For no discernible reason, the chaotic fan meeting had a sudden shift when you decided to hug every single member. No exceptions. From rabid fans who stop at nothing to patiently waiting in line for your warm embrace. You politely asked them to behave and they did. All of them were cute and hug-able. You can’t help but feel proud!

But your work is not done. The last two in line are none other but two members of the Dewitt family, the matriarch and the eldest daughter! Holly and Sina! Rora looks irreversibly flabbergasted, while the rest are not holding up much better! The Dewitts were lost inside the building and found themselves here. Why they’re at the school in the first place is a mystery ready to be unveiled.

The convention room is more empty than not. The space that holds this incredible event is ready to be closed. Aside from your bunch (You, Aurora, Pansori, Celia, Donna, Verity, and Lydie (and Bagna)) and the Dewitts; Only staff members are here. They’re waiting for the opportunity to dismantle everything and return the room to its original state (your new and renovated fan club room.)

But that’s later! Hugs need to be delivered!

The issue is, after the initial greetings, Holly appears to be hypnotized by your appearance. That’s the result of improving your appearance and being shirtless at the same time! It’s too big of a change!

Sina isn’t fairing much better…

Maybe you need to help her snap out of it? They’re here for different reasons than longingly staring at your dumb face.

<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>

>“I know it’s not the reason you’re here, but you two want a hug anyway?” Offer what you’ve offered to everyone! It’s courtesy!
>“Earth to Holly, you okay?” Be concerned! Make her snap out of it.
>“Do you girls need help with directions? I’d love to be your guide.” Offer to help them out on whatever they need.
>“Can anyone help them out with what they need, please? I’ll owe you one!” Ask the staff to help Holly and Sina after you’re done talking!
>Write In.

<span class="mu-s">Quest Hub</span> (<span class="mu-s">stats,</span> party, location, neofauna information, date, time, etc.): <span class="mu-i">https://rentry.org/PokepocalypseQST</span>;

<span class="mu-s">Quest Archive:</span> <span class="mu-i">https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Pok%C3%A9pocalypse%20Revival</span>; (Start here if you want to catch up on the quest's previous threads!)

Updates will be attempted daily! At worst, expect an update every 2 days instead of one. Absences will be announced in advance and given definitive end dates if I can manage it.

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<span class="mu-i">In the year 1884, within a world much like our own, the country has fallen under threat from all manner of otherworldly creatures!</span>

Demons have begun laying waste to our great United States! They wield powers matched only by nature's own, combatting her natural fauna with their own unnatural forces! Control over fire, lightning, even one's own perception of reality... such creatures are not to be trifled with, and best avoided!

Yet, despite this common-sense advice, there exist people eager to ignore it! Walter Roy Buchanan, an aspiring naturalist from New York state, is one such person. He believes not in these demons' immense danger to human life, but in their utility to humanity! He sees them as more than mere threats-- instead, he considers these "neofauna" to be the key to humanity's future.

Walter carries with him four such creatures: a wounded sheep with the power to rend Heaven's lightning unto earth, dubbed "Mary"; a gentle silkworm five times the size of his earthly ilk, dubbed "Taylor"; an anxious young elemental with the power to paralyze his foes, dubbed "Florian"; a fiery young stallion with a mane made of flame, dubbed "Aster".
He is joined, too, by two human companions: a wealthy state-and-businessman known as Thomas J. Steele (with his own demon, dubbed Indiana), and Thomas' hired bodyguard: a man by the name of "Andrew," whose own interest in demons almost seems to match Walter's enthusiasm!

These three gentlemen belong to a group of rebels named the Staters, brought together by State Governor C. P. Huntington's atrocities and kept together by their intimidating leader: Aaron Muyr. They have recently suffered multiple consecutive losses: their headquarters were compromised, several of their members were killed in a raid on their base of operations, and the entire city's military presence has been strengthened in response to their activities... all within merely a few days! The Staters exist now as a motley band of young men and other disgruntled citizens, working to dethrone Huntington and save California state from his murderous hatred of neofauna, never meeting in the same place for longer than an evening so as to avoid further disaster. Walter has become an invaluable asset to the group, working to boost their morale and teach members about how best to befriend and utilize neofauna to their advantage while personally tutoring Muyr in the matter for payment.

