#they dont ever really fight human sized and shaped enemies

[why485]

God damn Heartcatch is cool.

[irene-sadler]

Six Months

someone wondered when the Baroness (a side character from the Tournament aka Sir Reynard and the Red Knight which I wrote earlier this year) was coming back and uh, “back” implies that she ever left in the first place, tbh. spoilers: she didn’t.

anyway so here’s a little something something

its a quick family story plus a story about civilians in wartime packed into a little over 4000 words. rated PG. ft teen romance drama, sheep, grown up romance non drama, and not a single canon witcher character. think Roseanne (original show not the weird remake that died on arrival for Reasons) but in the setting of The Witcher. or don’t if u have no idea what i’m even talking about b/c u dont watch 90s cable sitcoms constantly like i do lol.

Six Months:

The Nilfgaardian soldiers came at night, but they found an empty manor house. The occupants had had plenty of warning they were on their way; the family’s oldest son had ridden nonstop from Rivia Castle to warn them that there had been a coup, that the Queen had vanished and her young son was in charge, and that it was only a matter of time before their old enemy Caldwell came looking for them. Hilde thought they were, in many ways, fortunate - not lucky, because no luck had been involved - fortunate that their son was riding his fastest horse, fortunate that the rest of the household managed to collect what they could and hide the rest without dramatics or incident, fortunate to have somewhere else to go. An old herbalist’s hut in the woods wasn’t much, but it was, she’d said, a roof over their heads. They’d always had a plan, in case everything in their lives went very badly wrong. Everything had, and the hut was part of it.

    Then her son rode off with most of her other sons and the rest of her husband’s knights, on the chance that the Queen was out there somewhere, and left the place somewhat emptier-feeling in his absence.

    “Wish I was going with them,” the Baron said, looking down the woodland road after them.

    “We talked about this, Eldred; you’re sixty-seven years old, your eyesight’s going bad, and your knees don’t bend anymore. A warband’s got no use for you.”

    “I know that,” he said. “Don’t mean I don’t wish I was going.”

    A little flock of sheep crossed the path, with some of her nephews trailing after them, waving sticks and shouting.

    “I’ll be worried about them, too,” she said, as one of the sheep suddenly bolted. Eldred took her hand, squeezed it, and limped off after it.

    The next time their paths crossed he was in a slightly better mood. She hooked her arm through his elbow and looked up at the full moon through the trees.

    “Can’t hear myself think in there, so I came out here for some fresh air,” he said. There wasn’t enough room inside for even half the people who had followed them along. Most of the household had settled around the hut in tents and bedrolls. The inside of the hut was still jammed with the smaller children. They were also fortunate that it was spring, and nobody would freeze to death sleeping outside. No luck involved, again. No army fought in the winter, although she wouldn’t put it past the Empire to try.

    “We’ll have to build pens for the sheep and pigs, tomorrow,” she said. “Maybe some more shelters, too. The farmhands can do it. And I’ll organize some of the women t’ forage in the woods. We’re fortunate it’s spring. We might be living off pottage of oats and chickweed, but we won’t starve t’ death.”

    “You know,” Eldred said, “I was thinking I might get a shot at some of these invaders after all. They might turn up here.”

    “They might.”

    “Wouldn’t want any spies or wanderers t’ spot us and take word back to th’ army that we’re out here.”

    “No.”

    “Anyhow, with all these boys out here, I thought I might train ‘em up a little, just in case.”

    “That’s not a bad idea.”

    “Might take some of these girls, too,” he added.

    “Even better,” she said. He smiled down at her.

    “We’ll be safe here.”

    “Of course we will, with you around,” she said.

