It's run down the curtain and joined the choir invisible! This is an ex-forum!
While we're leaving the site up to keep all that happened here, this site is dead. We have moved! We're still going, with a number of changes, at a new location: enerarpg.proboards.com
This is Enera, a Pokémon roleplay where everyone has a dæmon like in the His Dark Materials Series.
After a long period of inactivity, we are back in action! Some major changes are being made right now, so bear with us as we sort out how the site will work, the setting and an all-new plot!
I've been working on a lot of stuff for the site. The new winter skin exists now! I'll be updating it with new images and possibly a different background, too ~Birdy
The Pokédex is slowly being updated. I've started working on profiles for all the NPCs as well, but pictures of them won't go up until my tablet stops having tantrums every time I open Photoshop. Oh, and I can't draw, that might be an issue. I'm working on a format for NPC PCs too, so that'll happen soon.
With the release of X and Y last month, the new Pokémon will be appearing around Enera now. I just need to update all the gym leaders and routes and stuff.
Remember to check out the X and Y giveaway!
Something is stirring in the North. Panserbørne, the great sentient armoured bears, are growing restless. Witches have been affected too by this mystery problem, and have been seen much further south than normal. One or two sightings have even been claimed in the northern most reached of Enera, but that can't be true, right? Witches are tough and hard to spook, so surely nothing would drive them out of their homes in the North?
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The nights are drawing in, and the days grow colder, the leaves not quite ready to change colour yet. Cloudy days are common, the wind picking up. It is not cold yet, but rain is becoming more common. Pokémon are starting to prepare for the winter.
As he made his first steps onto route one, feet kicking up little puffs of dust, Valen watched Abby and Rosie and wondered if he'd not set himself up for a great deal of trouble picking the ralts as his pokemon partner. It would be awesomely fun, hilarious and he wouldn't miss a moment of it for all the world, but still trouble. Not that he would regret it. Part of why he had chosen the newly named Rosemary was because she reminded him so strongly of his own soul-partner.
At just over a foot tall, Rosemary was utterly dwarfed by her trainer, though that would change once she reached evolution, though Valen's rather unusual height mean he would always be significantly taller than she was.
"Ready to go my ladies?" He asked, looking back at his haunter-soul and his ralts. They looked at him, and then at each other. Abigail snorted and floated over to hover around his head, while Rosie moved quickly to walk beside him, where upon Valen grabbed her with, producing a rather undignified squeak, and set her on his shoulder. Valen had offered to keep her in her pokeball if that was what she wanted, but she had quickly told Abby that she would rather stay out with them. A fact for which Valen was glad because he would much rather have her with him out in the world than hiding away in a pokeball.
"Off we go, into the wild blue yonder" Valen sang the line from an old song as they set out, making Abby groan and Rosie look at them both in puzzlement.
Pokémon of all sorts thrived in Route One. Wild Pokémon these days tended to be less friendly towards humans, but around here they were generally more friendly and lower leveled, making it safer for new trainers such as the one approaching the watch of one particular specimen. He was somewhat flustered. Everyone around here was so rude to him, so noisy. Had they no respect?
His yellow eyes turned sharply at the sound of singing. It was just a line, but it annoyed him all the same. Kids these days! True, the man looked to be in his twenties, but all the same. Young people. No respect for the peace and beauty of nature, always having to ruin it with their talking and their laughing and their - he shivered - parties. Parties were the worst. He hadn't ever seen any out here in the wild, but he had heard them. Oh, yes, and they were awful. What kind of right-minded person would want to play music very loudly? Did they have no concept of the words 'bed time'?
Someone should teach the youth of today some manners. And that someone was him. Every trainer he met would be educated. Some had laughed. In fact, all of them had laughed. One even called him 'cute'. As if! This one would be taught his lesson, though. Manners were important! Why, if he refused to toe the line, then... a battle. Yes, of course. He could engage in the ruffian's sport of fisticuffs. That would show them.
The Pokémon dropped down slowly and carefully from his tree branch on a thin web of silk, taking care to secure it safely beforehand. He landed, a small Wurmple. He did not seem old, but could not be described as young either. ~Excuse me, good sir. Do you mind not being so loud? You young people these days have no respect for the outdoors, honestly. I expect you engage in other forms of rebellion, say... partying? Loitering? No doubt you enjoy a good laugh, too. You young 'uns need to learn that life's not just all fun 'n' games,~ he scolded in a rather miserable tone.
