portal to just pure n͉̝̦̘̘̯ot̠̪h͍̟̩i̺ng̰̝̼n͓̥͙̗̳͍e̠͖͖̭̞̜ș̤͙̺̦͈̯s̬̘ ̼̦̺. While you’ve seen the color black plenty of times, this is b̹̣̮̹l̯a̠͓̻c̺̬̟̬k̯͙̬̭͉͔̦ne̖͇̬͓ss͈̺͖̬̮ͅ far beyond anything you’d seen, like a gaping void of consuming anti-matter.

The dark presence g̺̮͈̝͍͓ͯ̌ͥŭ̓͐̚s͎̖̺͉̜ͧͥ̓̾̿̀̅ͅͅḥ̹̮̱̩͙̳̂ͦ̓e̦̦̥͉̿ͫͧ̚ s̘ forth from it, and you immediately try to pull your head back. However, for a few seconds, your head gets stuck, leaving you h͖̟͊͆͒̐ͣ̅̆o̜̼̫̎͐̅̆̾w̘̻̎͆̏ͬͨl̠̱͖̅̍͌̚iͧ̃̄ͪ̍ñ͕̋ͩ̌ g̐͛ ̪ͫa͕͇ͣn͉̗̥̫̘̈́ͮ̀̓̈́̃̔d͕̃̈́ͯ̈́ͣͮͅ ̙̦̦̜͕̰̏s͖͓̒c̤̄͒̃̊ͬ̏r̩̘̞̜̤̳̬ͮ̎͗e̾͐̉ͩ̆ȁ̠̖͚̖̬̬̻͊ͥ͋m͑ ̗̼̪̺̤̈́̀͂i͎͖ṇ̻̯̬͖̞̽̓̍ḡ̮̜̗̭̭͚̯͑ͫ̓ͣ̊ as the devouring blackness washes over you, c͍̯͉̫͉ͅͅon̺͈̼͍s̼̫̝̺͔u͎m̮̗in̮͚g̫͓̫ ̲̲͍y̭̩͚͖o͔̺̳̲u̥̝͚̭͇ ͍̬͇̮f͍̪a͙̼̙̫cͅe̩̣̗ ̼̰͈̣ͅfi͓͕̰r͎̙̙͖̹̖͕s̭̫t̤.

Lycellus has taken 10 damage to Purity.

Never before… never ever h̹̭͇̩̖ạ͔͇̭̱̮v̟͙̱̳e̖̯͍͖̖̯̜ ̟yo̰̱̙̦u͉̥̲ ̦f̟̘͙̦͍̗el̟̗̺̳t͚̙̺̻̗ ͎s̰o̱͙͉̼͕͚ h͔̳͉̬͕o̰̰̖̗̠̼ͅl̠̫̩͉̲͎l͍͈̹̰͚͉ͅo̼̻̤̪̻̤w͙…̬̯̹̯͔̼

…so n̝̼on͙̪̭̯̺̜ͅ-͈̻͚̹̤͍̺ex͙̯͓̘͍̫̤i̺̰͉s̞ͅt͈̠̫͇e̬̯̱̱n̝t͍̘̩͖…̹̗͙̗͔ ̰͔

…so v̤̣̣a̦̤̫ni̘̭ṣh̼̘e̠d͖̮̜…̦

You violently thrash to break out of the ensnarement, ripping apart the window frame in the process to pull your head back. But all you see are the three marks in your ravaged visions, blacker beyond any blackness you’ve seen before…

Obl̺̹i͕̮̱͖̻͇͇v̜i̝̘̮o͎̩̟̬͇͖̞n̝͇̙…̮̖͔͓͉͙̫ ͓̬V͍̘̟͍̻oi͙̫͓͖d̼̹̠…͖̘̣̘̹̻ ̘͇̗̫͙͙E̱̺r͖̜͓͕a̭s̼u̩̫̫re̻̭̗͍͙…̭͖

For a dark moment, you’ve never felt so lost before, wondering if you’re living, or anything at all. And you even question if any of this is real or just a dream. Part of you wonders if you’re just a part of someone else’s fleeting dream, destined to vanish as soon as they wake up as if you were nothing in the first place… nothing all along…

Just who and what… really are you…?

#{Chamber of the Divided Zero: Mark of Oblivion AND Mark of the Void AND Mark of Erasure} Black Expurgation Presence (10 Purity Damage)# has been noted in the Team Records.