    ———

    Wars were just a part of life. She was born and raised in Rivia; she’d grown up watching her brothers and father ride off to war with Lyria, over and over again. Her father was killed by a Lyrian archer when she was twenty-three. She’d watched her mother’s face while they buried him. She never wanted to know what it took to make someone wear that hard, dead expression. Over a decade later the King married a Lyrian princess and those wars stopped, but more took their place. There had been the rebellion, after the King died, led by her own disgruntled brothers, who refused to serve a Lyrian; her husband’s promotion from petty knight to Baron was a direct result of the glory he’d won putting it down. That war had almost destroyed her marriage, but they’d pulled through, in the end. Then there had been bandits, minor invasions, civil unrest; it seemed like there was always something to fight over, but never anything new. Whether Lyrians were killing Rivians or Nilfgaardians were killing Rivians, they always had the same damn excuses for it. The older she got, the less patience she had for any of them.

    ———        

    Smoke from cooking fires floated through the newly cleared area around the camp. The forest echoed with the sounds of axes hitting wood and more trees falling. The pigs slept in the shade out of the heat, watched over by a pack of skinny boys from the village. The herbalist’s hut sat surrounded by a dozen almost identical buildings - buildings, children, chickens, dogs, a donkey that someone had brought in, loaded down with rushes -

    The Nilfgaardians hadn’t found them, but a whole lot of other people somehow had. Some of them brought livestock or food, but a hell of a lot of them had nothing but the clothes on their backs. Hilde refused to turn them away, even if a few of the hands muttered darkly about spies and famine. More was better; more people meant more hands to work and more eyes to keep watch. Eldred’s little force of skinny teenagers with homemade bows and farmhands armed with handaxes had grown in size, if not, in her opinion, in quality. He seemed pleased with them, at least. Some of them were standing watch at the edges of the clearing. She was pretty sure none of them were asleep.

    It turned out they weren’t; a minor racket interrupted the idyllic peace of the summer afternoon - some kind of argument, she thought. She abandoned the shirt she was mending and headed to the north side of the buildings, where she found a pair of youths shouting at each other. One, she noticed, was her own youngest son, waving a bow and turning an impressive shade of red. The other was a dark-haired girl. The latter spotted her before the former; Hilde watched with detached interest as the girl’s eyes widened and her stance shifted from aggressive to frozen fear.

    “Herron,” she said. “It’s -”

    “What’s this about?” Hilde asked.

    “- your mother.”

    Herron deflated, visibly.

    “We were just - we were talking,” he said, staring at his own feet.

    “I heard.”

    “Just a - a disagreement over the watch schedule,” said the girl. She raised an eyebrow, considered telling them to cut the shit, and then decided not to. Whatever it was, it was probably harmless, and it wouldn’t be improved by her involvement.

    “If you have an issue, take it up with the Baron,” she said. “Meanwhile, quit disturbing the peace.”

    The girl bowed and escaped at not quite a jog. Herron stared after her, still beet red.

    “Who’s that?” she asked.

    “Nobody.”

    “No?”

    “She’s just - she wasn’t at the right guardpost.”

    “Whatever you say,” she said. Herron was shifting uncomfortably, showing the usual signs of a teenager who desperately wanted to escape.

    “Go on,” she said. “Get back t’ work.”    

———

    Herron had begged to go to war with his brothers. He was only fourteen, and although he looked like a skinny, lanky, teenage copy of his father, he had none of Eldred’s athletic ability. The best that could be said for him was he was a decent shot. Maybe he would have survived the battlefield, but she didn’t want to take the chance. Besides, he was her baby boy; she felt like he had been ten years old only the week before. She couldn’t let him go, and Eldred had taken one look at her face and hadn’t argued with her. The resulting angst had taken weeks to wear off.

    Whatever Herron was up to, she was just glad he was finally speaking to her again.

    ———        

    The rainy season hit exactly on time; a genuine stroke of luck, because the rain would keep their ever-increasing hideout a secret for a little longer. The pigs were happy, but the sheep and humans less so. Hilde and her selected lieutenants kept the place running anyway, despite the endless mud, the nonstop damp, and the weather that ranged from a drizzly mist in the mornings to downpours in the afternoons and evenings that were so heavy Eldred stopped making his militia patrol the forest for fear they’d get lost or drown in a flash flood.

