/s10/ - Simple10

Long ago, in a land of endless sands, there lived a group of humans, how long they had lived here no one knew for sure, mostly because no one kept records. But they were strong, they made strong weapons, and hunted strong animals to stay big and strong. Which is all that really mattered to Aggagarn. He moved through the lands shielding his eyes from the blowing sands with his cloth hood, and his mighty great sword at his side, he walked in search of a great hunt to impress the clan with, for it would be a shame to come back empty handed.

I will travel across the land.

Emily was facing off with Ivan. Everyone else was in Autumn Glen. Except Hannah: she's on the East Road outside of Covalent with the ghosties.

To train them is my cause.

>>4907
It encourages it, through arcane means not fully understood. Some call this pseudoscience "voodoo breeding", but you can't argue with results. Well, you can. Mostly by calling it voodoo or pseudoscience.

You wonder if Pokemon actually have a nature at birth or if that develops over time. Of course, it's the classic nature vs nurture argument.

>>4909
You quickly traverse the remainder of the terrain and make it to Amber City with no incident.

>>4908
Hit 3 times!

Azumarill used Bubble Beam!

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It is New Year in the High Mountain of Brynmor.
Fifty years ago when it was still just a mountain, a capra named Brynmor claimed this middle-sized mountain for his own and seceded from the larger Capra kingdom.
This incident got little more than a shrug from the other Capra as Brynmor was a nobody and nobody cared about the far-off mountain anyway.

In one of the larger caves of the mountain Brynmor settled his throne and built the Palace of Brynmor (he added a large amount of chairs and a fireplace and some mats) and ruled his populace consisting of a few birds and the occasional Capra passing by with an iron fist.
But there is one day capra and others come from far and wide to his Throne, because on New Years Eve, free liquor and beer flows like honey in his palace.

You have ventured from wherever to witness wether the fantastic, grotesque and lewd stories you've heard about this strange place are true.

You have entered the palace of Brynmor and the celebration is already in full swing. Capras, horks, humans and all kinds of creatures dance and eat merrily while Brynmor drinks on his wooden throne surrounded by wenches.
The stench of liquor is overwhelming and you occasionaly have to watch your step to avoid passed out revelers.
It seems you're early though, everyone still has their clothes on.

Suddenly a capra women barges through the hall and announces with a trembling voice.
"The booze! There's only 100 barrels left!"
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Everyone is gathered in the Adventurer's Guild's main hall. It is filled with comfy chairs and tables, and it's large fireplace has a crackling fire in it. It's the last weeks of autumn, but it tends to get cold fast in the city of Brukke.

"Here are the details of the job. The client wants you to venture into some caves on top of the North-Eastern Mountains, where he believes his ancestry comes from. You're to find some sort of a heirloom for him that supposedly proves his family's connection to the dragons of old…or some such. The point here is that you're free to take whatever else you find from the caves except for the heirloom, which is a red jewel called "the Dragon's Eye". It glows in the dark so it shouldn't be too hard to find. The client advised you to start your journey from a village called Heimdall. You'd best get going so you'll make it back before the first snow."

The guild secretary scrolls up the piece of pergament he was reading from and quickly hides it in one of his sleeves.

"Any questions?"