I’d also like to take on the main quest

am def interested in the side quests but I want to try the main one first. also idk how much I could keep up with

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Dove - Main Quest
Lavender clears her throat. She had heard the story from Drampa, about a lapras that sang so beautifully that an ancient, powerful Pokémon called Kyogre granted them the gift of flight so that they could spread their songs across the realm. No one has actually them before, but many Pokémon claim to have heard singing in the distance while on their annual journey to the Opal-point Precipice, Drampa himself included. When Lavender had left the old Dragon's tent, his apprentice sneasel had handed her a sketch of what the lapras looked like. Lavender thought they were beautiful. The lapras' flippers left trails of mist in their wake and they swam through the air as if in dance. Their horn and shell was adorned with crystals and gems that looked like stars. Lavender just had one problem, though. If this was the Pokémon she was looking for, how come she had seen two silhouettes? Perhaps the lapras had a companion?
Lavender explains her worries to Mimikyu, though her friend merely comforted her, "Well there's no telling what's actually going on. The best thing we can do right now is to find out ourselves." The litten nods, and afterwards, they were finally on their way.
They make their way back to the tunnel, where they had taken refuge in just a night ago. It was empty, and the sandshrew was nowhere in sight. The two of them explored every little crevice and every branching path, but finally moved on to the exit when it was clear nothing was left for them to discover in the tunnel. Back out in the open, freezing air, Lavender moved much more sluggishly. The snow hindered her movements and it was undoubtedly much thicker than it was when she first set foot here yesterday.
They make their way towards the north, where Lavender recalls seeing those silhouettes on top of the hill's crest. "Mimikyu, come on! You okay?" She calls back to her companion, who had been having trouble shuffling through the snow. They nod back, but Lavender climbs back down to help them shovel through the snow. Once Mimikyu finds their rhythm digging away the snow, the litten goes ahead to proceed hiking to the top of the hill. "Maybe if I get a better view," she calls out, "we can get an idea of where to look!" Lavender reasons. At last, she reaches the top the hill and- the sight from on top takes her breath away.
"Mimikyu!" She calls to her friend and then turns back to look again, unsure wether this view was real or not. At the base of the hill was a lake, but just beyond that was a whole expanse of land, untouched by neither frost nor ice. It was a fresh, jade-green, dotted with trees in full bloom, just like it should be in this time of year. When Mimikyu reaches the top, they're just as stunned, but for another reason. "There, that mountain! You see it? Opal-point is just on the other side!"
Lavender looks on in awe, they were so close. The two of them barrel down the side of the hill and run around the lake to the very edges of the storm. Just as Mimikyu was about to step out of the storm, Lavender stops them, "Wait, last time I did that the storm spread further." Mimikyu looked so eager to get out of the cold that Lavender couldn't help feeling sorry.
But just then, a bellowing howl echoed from somewhere north, startling the two. A pair of Pokémon appeared from behind some shrubs, one looking furious and the other sleepy. They were lycanroc, and the one in their night form had claws almost as big as Mimikyu. The two of them gulped, subconsciously backing away. The lycanroc in their day form halted in its tracks and turned to their companion, "You know, they're still on the right side of the storm." The other huffed, and pointed a sharp claw at the litten, "Doesn't matter. They tried to trespass against our territory." The day lycanroc sighed, "What matters is they didn't." The two argued a while longer, whilst Lavender and Mimikyu remained rooted in place, confused and unsure of what to say or do.
Finally, the night lycanroc snaps at their companion and turns their attention to the litten. "Hey, you! You'll learn to not mess with our pack!"
"Pack? Lycanroc don't live in packs, they're very solitary Pokémon," Lavender mumbles to herself. Mimikyu bravely tries to position themself in front of Lavender, attempting to shield her from the attack. Lavender appreciated the gesture, but that lycanroc could probably slice them both up into ribbons. What's worse, her fire attacks and tiny claws wouldn't do much against a Rock-type, so combat wasn't an option.
The two start to panic as the wolfish Pokémon approaches ever closer, muzzle curled in a snarl and fangs gleaming. Lavender was about to pounce herself when all four Pokémon heard something approaching. A melodic voice, singing a song so ethereal it made Lavender forget the situation at hand. She could picture a sterling lake, its surface as smooth as glass. The night lycanroc snapped out of his stupor and charged again. That's when the voice rose in pitch, now a shrilling cry. The raging storm swirls into a focused point overhead and a strong wing begins to blow. For some reason, Lavender and Mimikyu had little trouble keeping their footing, but the lycanroc looked about ready to be swept off the ground. At last, he stops struggling, the lycanroc howls at Lavender in warning and to the voice in detest, then runs away.
The storm calms down and retreats, though it remains hanging over the valley and hills like a stubborn child. Lavender and Mimikyu turn to find out who had saved them, and more importantly, who was behind the storm. In all their glory, before them stood, or rather, hovered a lapras. They were suspended in mid-air as if in water, and its body was covered in iridescent mist, making the crystals growing out of the lapras' shell look like stars.
"Are you the litten she speaks of? Lavender?" the lapras' voice rings in the air like a flute, or a cool, spring wind. Gathering her senses, Lavender nods, "That's me. But who's 'she'?"
The lapras lowers themself down a little bit, "A kirlia. Just this morning she asked for my assistance saving you from, ah, a foreseen threat. I must say she spoke of the issue at hand rather vaguely, but since you are before me, safe and sound, I'd say I am at least successful in fulfilling her wishes."
'Sounds like that kirlia I met," Lavender thought, but there was something she needed to know. "Lapras, you control the storm, right?" Surely this lapras who had just saved their lives wasn't responsible for this damned storm. But lapras, to the contrary, nods. "But, why? You must know that Pokémon journey here every year to the Opal-point Precipice. Why would you try and stop them?"
The lapras sighs in sorrow, and hearing her saddened voice made Lavender feel teary all of a sudden. "Well, I suppose you'd find it hard to believe, but just beyond my lake, beyond that storm, roams a lycanroc pack," she pauses staring ahead to the north, "Their leader is a Moonblight Pokémon, creatures responsible of keeping the peace. However, this one seems hell-bent on the destruction of the Opal-point Precipice." Mimikyu gasps behind her, "Why would they? That place is sacred to the Moone Pokémon."
Lapras shakes her head, "That I do not know. However, I have summoned this storm to keep you from journeying any further. My storm is bitter cold, but trust me when I say the claws of a lycanroc hurt much more. This pack have just arrived to these valleys on the night of the last new moon, but sometime long, long ago, I recall a time where the very same pack first came here." The lapras swam in the air as they talked, leading the two Pokémon back to the lake, "Even back then, Pokémon journeyed here every year to the Opal-point to fulfil their annual tribute to Lunala. So when those Pokémon returned here the year that lycanroc pack were roaming the land, they were attacked by the vicious pack. Many were injured, and for many years, they were far too wary to return. It wasn't until a daring Pokémon chased away the pack when they once again paid their annual tribute to Lunala on the Opal-point Precipice, where it is supposed to be held."
When they reached the lake, the lapras sunk into the water until they looked like any other regular swimming lapras, barring the crystals and the mist, of course. "That is why I wish to chase away the lycanroc before I allow your fellow Pokémon to pass through. I do not wish to see anymore hardship on such a wondrous occasion." And then, the lapras turns to Lavender, "But, it seems like I alone cannot ward off these vile Pokémon. I was paid a visit by a voice within my slumber, telling me of a Pokémon that could help me, I'm sure by now you know who it is that speaks to you in your sleep." Lavender nods. After a while, she realised it too. That bell-like voice, it must be Kirlia.
Lavender realised that, maybe, with Lapras' help by her side, she could figure out a way to chase away that pack. The moonlight filtered itself through the storm clouds, spot-lighting Lapras as if the moon itself was watching them. Lapras looks up and speaks again, "The moon is high, you must be cold." Oh, yeah, way past cold. "Go and return to your camp, once you are ready, return to me and we will discuss the matter further. I cannot release my hold on this storm yet, but know that I will be at your aid," she turns away and gazes wistfully at the mountain in the north,