Last Edit: Aug 3, 2013 12:57:57 GMT -5 by Birdybot
Valen paused in his walk as a small wurmple approached, the red bug type talking at him in a tone he could only describe as scolding. The man set the butt of his staff down firmly, looking to Abby with a puzzled expression. He could read emotions, not thoughts, and, as he was completely human, he could not understand a word the wild pokemon said to him.
"He complains that you are too loud" Abby said, the haunter daemon's voice holding a barely controlled laugh. "He suggests we should take up partying or loitering as a hobby instead." Valen blinked and then grinned. ~He speaks very formally~ Rosie said. Being a psychic type, she could mentally project her words to her trainer, allowing him to understand her, even though he did not speak pokemon.
"He also says that we need to learn that life is not all fun and games" Abby said, the haunter's tone one of slight annoyance now, that this pokemon assumed that they did not know that life could be a terribly trying thing, or that it could be horribly dangerous. Valen's scars were proof of that.
"I think you may have missed something, good sir" He addressed the wurmple "Would not partying cause more noise rather than less? And loitering only keep me and my noise here for longer?" He looked upon the wurmple "I have learned that life is not as long as one might wish and never as easy. One should take joy in it when one can."
Wurmple waited patiently while Abby translated for her human. They seemed to grow more annoyed, but that was their problem, not his. Learning manners seemed to upset a lot of people these days. From what the young man said, he seemed to not have fully understood him, either. ~I said I expect you party and loiter. I was accusing you of committing such actions, not advising you do so. I would never do such a thing as encouraging bad behavior!~ he said defensively.
Wurmple nodded at what Valen said last. Life wasn't easy, he had that right. No point making it more difficult for other people, though. Taking in joy when you could was all very well in principle, but in practice it resulted in a lack of direction. People these days just expected everything to be handed to them on a plate and did as they pleased. In the good old days, you had to work hard for that joy, and you would work for the greater good. Those were the days...
~It's good you know life is not easy. Too many young 'uns these days think they can just stroll through life and have everything just handed to them. They get a shock when they enter the real world! Can't just take joy in life when you can, either. You need to take it seriously, and live to help others. Manners are more important than you think!~ he scolded, grumbling a little to himself. He was hardly the charming and polite gentlemen he thought he was, but he didn't see that as he was blinded by his disdain for young people, all of whom he saw as impolite.
Valen rolled his eyes when Abby translated the wurmple's next words. "I am hardly a youngling, sir Wurmple" He said in a scolding tone of his own "I may be new to having pokemon companions, but I am not a child. I have a duty and a journey and despite what you and anyone else may think of me, I take that seriously. Just because I chose to have fun and find joy in the act of fulfilling the sacred charge given unto me by the elders of my order, does not mean that I do not take it seriously"
Rosemary had said that the wurmple spoke with a formal tone and Valen responded in kind, his choice of words holding an old style upper class formality and were scathingly delivered. If this wurmple really thought he could browbeat Valen into submission, he had another thing coming. If the elders of the monastery could not curb his sheer enthusiasm for life after a dozen years within the walls surrounding the bell tower, then there seemed little chance that the small pokemon could.
"And I would like to point out, that I am not to one who approached a complete stranger for seemingly the sole purpose of berating them." He eyed the wurmple "Unless of course there was another reason you came over?" Out of the corner of his eye he could see Rosie's expression, his ability and her natural talents as a ralts overlapping so that he knew, without a doubt, that she was willing for a battle if one was offered.
Wurmple was a sort to frown on unorganised fun, and just as he wasn't going to change Valen, neither would Valen change him. It was apparent the two were unlikely to get along very well. Wurmple was a rather stubborn Pokémon, too set in his ways and views to change now. He would always be the serious and cautious party pooper he was today.
Valen's point that approaching a stranger to tell them off was not a good thing annoyed Wurmple. The annoyance stemmed not from the insult, but from the fact that it was true. It was not polite to start scolding people before he knew what they were like, but young people were all very similar so he thought he knew what each one was like, even if they had no clue who he was. His goal was too important, though. Surely spreading manners for the greater good outweighed agitating a few passers-by?
It really did seem the man would not listen to him. Very well, perhaps he would listen after he had shown that unruly behavior would never prosper in the real world. A battle. ~I suppose I shall have to try some other method of teaching, then,~ he said. With that, he launched into attack, shooting a surprise String Shot at Rosie to try and slow her down before she could even know this battle had started.