    During one of the downpours one of the militia members came splashing through the mud and into the hut. Eldred stopped scrubbing rust off his sword.

    “Something going on?”

    Hilde thought he sounded a little too hopeful.

    “Nothin’,” the man said. “Not really. Just, we had this kid come up t’ th’ east guardpost just now.”

    “Ask around; has t’ belong to someone around here,” Hilde said.

    “Don’t think so, milady, on account of it ain’t a human child.”

    “Oh. I’ll take a look,” she said. “Go on, I’ll be there.”

    Eldred shook his head slightly at her as she stood and pulled a cloak around herself.

    “What?”

    “Nothin’.”

      She could barely see where she was going, but she managed to slop her way through the muck between the huts and made her way the guardpost. A little pack of militia stood around the spot, watching a single, very small shape that huddled under a blanket. The shape didn’t look up when the guards all spotted her and stood.

    “Honestly,” she said. “How many people does it take to keep an eye on one five-year-old? Don’t you all have work to do?”

    “We were thinkin’ maybe there could be Squirrels about,” someone explained, awkwardly. She rolled her eyes; the expression might have lost some effect in the pouring rain and dark, so she added a little of it to her tone.

    “Yes, well. If so, I’ll protect you, Jenny. Get going, all of you. Find something else to do.”

    Most of them trailed off, muttering among themselves. One man stuck around; she raised an eyebrow at him, which he seemed to take as a sign. He stumped off a few yards away and stood squinting out at the dark woods. She rolled her eyes again and crouched down.

    “Hello. Who are you?”

    “I’m six,” the huddled shape said.

    “What’s that?”

    “You said I was five.”

    “Oh. Sorry. It’s hard to tell for sure, under that blanket.”

    “I don’t want t’ get wet.”

    “What’s your name?”

    “Ailfe.”

    “My name’s Hilde,” she said. “If you come with me, you can get something to eat and sit in front of a fire. What do you say?”

    “Alright.”

      Ailfe sat next to the fire, inhaling a steaming bowl of barley and dandelion leaves. Hilde offered seconds after the first bowl was done, bided her time, and, finally, asked, “So - Ailfe. Where are your parents?”

    The girl shrugged, took just enough time away from eating to say, “Dead,” and went back to it. Eldred shook his head again, slightly, when she glanced at him; he had looked less than surprised when she came in out of the rain lugging a bundle. He was trying to look like he was wearily embracing the inevitable, but she could see a hint of a smile in the corners of his mouth. She smiled back.

    “Where are you from?”

    “Dravograd,” Ailfe said.

    “Ah.”

    She’d heard rumors, in passing, through the militia, who’d heard them from the merchants on the roads. Hilde knew enough to believe them.

    “Well,” she said, “You can stay here, if you like; it’s not like we don’t have the room, and you can help my nephews with the sheep. How’s that sound?”

    “Fine.”

      Not twenty minutes later, the girl was dead asleep. Hilde pulled a dry blanket around her and stretched out on the pallet in the corner next to Eldred.

    “Couldn’t let her starve,” she said to him.

    “We’ve had stranger things than elves in our family, I suppose,” he replied. “Remember my uncle Egbert? Th’ one who turned into an enthusiast and became a priest of Pareplut?”

    “I always wanted a daughter.”

    “I know,” he said, kissed the side of her head, and added, “I love you.”

    “And I love you, Eldred,” she said.          

    -——

    When she’d decided she was going to marry him, her parents hadn’t been too sure about the idea. She was twenty and he was slightly more than a decade older, but she’d seen him in the tournaments, and she’d heard about him outside them. He was very often the best knight on the field - perfect form, an undeniable talent - and he was a close cousin to the King, and her aunt’s husband had it on good authority that he was as capable an administrator as he was a fighter. It was true that he wasn’t much to look at, but she wasn’t foolish enough to care about his missing front tooth, or the scar on his chin, or his crooked nose. The day he’d won yet another tournament and gallantly offered her the prize with a gap-toothed smile, she knew nobody in the world was going to change her mind about Sir Eldred Greenwood. Her parents would just have to get used to it.