"Worry not, Lavender, we shall reclaim Opal-point, you have my word."

> Recruited: Moonblight Lapras
> Received: 3

Dove - Side Quest #1 - 'Those of Dawn'
Lavender stands dutifully in place, her eyes scanning the horizon for any incoming Pokémon. She had spent hours watching for any sort of movement, but so far, nothing. It wasn't until dawn the next day when she sees it, a small dark dot in the distance, splayed over the snow. Lavender hops off the ledge she was standing on and darts off to investigate. When she reaches the Pokémon, she sees that it is a zorua. Lavender jumps in surprise when she realises that the poor Pokémon looked almost completely frozen, lying unconscious on the ground. She picks up her pace and runs to their side, checking for a heartbeat. When she finds a pulse, Lavender quickly summoned heat into her throat and carefully blows out a small fire to melt the frost off. When she finally melts off the frost on the zorua's muzzle, they take a big gasp and coughs fervently, but it was now clear that the zorua was alive!
Lavender lead the zorua back to camp. Later on when they were awake, the zorua told her of some kind of Pokémon called Seraphs, about an island, and a village of some sort. It all didn't make much sense to her, but Lavender was just glad the Pokémon was alive. They conversed a bit before Lavender reveals that she's in an exploration team, and before long, the zorua perks up, asking her if they could join. "It's the least I can do. I also used to be in an exploration team with my friends, so I'm not useless, I assure you!" Well, the more the merrier!

> Recruited: A Zorua!

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To All
Next main quest may not be posted until sometime very late on May 11th PST!

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I'm not sure if I messed something up, but I didn't get to answer for the Glimmering Shadows before you put the response.

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Dove
Oh, whoops, my mistake-
Would you like to change your answer? ;o;

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Sure! I'd be most interested in the aloha nine tails.

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Peanut would like to take Side Quest #1 - Those of Dawn !

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(aa sorry if it seems lazy to just replaced a few sentences, but i wanna make sure i get the new main quests out on time XP

also sure beans! i'll be writing that next ^^)