It takes you some hard effort to snap back to your senses, but once you do, you decide to flee from that dark place… for the sake of your very existence…

Though you might have trouble sleeping tonight with the strange, terrifying realizations swimming in your mind, you’re just happy to have escaped from that sudden, horrifying sight. But you imagine it’s going to be the subject of your nightmares for a while…

Lycellus the Eternatus (L: Dragon/Poison)

Health: 24/24 | Sanity: 20/20 | Purity: 6/16
Battle Stance: Tactical
Perk: Security | Abilities:
EQUIPMENT:
Attack Weapon: [|AW| Veteran’s Warhammer] (Adds 4 damage to successful attack rolls)
Defense Armor: <Empty>
Jewelry: <Empty>
Utopian Aspect: <Empty>
MERCENARIES:
#1: <Empty>
#2: <Empty>
PACK:

• $195 Sochas$

[AgloMe Oen]

Oh @Lychee, I’m sö̲͎̪͔̜ͯ͑͋̈́̃ͦͤ s̬͖̋̾̾̃̎̏ͫo̦̺̖͈̞͆̍r̺̥͍̼̐ͭ̌͐ͭr̻̭͎̫̳̘̣y͋͗! Guess what’s worsḙ͇̰͍̺͇̃̐͛̕ than Friday the 13th, 2020? Saturday the 14th, 2020! Wḙ͇̰͍̺͇̃̐͛̕ll, at least just for you anyway!

Nico the Cinccino has been up and ṣ̐l͎̣͉͆a̦͇̗̼̗̎͊͌̔̋ụ͓̯͒͐g̠̲̈̅̂̾ͧh͓͈̰̯͎̮̭̐ͬͩ͗t̑͋̈ͣ ͆e͆ͨ̔̈̄ṛ̠͕̪̾̈̂̐e͕̞̣͓͍̲͕̎ͩͩ̑̒̎d͍̯͙͕̠͖̒̏͛ͨͦ̋ by the Stalkers!!

OMG, yes, players like you can be targeted by the Stalkers! It’s so much more fuņ̮̰̯͖̬̤̫͑͒ͫ͑͜ this way, don’t you think? But hey, here you are taking one fö̲͎̪͔̜ͯ͑͋̈́̃ͦͤr the team and everyone else in town! Like a champ! You’re tonight’s Stalker v͕͛i̺̖̎̏ͅc̳͕̀̅͌t͍͛̉ͦͦ̐i̘̟̮͌͋̆ͮ̂̃̄ṃ̝ͫ̏̓̓͗ and thanks to you, no one else has to be!

It honestly seemed like everything was perfectly happy and finḙ͇̰͍̺͇̃̐͛̕ on your way back from the Aurorawatch Military Cö̲͎̪͔̜ͯ͑͋̈́̃ͦͤmpound! You were even able to see the steel mill in the distance as you happily skipped back to base with a bit of a skip in your step from a productive night of baffling two idiot guards that should be fired and from you getting to see the inside of the palace. Hey, only the rich and over-privileged get to see that!

You wereņ̮̰̯͖̬̤̫͑͒ͫ͑͜’t even thinking about what was around you as you were heading back to base! Heck, you could have stepped in a big warm pile of Pika-doo and yö̲͎̪͔̜ͯ͑͋̈́̃ͦͤu wouldn’t have even ņ̮̰̯͖̬̤̫͑͒ͫ͑͜oticed! You didn’t even stop to see how alone you were with no one watching!

Actually, you weren’t ȁ̗͈̫̂̊l̻̟̹̙̳o̤͕̓́ͭ̍ͭ̏n̟̬̔̋ͫ͗ͯ̈́̊e͍̪̞͚̠̪!̭̘͔̦̇̂

You werḙ͇̰͍̺͇̃̐͛̕ smiling oh so cutely and then…!



Nico came down with a s̗̞̘̬̀̄ͬ̇ḛ̹̙̱̺̥̲͐v̼͍̙̊͂ͩͣ̋̐̎e̠̼̟̹͖̅r̘̠͈͉̗̮̒ͯe̤͛ͤͪ ̫̭̖ case of deadņ̮̰̯͖̬̤̫͑͒ͫ͑͜ess!