    ——

    The rain stopped for good and the sun cooked all the water out of the air. She started sending the kids and donkeys off to the stream, a mile away, every morning and evening to fill kegs with water. Ailfe trooped along with the others, wearing a shapeless cap that covered her ears, looking as filthy and half-wild as any of them. She had forgotten about the incident with Herron completely.

    She was sitting on the top rail of a fence in the twilight, watching bats flutter through the smoke and lights of the camp and chatting about nothing in particular with Eldred. Anything resembling privacy was hard to come by, but most people seemed to be off doing something, somewhere, and nobody was near the sheep pens. At least, they didn’t think so, but they were wrong. Right around the time she lost interest in the bats and they ran out of things to talk about, something interrupted the forgotten background hum of insects and humanity.

    “Wynn?” a voice said, from the nearby guardpost, out of sight past a shed. Eldred jumped about three inches and, to her mild disappointment, stopped kissing her.

    “What the hell-”

    She covered his mouth with her hand, quickly.  

    “Shush.”

    It was only Herron. She recognized his voice. She didn’t immediately recognize the voice that responded.

    “Hi Herron. You on watch?”

    “Yep.”

    “When do you get off?”

    “Uh, in around an hour. Why?”

    She figured it out, after some thought; it was the girl he’d been arguing with, weeks earlier. Eldred raised an inquiring eyebrow up at her. She shook her head at him.

    “Do you want t’ get dinner afterward? My folks are cooking a chicken that quit laying.”

    “Oh,” Herron said. “I already ate.”

     After a brief pause, the girl said, “Um, well, have a good shift, then. I’ll see you later.”

    “Later,” Herron replied.

    Hilde waited a minute, then sighed wearily. Eldred looked pained.

    “That was the single worst thing I’ve ever overheard,” he commented.

    “I’m thinking you ought to have a talk with our son,” she replied, quietly.

    “First thing in the morning, and not a minute later,” he agreed. “Anyway, what were we talking about?”

    “We weren’t.”

    ————

    They’d had five sons. The oldest, Hal, had a wife and children of his own. He was at court, most of the time; Eldred had sworn off the place as soon as Hal was old enough to go without him, and only went up for holidays and emergencies. Edgar and Robin, the twins, were five years younger and as unalike as they could make themselves. Edgar was a wanderer, had barely been home for most of the last decade. She wasn’t sure if it was fortunate or not that he had been home during the spring. Robin had just gotten married during the winter, and had a position at court. Jack, the fourth, had died of consumption when he was four. Her youngest son was a surprise; she’d been over forty when he was born, and nobody had expected both of them to survive the event, but they’d been wrong. Herron was weedy, but he was as strong as an ox. He looked like his father, crooked nose and all, but he acted just like her long-dead oldest brother - kind, loyal, brilliant, and unbelievably easy to manipulate. It worried her, sometimes, but she knew better than to wonder if her youngest son would come to a similar end. There was nothing to be gained by dwelling on the past, and even less by trying to predict the future.

    ———

    The dry spell continued. One evening the donkeys and children went off as usual. An hour later as she was helping finish butcher one of the pigs, one of the boys scrambled out of the woods. Hilde balanced the knife in her hand and glanced at the trees behind him. Nothing seemed to be following him - at least, not very closely.

    “What’s wrong?”

    “They’re comin’,” he said, wide-eyed and shaking.

    “Who?”

    “Black Ones. We was on our way back, and - and -”

    She swore under her breath and turned quickly; she would have told one of the others to get Eldred, find the militia, but it was too late; someone had already gone.

    “- they took all the donkeys,” he continued, “Even Donny.”

    “What about all your friends? The other kids?”

    “I don’t know; everyone was running around, and there were soldiers, and nobody was payin’ attention to me and I just ran away.”

    Herron raced up, sweating heavily.