Dove (#224950) - Main Quest
Lavender clears her throat. She had heard the story from Rookidee, about an alolan ninetales that was so powerful that with a flick of one of her tails, hurricanes were summoned. No one has actually met them before, but many Pokémon claim to have seen a strange nine-tailed silhouette in the distance before particularly long rainstorms while on their annual journey to the Opal-point Precipice, Rookidee herself included. When Lavender was about to leave the Roosting Tree, Rookidee had handed her a sketch of what the ninetales looked like. Lavender thought they were beautiful. Their tails were misty like any ninetales from alola, but they sparkled and shimmered as if stars swam amongst them. Their mane flowed behind them, like a comet's tail and their eyes shone like the moon. Lavender just had one problem, though. If this was the Pokémon she was looking for, how come she had seen two silhouettes? Perhaps the ninetales had a companion?
Lavender explains her worries to Mimikyu, though her friend merely comforted her, "Well there's no telling what's actually going on. The best thing we can do right now is to find out ourselves." The litten nods, and afterwards, they were finally on their way.
They make their way back to the tunnel, where they had taken refuge in just a night ago. It was empty, and the sandshrew was nowhere in sight. The two of them explored every little crevice and every branching path, but finally moved on to the exit when it was clear nothing was left for them to discover in the tunnel. Back out in the open, freezing air, Lavender moved much more sluggishly. The snow hindered her movements and it was undoubtedly much thicker than it was when she first set foot here yesterday.
They make their way towards the north, where Lavender recalls seeing those silhouettes on top of the hill's crest. "Mimikyu, come on! You okay?" She calls back to her companion, who had been having trouble shuffling through the snow. They nod back, but Lavender climbs back down to help them shovel through the snow. Once Mimikyu finds their rhythm digging away the snow, the litten goes ahead to proceed hiking to the top of the hill. "Maybe if I get a better view," she calls out, "we can get an idea of where to look!" Lavender reasons. At last, she reaches the top the hill and- the sight from on top takes her breath away.
"Mimikyu!" She calls to her friend and then turns back to look again, unsure wether this view was real or not. At the base of the hill was a lake, but just beyond that was a whole expanse of land, untouched by neither frost nor ice. It was a fresh, jade-green, dotted with trees in full bloom, just like it should be in this time of year. When Mimikyu reaches the top, they're just as stunned, but for another reason. "There, that mountain! You see it? Opal-point is just on the other side!"
Lavender looks on in awe, they were so close. The two of them barrel down the side of the hill and run around the lake to the very edges of the storm. Just as Mimikyu was about to step out of the storm, Lavender stops them, "Wait, last time I did that the storm spread further." Mimikyu looked so eager to get out of the cold that Lavender couldn't help feeling sorry.
But just then, a bellowing howl echoed from somewhere north, startling the two. A pair of Pokémon appeared from behind some shrubs, one looking furious and the other sleepy. They were lycanroc, and the one in their night form had claws almost as big as Mimikyu. The two of them gulped, subconsciously backing away. The lycanroc in their day form halted in its tracks and turned to their companion, "You know, they're still on the right side of the storm." The other huffed, and pointed a sharp claw at the litten, "Doesn't matter. They tried to trespass against our territory." The day lycanroc sighed, "What matters is they didn't." The two argued a while longer, whilst Lavender and Mimikyu remained rooted in place, confused and unsure of what to say or do.
Finally, the night lycanroc snaps at their companion and turns their attention to the litten. "Hey, you! You'll learn to not mess with our pack!"
"Pack? Lycanroc don't live in packs, they're very solitary Pokémon," Lavender mumbles to herself. Mimikyu bravely tries to position themself in front of Lavender, attempting to shield her from the attack. Lavender appreciated the gesture, but that lycanroc could probably slice them both up into ribbons. What's worse, her fire attacks and tiny claws wouldn't do much against a Rock-type, so combat wasn't an option.
