Name a more manly professor. I'll wait.
- Aug 6, 2019
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"Alright, so we'll just get past this next tree, hopefully there's a clearing." Ritchie said. He hated the amount of trees just everywhere, his birds did too, but Stryke was okay for sure, he could just cut down anything in his way. "Wait a second..." Ritchie turned around and looked behind him. "Haven't we passed that weird twisty tree like twice by now?" Gazza was already staring the tree down, and nodded. "Didn't the brochure say.." Ritchie trailed off, the exact excerpt loud in his mind. Some say the forest spins like a wheel.DannyDrawsaLot:
A forest where anyone's luck can change at any given time... The idea itself sounds absurd, as does, one could argue, the very notion of someone, or something, controlling said luck from afar, like an invisible puppeteer. And yet, the stories about Fortune's Woods were so widespread, you can't help but wonder if there isn't some truth to them...
Accompanied by your partners outside of their Balls, you venture out into the lush green landscape up ahead. For someone who specialized on Bird Pokemon, it takes a special kind of bravery to set foot in this kind of wilderness – flying from above will only reveal foliage to your winged companions, but fortunately you aren’t exclusively a Bird Keeper, judging by the presence of a menacing little Pawniard at your side.
As you go along, you can’t help but think that what these Woods lack in any conventional waypoints or other means of man-made guidance, they certainly make up for in natural beauty, but still...
Which way were you going again?
Your Noctowl is the first one to notice, and it calls your attention to the alarming fact: you already passed the oddly-shaped tree to your right twice now. Worse still, a thick blanket of mist is creeping up all around you; not the usual, dull-colored grey fog you'd perhaps expect, but one with a curious light-pink hue... Either way, it obscures your path, further compounding your predicament.
Somewhere up ahead, you hear a very distinct howl, bone-chilling and much too close for comfort. You can't tell if the cry is a warning or a call for help, but do you even want to risk finding out? Maybe you'll take some other, safer approach to finding your way instead...
"Well, that wasn't an expression." Ritchie grunted heavily, and then things only got weirder, as a thick mist set in, soon blanketing Ritchie's surroundings. But this mist was pink? "Huh?" Ritchie asked. "Shouldn't the fog be grey and-" Ritchie was cut off by a loud, shrill howl, the noise shaking him to his very core, rattling his bones. "What was that?" Ritchie gasped, and his eyes darted around, given the intensity of the noise, the noise was dangerously close.
"Oh fuck. Well, we've got work to do guys." Ritchie remarked, and turned to Gazza. "Gazza, you, fly up, and see if you can find a passageway or path we can follow that isn't a dumb circle." Gazza spread his wings and prepared to fly upwards. "Shayd, you stay down here and start up a Gust and try and get rid of this blinding mist." Shayd, who was dozing off, woke up sharply and prepared the winds. "Lastly, you, Stryke, head in the direction of that noise and come back and tell me what made it, and if it's hurt."