It is a dark age.

The world never was a safe place. The wilds always had something to surprise and subdue the civilised races' ambition for dominion over the world. Some routes untravelled, almost all dangerous. And yet cities and small kingdoms sprung up on this danger like on fertile soil, ripping their power out of the claws of those creatures that could be defeated.

But in the past decades, where there were untamed beasts and savage races, there appeared beings of darkness yet unseen. Seers speak of a Demon King, rising somewhere far to the west, poisoning the world with his hatred and malice. The gods are quiet, their gifts and words few, as always. Their champions have attempted to journey to the heart of darkness to defeat it, but none returned.

Prophesies speak of a group of heroes that will rid the world of this scourge, like in ages past.

You do not think yourselves those heroes. The goal of your journey is more grounded than saving the world; for it is also said that whoever defeats the Demon King shall be granted any wish, be it by the gods or not. In pursuit of those wishes, you have banded together on...

THE LONG JOURNEY WEST.

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This is a multiplayer game in a fantasy setting. It will be a narrative one, no rolls required, no particular pressure, so I expect players to reciprocate my offers of challenges with failures, where fitting for the story. Still, no pressure.

The quest will be slow. I aim to update every 5 days, maybe fewer or more depending on the complexity. I ask, however, that responses are submitted within 48 hours of the update posting time.
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It has been 100 years since ancient beings, known as the Old Ones, walked the Earth with their two strong feet. Now they are gone and we animals now rule the remains that they left behind. With our new knowledge of sword and sorcery, we were able to survive in peace for a while, but then came the three factions.
The Apes: Strong giants, claiming to be as just as the old ones and believe they should be the ones to rule over the new world.
The Pigs: An intellectual but slothful group who wish to rule the world with an iron hoof and remain kings while the others remained as dumb animals.
Then there the Lizards: A fast and large group that want to set the world a blaze. Trying to forget the harsh past that the old ones left.
All three sides wishing to go war and destroy one another to bring in what they believe to be true peace.
But, unbeknownst to everyone, there was another group. One that was trying their best to find a way to heal everyone. To bring back order.
You found it.... and now you are taking care of it.

A D&D Homebrew Adventure.

Previous Quests:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Rise%20of%20the%20Awakened

Sorry if my english don´t look good I´m actually not an english speaker.
Well, I get a lot of random messages to my discord account from people from servers that I don´t currently use, most of all just ask me for commissions, but few of them just try to make scams, I really hate this part of discord community and I want to do my part for making discord a safe place for innocent people that can trust in this kind of scams.
The actual discord that try to scam me is on the image, she (or he) sent me a message few months ago, but I just get bored and tried to answer recently, she just told me that she wanted to talk with me because his dog has a very, very rare disease (she didn´t tell me which one) and told me that he was about to die, I think it could maybe be truth, but his dog can be just several months about to die and she just didn´t do anything about it the whole time, and actually I think and maybe a lot of you will also think that, but discord is not the place for starting a collect for this type of situation.
obviously I haven´t send any money yet, but the only thing I have is the mail linked to her (or his) paypal.
I really don´t know what to do with just that, I just try to suscribe that mail to a lot of spam, but I hope you guys, you can help me with a lot of ideas.