The two start to panic as the wolfish Pokémon approaches ever closer, muzzle curled in a snarl and fangs gleaming. Lavender was about to pounce herself when all four Pokémon heard something approaching. A melodic voice, howling. Unlike the lycanroc's howl, it was so ethereal it made Lavender forget the situation at hand. She could picture a meadow encased in frost, though stubborn, white flowers popped out from underneath. The night lycanroc snapped out of his stupor and charged again. That's when the voice rose in pitch, now a shrilling cry. The raging storm swirls into a focused point overhead and a strong wing begins to blow. For some reason, Lavender and Mimikyu had little trouble keeping their footing, but the lycanroc looked about ready to be swept off the ground. At last, he stops struggling, the lycanroc howls at Lavender in warning and to the voice in detest, then runs away.
The storm calms down and retreats, though it remains hanging over the valley and hills like a stubborn child. Lavender and Mimikyu turn to find out who had saved them, and more importantly, who was behind the storm. In all their glory, before them stood a ninetales, all nine of their tails poised behind them like snakes of mist. Their body was covered in iridescent mist, making the white speckle markings on their coat look like stars.
"Are you the litten she speaks of? Lavender?" the ninetales' voice rings in the air like a harp, or a cool, winter breeze. Gathering her senses, Lavender nods, "That's me. But who's 'she'?"
The ninetales lowers her tails down a little bit, "A kirlia. Just this morning she asked for my assistance saving you from, ah, a foreseen threat. I must say she spoke of the issue at hand rather vaguely, but since you are before me, safe and sound, I'd say I am at least successful in fulfilling her wishes."
'Sounds like that kirlia I met," Lavender thought, but there was something she needed to know. "Ninetales, you control the storm, right?" Surely this ninetales who had just saved their lives wasn't responsible for this damned storm. But Ninetales, to the contrary, nods. "But, why? You must know that Pokémon journey here every year to the Opal-point Precipice. Why would you try and stop them?"
The ninetales sighs in sorrow, and hearing her saddened voice made Lavender feel teary all of a sudden. "Well, I suppose you'd find it hard to believe, but just beyond my lake, beyond that storm, roams a lycanroc pack," she pauses staring ahead to the north, "Their leader is a Moonblight Pokémon, creatures responsible of keeping the peace. However, this one seems hell-bent on the destruction of the Opal-point Precipice." Mimikyu gasps behind her, "Why would they? That place is sacred to the Moone Pokémon."
Ninetales shakes her head, "That I do not know. However, I have summoned this storm to keep you from journeying any further. My storm is bitter cold, but trust me when I say the claws of a lycanroc hurt much more. This pack have just arrived to these valleys on the night of the last new moon, but sometime long, long ago, I recall a time where the very same pack first came here." The ninetales trotted back south as they talked, leading the two Pokémon back to the lake, "Even back then, Pokémon journeyed here every year to the Opal-point to fulfil their annual tribute to Lunala. So when those Pokémon returned here the year that lycanroc pack were roaming the land, they were attacked by the vicious pack. Many were injured, and for many years, they were far too wary to return. It wasn't until a daring Pokémon chased away the pack when they once again paid their annual tribute to Lunala on the Opal-point Precipice, where it is supposed to be held."
When they reached the lake, the ninetales sunk their head into the water to drink from it, though Lavender didn't dare try, it probably would've frozen her muzzle off. "That is why I wish to chase away the lycanroc before I allow your fellow Pokémon to pass through. I do not wish to see anymore hardship on such a wondrous occasion." And then, the ninetales turns to Lavender, "But, it seems like I alone cannot ward off these vile Pokémon. I was paid a visit by a voice within my slumber, telling me of a Pokémon that could help me, I'm sure by now you know who it is that speaks to you in your sleep." Lavender nods. After a while, she realised it too. That bell-like voice, it must be Kirlia.
Lavender realised that, maybe, with Ninetales' help by her side, she could figure out a way to chase away that pack. The moonlight filtered itself through the storm clouds, spot-lighting Ninetales as if the moon itself was watching them. Lapras looks up and speaks again, "The moon is high, you must be cold." Oh, yeah, way past cold. "Go and return to your camp, once you are ready, return to me and we will discuss the matter further. I cannot release my hold on this storm yet, but know that I will be at your aid," she turns away and gazes wistfully at the mountain in the north,