    “Ma, someone said th’ enemy’s here, and dad says t’ get everyone inside th’ stockade-”

    “Yes, I know what t’ do,” she said. “There’s a bunch of kids out in these woods, somewhere.”

    Her daughter was out there, somewhere. She had to go find them.

    “I’ll go look for them,” Herron said. “I’ll find them.”

    He looked terrified. She couldn’t send him - but she couldn’t not send him; she knew she couldn’t really go herself. What would she do out in the woods? Get lost. Get killed. Herron was, if nothing else, a good shot, and a halfway decent hunter.

    “I can do it,” he said. He looked even younger than he actually was, but he sounded confident. She breathed out and nodded.

    “Please be careful.”

    “I’ll try.”

      The stockade was barely a wall; it was a fence with a gate, but it was better than nothing. They’d built it to head height with the sharp ends of logs pointed out toward the trees, and it wouldn’t stop an arrow, but it would stop a horse. Hilde stood by the gate, looking through the holes in the fence at the path her husband and a bunch of teenagers and farmers had taken into the woods. He had trooped out with a sword in his hand, smiled at her under his helmet, and hadn’t looked back. She told herself he would be fine, and Herron would be fine, and the collection of women armed with axes and pitchforks and old spears left over to defend the entirety of the camp would be fine.

    Hours passed, and nothing happened. The feeling of stretched nerves in the air turned to one of faint boredom as the afternoon wore on. She took to pacing the perimeter of the fence, watching the trees for movement, listening for a sound other than the endless rattle of cicadas and crickets and the noise of livestock and people. The shadows got long, and nothing happened. She sternly told herself not to worry, or, at least, not to imagine horrible things that could be happening very far away.

    “Horses,” someone suddenly said. “I hear horses comin’.”

    She stared out at the woods, clutching the makeshift spear she’d armed herself with. There were horses out there; she heard a rumble that could only be a line of heavy cavalry, dozens of armored horses and men. She’d heard them a thousand times in a thousand melees, and she could imagine exactly what they would do to her mass of barely-armed, unarmored peasants if they broke through the fence.

    “Get ready with the spears,” she said. “Just like we practiced.”

    Spears was an overstatement; more than a few of the people who lined up behind the fence with the points of their weapons facing toward the trees were holding pitchforks, but Eldred had thought they’d do just as well. She had her own doubts, but they didn’t have anything better. Any side conversations ended as the sound of the oncoming cavalry rumbled louder; they stood and sweated and waited until the first horse appeared on the narrow road between the trees. She squinted at it; it was hard to see in the dusk, and she wasn’t very familiar with Nilfgaardian armor, but she didn’t think the rider was wearing black. In fact, the knight riding up at the head of the column had a distinctly familiar seat. She breathed, finally, and leaned the spear on the fence.

    “Those are Lyrian banners,” someone said.

    “It’s a trick,” someone else replied, shakily.

    “No,” she said. “No it isn’t. Open the gate.”

    She trooped up the road, met the column, found Herron limping along beside them with a bandage on his leg, a pack of children surrounding him, and Ailfe in his arms.

    “What happened?”

    “I did it,” Ailfe announced. “I saved the day.”

    “Oh?”

    “Well, sort of,” her son replied. “She did keep the Blackclads from catching her and the other kids -”

    “-we climbed a tree,” a boy announced, smugly.

    “-and then I found them and they caught me -”

    “Herron fought like a good one,” said Ailfe. “He got wounded, look.”

    “- then Dad and the lads turned up and attacked the Nilfs -”

     Ailfe finished the story in an excited shout.

    “- and then, durin’ the fight, th’ army came!”

    The knight from the head of the column pulled up and stopped.

    “Not that we needed help,” he said.

    “No, of course not,” Hilde replied, rolling her eyes at him.

    “- anyway, it all ended more or less well,” said Herron. “And they’re saying the Queen’s back.”

    She looked up at Eldred, caught a gap-toothed grin on his face.

    “Oh?”

    Eldred nodded at her.

    “We can go home soon,” Herron said.

    “Home?” Ailfe asked.

