Seed of Hope - Results
Directly above where you planted the seed grows a plant containing one flower bud it grows larger and larger before your eyes the bud swells before slowly unraveling to reveal a unique looking flabebe.
One of the messengers approaches you cradling her own blue iris flabebe in her hands she smiles down at you “Thank you for all your help restoring this small part of the wasteland, please take good care of your little Flabebe”
Sorry that this took so long and as an apology everyone who entered this event will receive their very own flabebe to design. They must be based on a flower but can contain a variety of colour, shade, petal shape and pattern as long as you can tell the inspiration. All Flabebe will be shiny variants and have the blend trait (Grass of course).
Below is one example of their designs for each of its evolutionary stages it is based off of a blue iris
(Designs are owned by ALStarbuck-1992 so please don’t directly copy)
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Blue iris Flabebe
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Blue iris Floette
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Blue iris Florges
You managed to find your pokemon again, cling to them. Some are afraid, showing signs of distress and seek comfort in your presence, some are aggravated and bear their teeth, claws, spines at the now deathly silent landscape.
Atop a nearby dune stood lifeless is a humanoid like black mass. The mass of "shadow" holds out an arm, you spot several faint glints within it's palm.
It's got the seeds.
Nobody dares so much as breathe. Even the snarling "brave" pokemon have quietened.
A voice unlike any other you've heard rings out from the nothingness.
Take them from me...
The being seems aggravated at your lack of response, offers it's palm out once more slightly forcefully this time.
Take them... set your beasts upon that which has ruined your quest!
Once again nobody moves, nobody is tempted. All are afraid more than anything. The being lets out a shriek and it's palm and body catch ablaze.
The voice turns sinister and sounds as though it is being projected from above.
You fools... no better than those before you
An eerie red glow begins to engulf the area. A sudden shout from another trainer makes you cast your eyes skyward.
The crescent moon? but how? it was afternoon...
Everything and everyone seems frozen at the sight of this phenomena. Did Cresselia know? were they coming to help?
In the sliver of the red moon a shadow moves fluidly over the surface. The shadow was not cast by a cloud but a life form you could just make out limbs, a head, a flowing mane and a collar that even from this distance glowed like embers.
Not enough influence....
The voice growls as the shadow holds out a limb, red blobs of energy maneuver and twist around it.
You feel shadowed claw like hands at your throat, you can even see them on the other trainers and your pokemon panic sets in you fight, struggle to free your pokemon, yourself.
On the Horizon a sudden explosion of colour erupts. Rainbows of light shoot across the sky, the image of the moon is gone. A sudden wave of calmness fills you and the shadowed hands retreat, you collapse to the ground clutching your pokemon.
something lands before you in the dry earth with a soft thud, the sound of retreating hoof beats makes you scan the area quickly seeing the fleeting rainbow antlers of a large pokemon.
It is then you notice the rising sun, Just how long had that shadowed beast held everyone in stasis? You shake your head never wanting to ecounter such a beast again and find in the earth, the seed had been returned.
There was the hope of a new day.
Task
• You and your Pokémon plant the tear and watch as the surrounding area seems to come to life the earth becoming fertile and fresh exactly where you planted the tear a plant begins to grow
• Are you and your pokemon playing in the fresh grass, fresh clean pond.
• Are your pokemon now clinging to you, never want to let you go again?
• Are you surprised at how fast Cresselia's magic gets to work and how lush the land can become?
• Are thoughts of that evil moon creature haunting you somewhat?
Rules
- All mons must have submitted ref sheets.
- All entries must be submitted to the events folder and linked here in a comment.
- One entry per member.
- +2 event levels for each mon in your entry, +2 more if you include your trainer.
- All entries for the Final week 3 must be submitted by 12:00 Midnight GMT Friday 01/04/16
- Don't be afraid to teach pokemon moves or evolve them in your event pieces.
This month's Event, Exclusive has been created by ALStarbuck-1992
Hammy on Journal duty
Week 2: -A Shadow Storm?
You and the other trainers, their pokemon seeds in hand prepare to plant them in the dead, dry earth. As soon as everyone kneels to plant the seed the sky turns thick with menacing grey clouds.
"is it rain?" You pause and turn to the other trainers, they shrug looking just as confused as you.
A sudden breeze whips around kicking up the dust into a blinding storm. You, your pokemon are separated from each other and the other trainers by the raging dust devil. You clasp the seed tightly and try to make your way to your pokemon, your calls to them being drowned by the storm.
Shielding your eyes you can just make out within the swirling dust, black shapes and shadows that seem to glower and snarl. The shapes clap eyes on you and rush toward you red eyes flashing. Any cry or scream you let out was drowned by the roar of the wind and the inhuman noise of these shades.
Throwing your arms to cover your face, you are sent crashing to the ground the wind knocked right out of you. Just as quick as the sky darkened it clears, you are met with silence.
Abruptly sitting up you un-clench your fist, eyes widening in horror, a cold breath ghosts down your neck.
The "shadows" took the tear.
Week 1: The cleansing the wastes
A fresh inviting breeze swept through the land, causing flowers to bud, the chill of winter finally beginning to give way to the promise of spring. Spending the day just like you would any other, you hear a horn signalling a meeting with the messengers of the blue moon. Upon entering the cavern you hear a gentle voice run through you mind
“Welcome my children, come we have work to do”.
Looking to the messengers for guidance, one of them steps forward cradling a small box like it contained something precious, her Mew is sat in her hood its eyes staring intently at the box in her trainer’s hands. She walks to you and hands you a sky blue drawstring pouch. You look inside to see a Cresselia tear, but it is unusual looking, instead of the normal leaves inside it, it glows with a soft light and you can see what looks to be a blue flower.
“We’ve been asked to help bring back an area of the wasteland that hasn’t been reached yet, please, will you help me” You gather supplies and follow the trainer until you reach a decimated area, the air is stale and the ground is dry, devoid of life. Through the gloom of the approaching night, shadows seem to dance around you, following your every step.