Wurmple - Male - Level 6 Shield Dust - Damaging moves used by the opponent will not have an additional effect. Tackle | String Shot | Poison Sting
The attack came out of the blue. One moment they were talking, the next the wumrple had shot a wad of string at them. Probably he was aiming only for Rosemary, but with the ralts still seated upon her trainer's shoulder, which meant that the human got caught by the attack as well. Sticky white string marked his shoulder and wrapped around his staff, as well as hitting Rosie.
The blue toned ralts slipped from her trainer's shoulder, trying to brush away some of the string-shot as she shot the wurmple a very unhappy look. ~Now that was just plain rude and outright mean~ She said, giving up on trying to be rid of the clinging string and looking at the worm pokemon. ~All that talk of manners and good behaviour and then you go and attack us like this without warning.~
Her eyes began to glow a brilliant blue to match her eyes as she said ~You sir, are the worst kind of hypocrite~ Her hands twitched as she unleashed a confusion attack upon her opponent.
Wurmple watched smugly as Rosie struggled to free herself from the String Shot. He hadn't been aiming for Valen, but wasn't bothered by the fact that he had hit him by mistake. He ignored that past reassuring himself the human wouldn't try to retaliate, his focus primarily on Rosie. After all, he was expecting her to try and strike back in some way.
This thought proved true. A Confusion attack, by the look of it. Accompanied by taunting words, too. The 'worst kind of hypocrite'? He didn't think there were different kinds f hypocrite, nor that he could possibly be the worst variety. He supposed when he thought about it he had to admit that yes, he could be hypocritical sometimes, but it was all to better others! His goal was to improve manners and respect of others, and if he had to go against that occasionally to achieve his goal, so be it. There was little he could do to prevent the Confusion attack from hitting, so he simply braced himself and tried to endure the hit.
Gritting his teeth, he let the wave of weak psychic energy roll through him. Once the attack was over, he retaliated almost instantaneously. A brief moment to catch his breath, then another web of String Shot was sent Rosie's way to try and slow her down as he rushed at her in a Tackle attack. His hope was that despite being naturally slow, he would still be able to land the attack as the String Shots would slow Rosie down enough.
Rosemary squeaked as the wurmple shot another string shot at her, the sticky strands wrapping around her body, clinging to her limbs and hair. Distracted and slowed by the string shot, she couldn't dodge the tackle the wurmple aimed at her. The impact of body on body sent Rosemary reeling backwards, the young ralts landing on her side.
The worst kind of hypocrite was the kind whose hypocrisy got others hurt. Valen and Abby both watched the fight with an identical narrow eyed look. Valen's hand tightened around the staff he held and he was tempted to intervene in the battle, to use his own strength to knock the wumrple away from his precious girl.
It was Abby's hand on his shoulder which stopped him. The familiar not-weight of his soul's touch, the slight pressure as her hands gripped his shoulder. "Look at her" The haunter whispered into his ear. Valen looked at Rosemary and he saw the determined look on her face, the way she lifted her head and brushed her bangs away from her orange eyes, her own gaze narrowed just as his own was as she got back to her feet.
"Rosie, Shadow Sneak" Valen called out to the young ralts, who nodded, her eyes never leaving her opponent. The orange eyes clouded over black as her shadow stretched and moved, reaching out to the wurmple, strands of darkness reaching up to strike at Rosemary's enemy.
Wurmple had been ignoring Valen for the duration of the battle so far. A brief glance upwards showed the man looking as if he were prepared to leap into the fight himself, a sight which brought concern to him. Pokémon fought Pokémon, not humans! What was Valen thinking? It was a relief to see his daemon restrain him and bring him back to his senses. The little caterpillar turned his eyes back to his real opponent.
Rosie's shadow was stretching after the command to use Shadow Sneak. That was a fast attack that would slip in before he could do anything. Despite Rosie having been slowed, he himself was still unable to dodge the attack in time, the blow hard and painful as the attack was naturally a strong one.
He hadn't toppled over, low squelchy body and many legs making him difficult to push over. That didn't mean the attack hadn't hurt, though. He tried a different approach now. Instead of a Tackle attack, he shot a speedy purple dart at the Ralts- a Poison Sting. This was a very weak attack, but a lot faster and harder to dodge than his clumsy Tackles. He was hoping to poison Rosie so that she might take damage each turn. Another String Shot followed this, just for good measure, although this was less accurate and slower than the Poison Sting.