    “I’ll tell you all about it,” he said. “Come on, let’s get down to the camp. Ma, are you coming?”

    “In a minute,” Hilde said.

      “Well,” she said, in the comparative quiet after they left, “Did you see any of our sons?”

    “Not in this unit - these people are just scouts, really,” Eldred said.

    “They’re all alive, at least?”

    “Far as I know. We’ll see them soon enough, if all goes well.”

    “That’s a relief.”

    “Can I give you a lift back?”

    “A ride from a noble knight? I can’t say no to that,” she said.

    The camp was swarming with Lyrian soldiers, Rivian civilians, donkeys, barking dogs, and runaway goats and sheep. Eldred reined in the horse at the gate and overlooked the chaos. She thought she caught a glimpse of Herron and Wynn, ducking out of sight behind a hut, and quickly pointed out the leader of the soldiers.

    “Ah,” Eldred said. “Well, I suppose we could wade into this mess and talk to him -”

    “You’re the Baron,” she interrupted. “You can’t just sneak off by yourself with all this going on. Also, it’s getting dark.”

    “I wasn’t going to go by myself.”

    “Oh,” she said.

    “What I’m thinking is we go off somewhere and come back after this has a chance t’ calm itself down -”

    “I suppose I can always pretend you kidnapped me,” she said. “Someone has to maintain an appearance of responsibility around here.”

    “I promise to have you back before dark,” he said. “What d’ you say?”

    “It’s a deal.”            

    “Someone told me our Hal’s a Colonel, now,” he said, turning the horse around. She wrapped her arms around his waist and propped her chin up on his shoulder to see the road ahead.

    “Is he?”

    “Not that it’s a surprise; he’s just like you.”

    “A social climber?”

    “A pragmatist.”

    “You always were a romantic, Eldred.”

    “I’m a lucky man. We wouldn’t have made it all these months without you.”

    Luck had nothing to do with it; they’d planned and fought and were, again, fortunate that it had all worked out in the end. She buried her face in his neck and let him think it had, anyway.

    “I can’t wait to go home,” she said.

[darylrhystaylor]

The Elias Region

The Elias region is a diverse man-made region settled in the middle of nowhere. Founded by a

man, whose name has been lost to time, he arrived to a barren, unforgiven landscape with one

dream, to create a region where people and pokemon could flourish. He assembled a like

minded group of individuals and used their combined skills in city management, architecture,

landscaping and horticulture to create a series of biomes where people and pokemon can live in

harmony.

Explore the diverse landscapes and environments of the region as you take on the Land

challenge to get the four pins in order to take on the Elite Four.

Pokedex

1. Planify

The puppy pokemon

Grass/ psychic

Planify are friendly pokemon that enjoy doing regular activities with the trainers. They are often perceived as not being very bright.

2. Planitty

The clumsy pokemon

Grass/ psychic

These pokemon are often accident prone and clumsy which gives the impression of them being unintelligent.

3. Planipey

The parental pokemon

Grass/ psychic

These pokemon use their psychic powers to be good parental figures to younger pokemon. Conversations between them an Slowking can last months.

4. Flamenold

The duckling pokemon

Fire/ fighting

Flamenold have a short temper which they use to ignite their flames. They aren’t very good at it though.

5. Flamger

The temper pokemon

Fire/ fighting

Easily aggravated and prone to anger, Flamger's have a hard time making friends with their trainers.

6. Flamage

The bad luck pokemon

Fire/ fighting

Finally becoming one with his anger, Flamage uses it to power his fire and fighting moves. However they are quick to lose it when in the presence of Primape.

7. Aquakey

The mouse pokemon

Water/ fairy

A cheerful, adventurous, optimistic pokemon. Makes friends easily so is a perfect choice for new trainers.

8. Aquentice

The student pokemon

Water/ fairy

Aquentice study to perfect their water abilities from their master. They will respect any trainer that takes the time to teach them. They can mischievously take on a bit too much though.