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It was a lovely mö̲͎̪͔̜ͯ͑͋̈́̃ͦͤrning! Aurorawatch was ḙ͇̰͍̺͇̃̐͛̕njoying the warm dusty air of Exacta, looking forward to investigating yet another crime scene! Word is they still haven’t gotteņ̮̰̯͖̬̤̫͑͒ͫ͑͜ used to this! And m͓̝͈͇ͅo̱̗͉̎ṇ̞̟̋s̮̥̺͖͉̩̩̄ͯ̅ͮ͒͗t̻͂r̘͎͕̰̗ͮo̓ͥ̎̉ù̎͊̏ ̮̘ͧs̳̬̥̣̲̱͉̎̎͋̽̋l͂̓̃͒y̙̟̍ͯ̅ͧ huge fuzzball himself, Crez the Whimsicö̲͎̪͔̜ͯ͑͋̈́̃ͦͤtt, investigating the dead body of yet another huge fuzzball. You, Nico! Now don’t you feel special? See, if you ever wanted attention, all you needed to do was d̻̗̞̰̲͚̠̔̉̇ͩ̓̿i̼̠̰̹̺͚͂́e̲̫̬͖̓ͧͮ!̗͔͕̪̮͓

While Crez was just arriving to get iņ̮̰̯͖̬̤̫͑͒ͫ͑͜ on the fun, Initiate Rali the Treecko and Squire Tḙ͇̰͍̺͇̃̐͛̕cker the Pelipper were already on the scene! Oh, and yö̲͎̪͔̜ͯ͑͋̈́̃ͦͤu were there too, Nico! You get to play the victim role! Don’t worry, all you need to do is just lay there, no script rehearsing necessary! E̲͓͇̼̜̭͚ͮạ̘̰̪̬͊͋͗̐ͮs̠͍ͦͫͅy̰̖͓̼͙̹̤͛̿ͧ͐̓͊̐ ͔͓͉̗̔̎͂ͧͯ͐̚p̲̭ͨeͭ͒̅̐ͪͩͯa͓̫͉͒͆̓ͮ̉s̪ͦͣ̇͒ͫ̋ͪy̽̓͂!͚̱́̓ ͙̙̬͕̭

“Whoa, this is bad…” Crez stated coldly, winning Understatement of the Year Award. “What happened to this poor Cinccino dude?”

“I think he’s dead,” Tecker replied, stating the obvious like a bubbling numbnut! “Well, I mean, I guess he can’t bḛ̠̭́̈̋ͦ̀͗͋̾͘ alive if there’s a giant lumberjack axe in his skull.”

It was true. There really was a giant, shiny lumberjack axe nestled in your skull all cozy-like! Turns out your brain is nice, sö̲͎̪͔̜ͯ͑͋̈́̃ͦͤft, squishy, and warm. Like a cushy beanbag! You should see the look on your face, it’s all like [i]”guh, there’s a giant axe in my head, uhh… guḛ̠̭́̈̋ͦ̀͗͋̾͘ss I’ll take a nap now! Zzzzz!” Who are you to go to bed before brushing your teeth!? Gross!

“Uh, yeah, we… found this…” Rali muttered nervously as she sheepishly passed a piece of paper to Crez. “I… uh… it’s probably from… O-Obscene…”

“Ho boy,” Crez sighed, unfolding the paper before reading it aloud!

“Once upon a time under a starry sky. Skipped along Nico the Cinccino with a twinkle in his eye. Fuzzy and cuddly, so pleasantly bubbly, ö̲͎̪͔̜ͯ͑͋̈́̃ͦͤh what a night to die!

Happy hḛ̠̭́̈̋ͦ̀͗͋̾͘ was, skipping back home, happy he was, but all alone! The loveable fluff, thought he was tough, didn’t feel a chill in his bö̲͎̪͔̜ͯ͑͋̈́̃ͦͤne! But then came Lumberjack Lee, a most jovial Lombre, he just couldn’t relax, grabbed his trusty axe, and by golly thought Nico was a tree!

Go get some lumber, Lee, you know you should! But what the axe hit sure wasn’t wood! Down on Nico’s head, and now Nico’s dead, but that’s how it goes iņ̮̰̯͖̬̤̫͑͒ͫ͑͜ the neighborhood!”

Crez just sighed and folded up the paper before pocketing it. Aww, I don’t think he liked it! Well, hopefully you did! Way mö̲͎̪͔̜ͯ͑͋̈́̃ͦͤre fun than just a newspaper obituary, don’t you think?

That’s all, folks, back to your regularly-schedulḛ̠̭́̈̋ͦ̀͗͋̾͘d madness! Ciao!