Last Edit: Aug 15, 2013 4:44:22 GMT -5 by Birdybot
Valen cared little for the conventions of battle. He had never really understood why pokemon only battled pokemon. He had accepted it as the way things were, but he had never understood it. He had watched many a trainer training alongside their pokemon, martial artists who trained against their fighting types or humans who ran obstacle courses alongside their pokemon partners. If they could do all of that, why could they not fight alongside their pokemon friends? His own history only supported this belief of his that there was no good reason why a person couldn't fight alongside their pokemon that wasn't solely cultural. His right hand was scarred where a houndoom's teeth had gone right through, he had been extremely lucky to have been able to regain the use of his hand. There were other scars upon his body from that attack upon his monastery, some inflicted by the team rocket trainer, and some by that man's pokemon.
Rosie watched as her attack hit the wurmple. The dark tendrils struck the other pokemon just as they should do. The darkness faded from her eyes as the wurmple made it through the hit. A purple dart flashed through the air, striking Rosie in the arm. The Ralts cried out, her opposite hand reaching up to touch the place she was struck. As the poison began to course through her system, flashes of pain with each beating of her heart, Rosemary's eyes flashed purple. The wurmple had made one single serious mistake with that attack. The shiny ralt's special talent was synchronise. He had poisoned her and now that state was turned back upon him.
The ralts growled at the wurmple, a low feral sound of pain and unhappiness, as she jumped to the side, avoiding the strignshot. Her eyes glowed blue as she once again went to hit him with a confusion.
Wurmple allowed himself a moment of victory upon seeing his Poison Sting hit its target. To his immense satisfaction, he saw the Ralts' eyes flash purple, an indicator that she had been poisoned in addition to sustaining a small amount of damage from the attack. This gave him an advantage here in addition to his age giving him more experience. Yet this experience was not enough to warn him about the danger of trying to inflict a status condition on Rosie. He had not considered her ability. Now he regretted that, puzzled for a moment as he suddenly felt poison seeping through him as well, stunned as to why this was happening. He wriggled in discomfort and confusion, before realizing it must be something to do with Rosie's ability, whatever that was. He didn't know the abilities of every Pokémon.
His own ability, Shield Dust, was preventing any of Rosie's moves having an additional effect. This was highly valued when facing the Confusion attacks, as confusion was a nasty ailment in a battle. Wurmple very nearly dodged this time. The pain struck all the same, but he was pleased with himself that he had even come close to dodging, usually finding himself too slow to do anything aside from bracing himself and enduring the attack.
He was starting to weaken now, tiring slightly from the fighting but not enough to hinder him much. He had given up on the String Shots at least for this turn, instead spending all his energy charging at Rosie with as much speed as he could muster in a slow yet strong and sturdy Tackle attack. His hope was that Rosie was slowed enough to make it difficult for her to dodge.
It seemed that this battle might well come down to a war of attrition. Rosemary was starting to tire and so too it seemed was the wurmple. Both were afflicted by poison, spread through their bodies with each beating of their heart. Wurmple was naturally a slower pokemon, while Rosemary had been slowed by the multiple stringshots which still clung to her body. Truly it seemed to Valen and Abigail from where they were watching and calling out encouragement to the blue toned ralts, that it might well come down simply to who could outlast the other, rather than either side gaining a decisive victory.
Rosmary didn't so much dodge the wurmple's tackle as fall out of the way, tripping over her own feet and rolling to one side. She lay a moment, panting to try and catch her breath, before she got to her feet. Once again she growled at the other pokemon, before her eyes once again filmed over black and her shadow stretching out, aiming to strike the wurmple with another shadow sneak.
It was a shame his Tackle had missed its mark, but the way Rosie had tripped to dodge seemed to have winded her, by the sound of her panting. That was something. Wurmple's own breath was heavier now as exertion took its toll on his body. He too could see that this battle was turning into a test of endurance more than skill or anything else. Well, in that case, he would simply endure more than his opponent could. That was the only option, after all, if he was to try and teach them a lesson. He had to win.