9. Aquaceror

The sorcerer pokemon

Water/ fairy

Finally graduating to the level of master, they can fully utilise their abilities to control the water. They keep their friendly personality from when they were an Aquakey.

10. Rattata (Eliasian form)

The rat pokemon

Normal/ steel

Rattata found themselves hanging around restaurant kitchens and therefore have become steel type to match the utensils.

11. Cuisrat

The chef pokemon

Normal/ steel

Cuisrat have become expert little chefs and use their tails to cook a variety of delectable dishes.

12. Spinerak (Eliasian form)

The spider pokemon

Bug

Spinerak often practice to perfect their web slinging abilities. They very rarely ever touch the ground.

13. Spinerman

The masked pokemon

Bug/ fighting

Spinerman have perfected their web abilities and realising the responsibility this power entails, uses it to protect other pokemon.

14. Blueidee

The shoulder pokemon

Flying

This pokemon just loves to sit on people’s shoulders and chipped its happy song. It is closely related to Rookidee.

15. Mr. Bluemas

The twirling pokemon

This pokemon finds a stick which it keeps with it at all times. Whilst some may find it problematic, it doesn’t care. It’s going to just twirl its stick and make people happy.

16. Neptagle

The smelling pokemon

Normal

This pokemon has a habit of sniffing everything. Its sense of smell isn’t fully developed yet though.

17. Jupitippet

The hound pokemon

Normal

These pokemon are good companions and are often seen hanging around with Aquakey. It is said the founder of the region had one of these as a pet.

18. Saturnhound

The bloodhound pokemon

Normal

These pokemon has an incredible sense of smell and are excellent at tracking. They are often used to find escaped prisoners.

19. Sirenshy

The singing pokemon

Normal/ water

People believe these pokemon once lived on the land before the sea. It sings about returning to the land once more.

20. Sirenna

The mermaid pokemon

Normal/ water

These pokemon have a beautiful singing voice. They are fascinated with people. It is believed they are somehow related to Meloetta.

21. Sockpet

The puppet pokemon

Normal

Nobody is quite sure where these pokemon came from. It is said the fur feels like an old coat.

22. Banjophibbian

The connection pokemon

Normal/ water

These pokemon evolve from male Sockpet. They enjoy sitting on logs, strumming their bellies to make music.

23. Divawine

The superstar pokemon

Normal/ fighting

These pokemon evolve from female Sockpet. They always have to be the centre of attention.

24. Pichu

The tiny mouse pokemon

Electric

Despite its small size, it can zap even adult humans. However, if it does so, it also surprises itself.

25. Pikachu

The mouse pokemon

Electric

Pikachu that can generate powerful electricity have cheek sacs that are extra soft and super stretchy.

26. Raichu (Eliasian form)

The mouse pokemon

Electric/ fairy

Raichu in the Elias region have developed a unique coat and prehensile tail. Nobody is quite sure why, but a theory is it wanted to mimic a certain mythical pokemon.

27. Crockits

The wild frontier pokemon

Dark

Born on a mountain top and raised in the woods, they are known to fight Ursaring at 3 years old.

28. Crockyon

The no fear pokemon

Dark/ fighting

This pokemon fought singles handed through a great war. It made it a legend forever more.

29. Crockoon

The westward hoe pokemon

Dark/ fighting

After completing a great task, it packed up its belongings and headed westward. Nobody knows its final destination

30. Cornie

The corneal pokemon

Grass

These pokemon are known to smell delicious and often the favourite snack of many others.

31. Popchic

The popcorn pokemon

Grass/ psychic

Banding together they use their combined minds to psychic ally repeal others that may want to snack on them.

32. Buneary

The rabbit pokemon

Normal

If both of Buneary’s ears are rolled up, something is wrong with its body or mind. It’s a sure sign the Pokémon is in need of care.

33. Lopunny

The rabbit pokemon

Normal

Lopunny is constantly monitoring its surroundings. If danger approaches, this Pokémon responds with superdestructive kicks.