"Worry not, Lavender, we shall reclaim Opal-point, you have my word."

> Recruited: Moonblight Alolan Ninetales
> Received: 3

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Beans :HM:
Peanut stands dutifully on top of a ledge on the edges of the camp. Spending hours on end staring out into a blank, white amass of snow was starting to make them see things. Plus, the cold made his eyes accustomed to more humid weather dry up as fast as puddles in the midst of drought.
It wasn't until dawn came when they were about ready to give up and scuttle down back to their tent, when in the distance, a weird dark shape approached. Peanut perked up immediately. Hopping off the ledge, they run off to see what it is. When they could finally make out what seemed like a sneasel, the breloom ran ever faster, realising that it was an unconscious Pokémon.
Peanut reached the sneasel, quickly draped them over their back, and made a break for it.
Sometime later in the tent reserved for emergencies, the sneasel finally woke up. Peanut had asked where'd they come from, but instead, got a long story about Pokémon called Seraphs, a sun festival, and some sort of weird conspiracy. The medic skitty listens attentively, but both her and Peanut couldn't understand a single thing the sneasel said. Well, at least the sneasel seemed content enough to have escaped what sounded like a horrible place. Later on, the conversation had lead to the topic of exploration teams, it was then when the sneasel had a request. "May I join you on your team? I used to be on an exploration team too, you know. Plus, I'm an expert at surviving cold places like these," they reasoned. Well, Peanut couldn't see why not.

> Recruited: A Sneasel!

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A side-quest has appeared!

An exploration team has discovered a spring just west of the valley full of Water-types. They are exceptionally hardy Pokémon, especially in the cold, so a lot of Pokémon from camp have been trying to convince one to help them with this odd storm situation. Maybe give it a shot?

To take on this side-quest, just say so! Check the Roosting Tree to decide wether to take on this quest or trade it in with Rookidee!

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Main Quest #1 - The Tria Faerie - Peanut hands the pamphlet over to the Persian

"Well, if you're so confident in yourself," Peanut goads, a challenge in the smirk they direct at the Persian, "why don't you put your luminous crystals where you mouth is?" They pass the pamphlet over to him. "That is, if you're not just all talk?"

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The persian snarls, "Testy, testy." He snatches the pamphlet and runs off, leaving a small pouch on the ground. Peanut huffs in annoyance, glad to be done with it. They snatch the pouch off of the snow and starts walking back to their tent. It was a cold, cold evening, and Grass-types don't mix well with ice, no matter how hardy Peanut was.