Winning seemed difficult, however, when Tackle was the only attack you knew and you were too slow to dodge many attacks. His attack was lowered by the Growl, much to his dismay. Now his Tackle would be less powerful. His chances of beating Rosie were diminished a little, but he was not about to give up. He could see the Shadow Sneak coming, and tried to move out the way again, this time actually managing to move so that the attack only just barely clipped him. A successful dodge! He could hardly believe it! There was a slight sting where he had nicked him as he moved out the way, but he had finally managed to dodge an attack and for that he was very proud of himself.
Time to attack. The String Shot was yet again sent towards Rosie, followed by another desperate Tackle. He did not think he would be able to keep fighting for much longer, so he wanted to get as strong an attack as he possibly could in. The Tackle looked strong and was as fast as he could possibly go. It might well be the last thing he did in this battle, so he wanted to make it count.
Rosemary was not doing well. The poison caused her limbs to shake with the pain and her breath was sharp in her lungs. The young ralts was rapidly approaching her limit. She had, she thought, perhaps one or two more rounds left in her.
Once again she was struck by the wurmple's stringshot. It clung to her legs, knocking her off balance once more. Rosemary tried to dodge the tackle attack, but the stringshot slowed her down, tripping her. She was clipped by the tackle, sending her falling once more to the ground.
For a moment it seemed as though the wurmple might have won. But any celebrations on his part would have been premature as slowly the ralts forced herself to her knees. She was exhausted and hurting. She knew that this might well be last thing she did. Once more she growled at the wurmple, before her eyes once again glowed purple as she went to strike him with a confusion, the strongest attack she knew.
Guest_Kaelyn: ---when I remember my password and get enough free time to do something? (hopefully)
Feb 2, 2014 22:31:40 GMT -5
Guest_Kaelyn: Alrighty. I hope you haven't forgotten me, Birdy. ^^() Ok. I'll keep that new url in mind. And I understand. The link you have there doesn't connect to anything. Perhaps you could send it to me via pm or something so that I can get it---
Feb 2, 2014 22:31:00 GMT -5
Birdybot: It's ready for RP but I'm still working on things before I want to start advertising
Jan 30, 2014 16:09:49 GMT -5
Birdybot: Hello! The promo will be up for a while longer
Jan 30, 2014 16:09:22 GMT -5
Guest_Kaelyn: and how long will the X/Y promo be for? I would love to get one... as soon as I remember my password....
Jan 27, 2014 13:24:40 GMT -5
Guest_Kaelyn: Darn.. I'm going to have to remember my password....... But I'm still here... If that matters. ^^()
Jan 27, 2014 13:22:56 GMT -5
Guest_Kaelyn: Orr.... just a new skin and stuff? It looks great, though, guys.
Jan 27, 2014 13:18:28 GMT -5
Guest_Kaelyn: Ok... I googled Enera cause I was on my work computer and came up with this. 0.o Did the site move, Birdy? Also, I am so sorry for the long absence. I hope you'll forgive me? What's been happening?
Jan 27, 2014 13:17:44 GMT -5
Rin: Alright, I will then It'll probably take me a couple days.
Dec 29, 2013 22:30:39 GMT -5
Birdybot: Yeah, go ahead ^_^
Dec 29, 2013 5:25:01 GMT -5
Rin: Cool beans, I made an account there. Should I just transfer all my PC stuff and character data / route stuff over?
Dec 28, 2013 22:35:53 GMT -5
Birdybot: All right! I've worked on a few templates and planned everything out, so now I've created the new forum! enerarpg.proboards.com/
Dec 23, 2013 7:51:22 GMT -5
Rin: I do like the visiting towns idea - that way players could get to plot more easily and characters could meet up, which would be cool to see more of
Dec 23, 2013 3:02:40 GMT -5
Birdybot: I think to make it easier for characters to meet, any town can be visited at any time (by train etc), but the gyms will still have to be done in order. Also I was thinking of letting people buy apartments/houses in any town if they want
Dec 17, 2013 18:27:24 GMT -5
Birdybot: Yeah, characters would be transferred over. It's a big change, but I think big changes are needed to revive this site and moving is the cleanest way to do that
Dec 17, 2013 18:24:19 GMT -5
Rin: Whoa, that's a pretty big change Would we be allowed to carry over characters? I'd like to keep Ajax at his current progress if possible...I do agree about the fakedex thing though, that's pretty outdated at this point, and people can always resubmit.
Dec 17, 2013 17:34:15 GMT -5
Birdybot: Yeah anyway so over this weekend I'll get a new site set up with new everything and it'll maybe look OK but no promises
Dec 13, 2013 14:28:26 GMT -5