Sylvangloam

The Sylvangloam. Just about as opposite as a body could get from Brookfell, with pristine woodlands and strangely glowing mushrooms. Plants that evaded categorization. Pokemon that probably hadn't been caught and indexed yet. All in all, it was, to most, beautiful. For a bonafide city-dweller, such a place may as well have been a foreign planet. Still, Hrist could feel an almost-rhythm in the way the boughs swayed above. The lack of the common chatter of the city, the lau...

Noir was often sent out to wander endlessly for his missions. Investigate this, find that person, document this. It was what most would consider both an overwhelming and also absolutely underwhelming life style.  He sighed heavily as he was sent out once more and once more was returning from his mission but he found himself just, wandering He was tired, and he wasn't sure if it was mental or physical but he could not return to Isaiah like this and show off this kin...

If you had told Klaus, the child of crime and oil barons, a spoiled brat who could do absolutely no wrong in the eyes of his ever doting family, nannies and more, that he'd one day be out here attempting to assist people? He would've scoffed at yo...

“Augh this forest is more confusing than a haunted maze!” Ahimoth shouted, already annoyed at the paths that he had chosen to take. It was supposed to be easy, nothing was supposed to go wrong. He thought getting some simple mushrooms for the old lady would be a cakewalk. Perhaps he should have taken her warning into higher consideration instead of just brushing it off as a playful jest or a silly threat. But as he got deeper into the forest, something was making itself appa...