Peanut toyed with the crystals, holding them up to a lantern and watching the light flicker on the tarp. It was quiet late already, but the breloom wasn't feeling too sleepy yet, in fact, they were way too alert to stay still. There was a thunderstorm brewing outside, and the lighting strikes sounded too close to lend Peanut any comfort.
There was also the matter of the Tria Faerie, they left the camp way before the thunders started and there was no news of their return. Peanut supposed that was normal, expeditions always took long. Could be a day until they come back. But the breloom just couldn't shake off the feeling that something might be wrong, and plus, that persian was fishy. Peanut shuddered thinking about what those poor Pokémon would have to suffer through travelling with that sleazy Pokémon.
Then, outside, breloom could suddenly hear frantic whispers. There was a soft thud in the distance, a gasp, and then the fluttering of wings. The breloom peeked out of curiosity, and was alarmed to find out that it was persian, lying unconscious on the snow. Peanut hurriedly puts on a cloak and runs out to the scene, where Skitty was already tending to the Pokémon. "Woah, what happened to you?" Peanut couldn't help their snark, but worry seeded its way into their head, now it was certain something went terribly wrong. The persian tries to hiss at Peanut, but winces instead, "None of your business." A thick-furred primeape huffs in irritation, "Where's the Tria Faerie?" The persian huffs and lays his head down in defeat, answering reluctantly, "They were trying to catch some weird Pokémon we saw. Didn't seem too happy being pestered with so here I am." The breloom was about to let out a 'Serves you right,' when the sneasel from yesterday arrived. The primeape explains the situation to them and turns to Peanut, "It's a lot to ask from you two, but please find the three Pokémon still out there, I'll keep a look-out for this, 'weird' Pokémon just in case."
Peanut and the sneasel, already donned in a thick scarf, nodded. Immediately, they set off north where the Tria Faeries had supposedly headed towards.
The journey was quiet barring the occasional crack of lightning. The storm clouds overhead swirled angrily, as if enraged. After a while, Sneasel, who had been ahead of Peanut started pointing out faint hoof and paw prints on the snow, calling out to Peanut to follow those instead. Then, there was no longer a need for that either, because sounds of battle echoed through the hills. A shrill cry rang out, and sneasel rushed ahead, more used to running in the snow.
When Peanut caught up, the first thing he took in was Sneasel, locked in battle with what seemed like a regular excadrill at first, until you consider the way their claws trail blue mist in the air. Their horn was not of steel, but rather a pearlescent material that gleamed under the moonlight, and in place of the usual red markings other excadrill have were glowing star-like patterns. Fighting alongside Sneasel was a galarian ponyta.
Then, Peanut saw two other Pokémon right by the entrance of a tunnel leading underground, the mimikyu and the mawile. Once they saw the breloom they darted away from the tunnel. The excadrill, who had been in a standstill with Sneasel, saw this and disappeared underground, digging far too fast underground for neither Peanut nor Sneasel to catch up. The ponyta gives a brief look of thanks to Sneasel and then turns to Peanut, "I'll get my partners back to camp." And with that, the mimikyu helped themself and the injured mawile onto Ponyta's back, and they gallop away, heading south back to camp. "Let's go," Sneasel calls out, already walking southbound when Peanut stops them. "Hey, that tunnel, let's check it out," the breloom was just as eager to return home and get out of this horrible cold, but something about that tunnel called to them. The sneasel look at the entrance warily, "And if that excadrill comes back? They're especially adept at combat underground." Peanut considered this, then looks back at the tunnel, "You're right, why don't you go ahead without me, it's fine, I can handle myself. You look about ready to wither away into dust." Of course, the sneasel looked fine, merely tired. After a bit more debate, Sneasel finally agreed and left for camp.
Peanut sprang down towards the tunnel, glad the little bioluminescence they emitted could come in handy. The tunnel was wide enough for them, but there was no way an excadrill could pop out here and do any good in battle with those big, janky claws. That was at least one problem they could cross off the list.
Peanut spent a good while crawling in the dark as the tunnel grew narrower, fully expecting to hit a dead-end anytime soon. But then their claws hit open air, and the breloom lifted their head to see, at last, the exit. Peanut wriggled out of the tunnel and plopped down to the ground. That's when they see it. Grass. Untouched by frost or snow, green as emeralds, underneath a clear night sky. Peanut jumped to their feet and hopped out, but as soon as they landed on the soft, warm grass, the moon was once again hidden away behind dark, stormy clouds. Not a minute later, flurries of snow gather to the ground, encasing the emerald fields with pure, white snow. Peanut looks up into the sky, ever more puzzled. They shake their head and turned, making their way back home.