Doom Trackḛ̠̭́̈̋ͦ̀͗͋̾͘r:
2/40

Nico the Cinccino (S: Normal)

Health: 16/16 | Sanity: 15/20 | Purity: 24/24
Battle Stance: Ferocious
Perk: Diplomacy | Abilities:
EQUIPMENT:
Attack Weapon: [|AW| Rogue’s Dagger] (Adds 3 damage to successful attack rolls)
Defense Armor: <Empty>
Jewelry: <Empty>
Utopian Aspect: <Empty>
MERCENARIES:
#1: <Empty>
#2: <Empty>
PACK:

• [OMEN Sample Collection Jar]
• [|AW| Worn Officer’s Blade] (Adds 1d6 damage to successful attack rolls)

Inveņ̮̰̯͖̬̤̫͑͒ͫ͑͜tory Losses

<None> (both the Roguḛ̠̭́̈̋ͦ̀͗͋̾͘’s Dagger and the Worn Officer’s Blade rolled successful preservation rolls! Wow, you got lucky! Actually, I can’t really say that.)

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Nico has been reincarņ̮̰̯͖̬̤̫͑͒ͫ͑͜ated as…

Nico the Snorlax (L: Normal)

Health: 24/24 | Sanity: 15/20 | Purity: 16/16
Battle Stance: Ferocious
Perk: Diplomacy | Abilities:
EQUIPMENT:
Attack Weapon: [|AW| Rogue’s Dagger] (Adds 3 damage to successful attack rolls)
Defense Armor: <Empty>
Jewelry: <Empty>
Utopian Aspect: <Empty>
MERCENARIES:
#1: <Empty>
#2: <Empty>
PACK:

• [OMEN Sample Collection Jar]
• [|AW| Worn Officer’s Blade] (Adds 1d6 damage to successful attack rolls)

Oh yeah, that lö̲͎̪͔̜ͯ͑͋̈́̃ͦͤok is totally you, Nicö̲͎̪͔̜ͯ͑͋̈́̃ͦͤ! Get out thḛ̠̭́̈̋ͦ̀͗͋̾͘re and go mͯ͛ͨ̾̊ͩ͛u̱̞͎̳͕͚ͨ̀̓̌̒̈́ͅr̥̖̙ͅd̟ͥ̔̿̆̇̚e̬̠͇̝͈̊̓̄͂̆r͌͊ͭ ̫̯̦̻̟͚̪̾ a buffet!

[Neo Emolga]

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[Shruikan]

"Nico no!" ;_;

"Ahh, perhaps investigating the estate wasn't such a good idea. Now I must remove this clawing empty feeling in my soul..." After a bit of research Lycellus found that there is a berry that should help with that somehow, though why such a fruit would evolve only Arceus knew. "So, Berry shopping, then disarming the trapped books."

~~~

"Hello friend! I would like one of your most soul-clensing Starf berries please" Lycellus grinned their overly toothy smile at the Clefairy, though it seemed a little forced today.

[Buy and use a Starf Berry from Friend in Need Pharmacy at (2) Silverlight Shopping Mall]
[Use Security to attempt to remove the traps on Corrupted Children’s Book “My Happy Massacre” and Deranged Codec]

[Lychee]

Nico put his spare weapon (the worn officers blade) into the team inventory, noticing that many other emissaries did not have weapons yet and feeling like he ought to share what he had, since he was so lucky not to lose it.

He snoozily wandered through the city, somehow still sustaining sanity damage from a past life ((OOC: Does our sanity reset to full just like health does when we die and get reborn?)).

He ambled his way accross to investigate 42) The Candle Mansion (ABANDONED). Ghosts didnt scare him! Plus, rich people might have lived here and left their money behind.

[C0L0R3D]

6B29E2A7-CCF9-4897-B237-2408D0044BED.jpeg W-What?! We could get killed by the Stalkers too?! That’s bad... but no time to dwell on that, let’s go see what that Submerged Sublevel is about.

[AD]

Well, I still want to search that Hraveyard, but it is best to do that at night, so i shall wait for the Night Cycle.

Investigate (28) Riverside Park

[Noblejanobii]

I can't believe they were able to take out one of our own...

We have to avenge Nico!

Agreed. But first let's continue to focus on our tasks.

Next on my list is to interview 14. [INI] Rali the Treecko. Maybe she'll be able to give us some insight into the Stalkers situation.