[Finley Morrow]

Day 1
The time is 5:38pm, the location is Mount Magmadyne. The weather is clear and pleasant, if not a little dry.

It is my goal to get completely and utterly lost. Not the kind of lost where you’ve gotten a little fuzzy on where you are on the map, but you know if you travel up the hill a little you’ll be back on the trail, I’m talking the kind of lost were your narrowest guess of where you are on the map is which quadrant you’re in. I want to be so lost that the last time I was on the trail was long enough ago that by the time I find one again, I don’t know which trail it is, or even which way leads to civilization. I’ve always been told “It’s too dangerous to go out there alone”. Now I’m not alone, and I’m going to take nature head on. Hopefully in a noncompetitive-me-vs-you-and-more-exploratory sort of way.

I’ve bought this journal to keep track of my adventure, which starts today, on Mount Magmadyne. I’ve packed enough food and gear for a week and a half, but wherever I’m at on day 3, I’m going to start heading back.

The mountain looks big from far away, but it’s even bigger up close. I doubt I’ll spend more than one day here, but I’ll be able to come back later. There’s no way I’ll be able to see everything today. I started on the trail, but after hiking for about an hour, I came across a creek. I followed the water against the current for about two hours without any occurrence.

I decided to sit down and take a break for a bit when the stream met up with a larger one. I estimated it was about ten feet wide and four feet at it’s deepest, and it moved along at a pace quick enough that the rocks that jutted out of its surface were weathered round. Brain, who had been walking with me, found a nice rocky overhang not far away, and we settled down for lunch.

Looking for a fire type

[Kitten4u]

Behold!



Species: Magby
Gender: Male
Ability: Flame Body
~Moves~
Ember
Fire Punch
Flame Burst
Fire Blast

[Finley Morrow]

That’s when the ground began to shake. Brian and I ran out from under the overhang. The trees rocked, the ground shuttered, and just when it’d settled down, it happened again. Brian and I looked wildly around. Earthquakes didn’t happen naturally very often, so there had to be a pokemon around, causing it.

And then, we saw it - a giant boulder, hurtling towards us down the mountain. Brian and I hardly had time to duck as the ball of rock rolled off the overhang like it was a ramp, landing with a huge splash in the stream. The bolder folded open, confirming my intuition that it was a pokemon, but in its grasp was another, smaller pokemon. I whipped out my pokedex. The graveler, the big, rock-like one, who was a rock and ground-type pokemon (thanks tactics 101), struggled to keep a grip on the small one, a magby. The fire-type launched balls of fire into the rock-type’s face. Water splashed at the graveler’s feet. He paid neither mind - and with two of his free arms, pulled one of the giant rocks from the grasp of the current. He wrenched it up from the lip of the water, sun glistening on the streams of water that escaped down the surface of the damp rock.

We both knew what was going to happen next. I didn’t even have to tell Brian to react - he was up in the air, shooting at the graveler, ready to take my command of “Cross chop!” The graveler reeled back as Brain’s attack hit true. The magby flew from the graveler’s hand, landing with a quiet thud in the water. I ran forward to scoop the fire type from the stream before he could be washed away; Brain stared down the rock type, circling him, tense and ready to attack again.

And then the graveler exploded. It took me a couple of minutes to blink my eyes clear. I’d landed on the bank of the stream, free of harm save for a bruise on my shoulder and some singed hair. Brian ran up to me, looking slightly more black and quite a bit more wet. In my arms was the unconscious magby. When I asked Brian what happened to the graveler, he motioned down the hill; either he’d rolled off, or gravity had taken him farther down.

We weren’t sure how stable the overhang was any longer, so we traveled upstream until we found a nice little divot in the rocks. A large dead tree has fallen and leaned against the top of the highest rock. The steam burbles not far away. We’ve been here for the past few hours, Diem and I treating the magby, and Brian exploring around the area. The magby quickly accepted my offer to join our little team, and Diem doesn’t seem to dislike him too much (though he seemed to be afraid of her). I’ve named him Riparian. It’s just ripe for nicknames.

Brian brought back some berries I haven’t seen on the mountain and drew in the dirt some trees, so he’s found a path into the forest my map says is near the mountain. We’re still debating if we’ll stay on the mountain for another day or move on. Perhaps we’ll just spend it traveling between the two areas. We’ll decide in the morning. For now, dinner includes forest berries and trail granola.

Magby befriended and caught!