It was high noon when Peanut made it back. They vaguely remember words of both greeting and concern, but was too tired too remember any. As soon as they were safely tucked away in the tent, the breloom was out cold. In their sleep, Peanut was thrust into another dream similar to the one they just had the night before the last. That voice was there again. This time, Peanut tried to ask the voice questions. Perhaps it knew something of the weird occurrences in the valley?
"What is this storm?" They tried, no words left the breloom's mouth, but their voice reverberated all around the dark void. "I cannot tell you. But know that is a duty on your shoulders to dispel it." Huh? Now Peanut was even more puzzled, how were they supposed to get rid of the storm? A swampert had tried to help perform a rain dance to clear away the snow, but it didn't work. Now how would a breloom be of any influence to stopping this bizzare snowstorm? "Take small steps, in due time, you shall see."
Peanut's head started pounding, but they tried one more question, "That excadrill, the one we encountered, what sort of Pokémon are they?" Peanut couldn't shake off the feeling that the excadrill was of foreign origin, something out of this world. The breloom was ready to accept another vague answer when they were pleasantly surprised, "They are called the mooneborne, known as Moonblight Pokémon. They have a sacred duty to sustain peace in these alps especially, which is sacred to Lunala." Peanut pondered over this, and then they nodded. Peanut had promised to help the Pokémon in this camp complete their journey. They were ready to explore treacherous lands no matter the cost, but somehow stopping an impossible storm? Oh, well, maybe it's best to wait and see.

> Received: 4
> Received: x1 Rainbow Wing
Grants Pokémon the Shiny trait.

Next main quest will be posted sometime on May 12th 08:00 PST or later!

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Dove's version of 'Wolven Vengeance'
Lavender shivered, even hidden between ledges of stone, it was still absolutely frigid. Mimikyu lagged behind her, but the stone floor made it easier for them to keep up. "Lavender, do you think we can really face this threat alone? Just the three of us?" Mimikyu whispers. A thick layer of snow covered the stone wall of the cliff above them, so the both of them hadn't dared talk too loud. Lavender had been thinking long and hard of any way three Pokémon could face a dozen lycanroc and even think of succeeding. They were fast and vicious, and both Lavender and Ninetales were vulnerable to their Rock-type attacks. Mimikyu was swift, and they would probably be fighting on grass, so they had no snow to slow them down. Unfortunately, that meant the lycanroc would also be fighting on soft grass, with nothing to slow them down either. But Lavender shook these thoughts away, they couldn't lose hope now, when they were so close to solving this entire ordeal.
The two of them eventually lose the cover of the cliffs and stone, but they weren't too far away from Ninetales' lake. They walked with a little bit more urgency, it wasn't too far now, when suddenly a jagged shard of stone erupted from beneath their feet. If Mimikyu hadn't reacted fast enough, Lavender would've been a litten skewer. The two of them turn to see a red-furred lycanroc, hunching over on two legs, howling. "I'm here for a little payback," he snarls, and without warning, charged as the pair. Mimikyu, again, pushed Lavender out of the way, though they took the brunt of the lycanroc's attack. Mimikyu flew through the air and landed somewhere on the snow nearby. Lavender would've liked to go run and check on them, but the lycanroc was already prepared to strike again. Lavender tried the only move she knew that would've done any good to a Rock-type, Bite. Just as the lycanroc charged again, Lavender leapt out of the way in the nick of time, and just as quickly, pivoted around to clamp her jaws on the lycanroc's leg. The lycanroc whines and starts clawing wildly, but Lavender kept her jaw firm and tried her best to avoid her opponent's jabs. Eventually though, the lycanroc manages to kick her off of him. When he stood up, he tilted slightly to the left. His teeth were bared, and they looked ready to retaliate. But with perfect timing, the storm clouds overhead began to swirl like it did yesterday, concentrating on one spot, ready to whip away the lycanroc off into the sky. Now whimpering, the lycanroc booked it, and ran off out of sight. Not long after, Ninetales arrived, looking troubled. "I don't believe it, I let one of those lycanroc evade my watch, I cannot apologise enough." Lavender sighs, "It's fine, we're fine." But then she wasn't so sure. The litten ran off to check on Mimikyu, who thankfully, looked alright. Ninetales stayed by them the whole journey left to the lake, letting Mimikyu rest on their back. Lavender was really worried now. They had made it out just fine, but if she had that much trouble with just one lycanroc, imagine twelve at the same time. One of them being some mystical being with the power of the stars right in his paw. Lavender shuddered visibly.
"Do not worry, Lavender. I would never let you fight this battle alone. I understand my aid alone will not do, so it seems that I must resort to my only option left," Ninetales speaks reluctantly, as if unsure of her plan, "We must seek help, from other moonborne, other Moonblight. Though, finding will be difficult. The more powerful Moonblight Pokémon reside in places no Pokémon can easily find. They are hidden within their own respective domains. I know of their locations, but we may only ask of one's assistance. Disturbing moonborne from their duty shall only be reserved for the most severe of matters, so we shall only be able to find one of them. The choice, however, I leave to you, Lavender. And one more thing, a lycanroc's strength relies on the time of day, so I ask you, when do you wish to depart?"