<span class="mu-i">Amidst the constants of creation, rarely do they surpass warfare; rarely are they such as warfare, rarely do they betide such as warfare. It is a disaster born not of the tides nor of the sun, but of the nature of men and beast, of crown and country, of the realities of the world as it was made. It is a sordid affair, all too rife with the death and destruction of good men, of the loss of what is built, of what has been developed; yet nonetheless, it cannot be stopped, for much as forests must burn to be reborn anew, so must men fight to retain their honor.</span>

<span class="mu-i">Not the honor of kings, of nobles and knights, whose valorous flights of combat do see them rise to the heights of their station, or sink into the depths of destruction, but the honor of civilization, of one's tribe and country, of one's hometown; for how may they survive, if those guards which keep them safe lay in waste? As the wicked fight their wars of tyranny, of barbarism and plundering, what can just men do but take the sword as their response, and vanquish them on the field?</span>

<span class="mu-i">But not all conflicts end in the field, though it is most favorable when they do so. If a king will not lead his men into the fight, if a nation will not come to terms of defeat after having seen their marching men cut down, then the fight must be taken to the home of men, to their villages and their towns, to their cities and their castles. And what pain does not arise from the fighting of such battles? As men raise walls to defend their homes, men make engines to tear them down; as the walls grow in their complexity, so do the engines, ever veering towards longer conflicts, bloodier and more brutal - years, decades may be wasted in the taking of a single city.</span>

<span class="mu-i">It is the year <span class="mu-s">1524</span> in the Age of Our Splendour, the 1,524th Year since the races of men were graced with the knowledge of our most good maker, since the wisest of prophets and holiest of men, graced with blessings from on high, founded the church upon with the Faith has been built. With the arrival of the age of gunpowder, the walls of men have risen higher than they ever have before, and sieges have grown to scales which had never before been seen. And soon, you shall be partaking in one of them.</span>

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The Abraham Gazette
Are WE the aliens?
In an official statement from the Redwood Naval and Air Base confirmed many strange roomers that have been spreading ever since The Flash had occurred. ‘’It had been confirmed that we been displaced into a new planet and that the local population of our new location include peoples who could be described as being other than human, as well as confirming that unexplained phenomena the locals describe as ‘Magic’ had been occurring among select individuals both American and otherwise. So far both seem to be of minimal risk to American life and property in these trying times. On behalf of all the brave men and women who are responding to this crisis, we once more express the importance to remain calm.’’

Such ‘local population’ appears to consist of a diverse array of peoples, with reports and images including everything from creatures akin to elves from works like The Hobbit to reptilian humanoid creatures that some have been calling ‘Mole-Men’ mixed in with a larger population that appears indistinguishable from the various races of humanity. Even the talk of ‘devilish people’ has been confirmed by the U.S. Navy personnel willing to comment on the situation we find ourselves in. Already several locals have encountered these strange ‘’Ozzlings’’ and here is what they have to say;

‘’By all indications, We should be asking these people to take us to their leaders’’ an anonymous source within the twin bases commented. ‘’All around us are islands and boats of these medieval magical people and they have stuff we need to survive. We do have a technological edge but so did Custer, we know how well that ended without this ‘magic’ being a factor’’

‘’I don’t know what these people are about’’ a fisherman shared while offloading he’s catch ‘’But we need to help ourselves before we help these magical refugees or whatever.’’

‘’They seem to be a good people among bad times’’ Scout Master David Miller stated after being helped by the Ozzling ship. ‘’Not unlike the pilgrims or any number of other people who fled from all sorts of deprivations. It was not to long ago our own for-fathers was on their own ‘Morning Flowers’-’‘ referring to the name of the sailing ship in English. ‘’-looking for safe harbors to call home’’

‘’We shouldn’t let these… ‘people-’’’ a disgruntled police officer who requested to be unnamed stated, putting air quotes around ‘people’ ‘’-Waltz into our islands. Hell- our laws and constitution was made with humans in mind, not some green skin freaks or lizard-creatures…. If one of them cause trouble I don’t know if we i should take them to the jail or the pound.’’

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The date is MAY 15, 1699. The air runs sweet with wine and song. The FLOWER MOON hangs above a cavalcade of marigold dyed ribbons and garland wreathed maypoles, heralding the sowing of seed and coming of harvest. Now is the months-long MIDSUMMER, a time of revelry and festival for the land.

[Credit to Herder, QM of Thulzar Quest for the OP!]