You have two questions to answer. First,

> The Moonblight Umbreon
> The Moonblight Skarmory
> The Moonblight Meganium
> The Moonblight Charizard

[specifically for the charizard, there is a chance you might lose them in the story. a random coin flip will decide wether you get to keep the charizard or lose them, but this will not happen with any of the other choices.]

Second,

> Depart at Day [Midday Form]
> Depart at Night [Midnight Form]
> Depart at Dusk [Dusk Form]

[this will determine the form of lycanroc that you will obtain, so make sure you choose the one you like best.]

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Beans :HM: (#86868)'s version of 'Glimmering Shadows'
Peanut spent half of their lunch actually eating, and the rest explaining the situation to Sneasel. The other didn't take long to be convinced of the existence of mystical Pokémon and weird, prophetic dream. Considering where they had come from, it didn't sound too out of the ordinary.
This whole snowstorm situation was getting out of hand. Any moment now, they could all be frozen solid in this very valley, but it was clear to the breloom that the Pokémon in the camp were very adamant about reaching Opal-point Precipice. Peanut could see why it might be so important to them to do so, but personally, they'd just rather go back home, and if they really had to, they could just host a little house party in honour of Lunala. But well, tradition is tradition, Peanut would just have to figure out how to deal with this stupid oversized cloud overhead first.
"So, uh, did that voice tell you anything else? A map maybe? A secret switch we can flip to turn off the storm and be done with it?" Sneasel didn't look too confident, and who could blame them. Peanut didn't have real plan in mind at the moment, but after a proper night's rest, they could recall seeing something strange yesterday. Peanut saw silhouettes of Pokémon in the distance back at the tunnel exit, but that was their only lead. Sure, it was strange to see Pokémon just standing there ominously on top of a hill, especially since from what they've heard from the other Pokémon in the camp, there was never a Pokémon who ever lived in these valleys. Excepting their annual journey, no other Pokémon has been reported to step foot on these lands. But, on the other hand, just seeing some random two Pokémon out there didn't seem like much to investigate. But well, it was worth a shot.
Peanut explained this to the sneasel, and the other just nods along, "Well, I suppose the best we can do now is gather intel, right?" Peanut hums in agreement and shoves the rest of the berries left in their lunch basket into their mouth. Sneasel looks on in disgust, and maybe awe, and left promptly before Peanut could start chewing.
Once they were done, the breloom lazily draped a cloak over their shoulders and went outside. Making rounds across the camp, Peanut talks to anyone who had time to spare. Anything they knew, anything weird or noteworthy that they've encountered while on these annual journeys, everything counted to Peanut. And plus, there was some sweet drama going on between a melodramatic bisharp-lopunny couple in the camp, but that was neither here nor there so Peanut chose to leave that out of their notes.
Peanut sprang to the bulletin board as soon as they were done, where they had set up as a rendezvous point. When Sneasel finally arrived as well, they compared notes and stories, anything that might seem helpful. There were three stories in particular Peanut found interesting, mostly because they had to do with Ice-type Pokémon, but also because they found the other stories and legends spread around the camp to be much more, ah, unbelievable.

Which one interests you the most?
> An old folktale of a powerful Alolan Ninetales that could call upon the harshest of winters.
> A legend of a surviving Aurorus that has lived in these valleys for centuries.
> Or, a story of a mystical Lapras that could apparently swim through the air as if in flight.

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"I think we should go at day." Suggusted Lavander, "And an umbreon would probably be good in a fight." She was still doubtful about whether or not they could win.

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