34. Br’erunny

The trickster pokemon

Normal/ dark

This pokemon is said to be the inspiration of ancient folktales. It is known to use cunning and trickery to outwit much larger opponents.

35. Misdreavus

The screech pokemon

Ghost

What gives meaning to its life is surprising others. If you set your ear against the red orbs around its neck, you can hear shrieking.

36. Mismagius

The magical pokemon

Ghost

Feared for its wrath and the curses it spreads, this Pokémon will also, on a whim, cast spells that help people.

37. Mismuride

The bride pokemon

Ghost

Said to be the spirit of a tilted bride, being in the presence of this pokemon cursed you. Watch out for its beating heart.

38. Teddiursa (Eliasian form)

The little bear pokemon

Normal/ fairy

These pokemon were so rare in the Elias region they became known as pigments of people’s imagination.

39. Teddilne (Eliasian form)

The teddy pokemon

Normal/ fairy

These pokemon love to play with children. Whilst it is said to have very little brains, it can be very wise when needed.

40. Chatot

The music note pokemon

Normal/ flying

It mimics the cries of other Pokémon to trick them into thinking it’s one of them. This way they won’t attack it.

41. Chatate

The pirate pokemon

Dark/ flying

These pokemon love to pillage and plunder and rifle and loot. They just dont give a hoot.

42. Bonsly

The bonsai pokemon

Rock

It expels both sweat and tears from its eyes. The sweat is a little salty, while the tears have a slight bitterness.

43. Sudowoodo

The imitation pokemon

Rock

If a tree branch shakes when there is no wind, it’s a Sudowoodo, not a tree. It hides from the rain.

44. Lithotain

The mountain pokemon

Rick/ grass

Reaching heights of 70 feet, the plants that have grown on it have finally given it the grass type.

45. Clowntillus

The immune pokemon

Water/ poison

This pokemon spend the majority of their life living in poisonous sea anemones. As such they have developed an immunity to the poison.

46. Tangtillus

The forgetful pokemon

Water/ poison

This pokemon is said to suffer from short term memory loss. As such it has trouble remembering its trainers commands.

47. Xolo

The guide pokemon

Normal

These pokemon are said to act as guides for those who have recently departed from this world.

48. Xolobfije

The alebrjie pokemon

Normal/ ghost

These pokemon are said to acts as companions to those in the spirit world. As such they are very loyal.

49. Delibird

The delivery pokemon

Ice/ flying

It carries food all day long. There are tales about lost people who were saved by the food it had.

50. Delinoel

The Christmas pokemon

Ice/ fairy

This pokemon travels North every December and doesn’t return to its trainer until after 25th.

51. Yakenki

The baseball pokemon

Electric/ rock

These pokemon love to hit small rocks with its rock hard tail. They get very despondent if the lies a game though.

52. Sinstea (Eliasian form)

The black tea pokemon

Ghost/ fairy

Sinister in this region accidentally possessed lamps which are said to have mystical powers.

53. Polteageist (Eliasian form)

The black tea pokemon

Ghost/ fairy

These pokemon have learned to fully use the mystical powers of the lamp. They are said to phenomenal, cosmic power, but that is debated.

54. Rolycoly

The coal pokemon

Rock

Most of its body has the same composition as coal. Fittingly, this Pokémon was first discovered in coal mines about 400 years ago.

55. Carkol (Eliasian form)

The coal pokemon

Rock/ steel

These pokemon have developed a more streamlined shape than there Galar counterparts. Therefore they really enjoy racing.

56. Truckol

The coal pokemon

Rock/ steel

These pokemon are great working pokemon. They are very friendly and are surprisingly good at going backwards.

57. Applin

The Apple core pokemon

Grass/ dragon

It spends its entire life inside an apple. It hides from its natural enemies, bird Pokémon, by pretending it’s just an apple and nothing more.

58. Flapple

The apple wing pokemon

Grass/ dragon

It ate a sour apple, and that induced its evolution. In its cheeks, it stores an acid capable of causing chemical burns.

59. Appleton

The apple nectar pokemon

Grass/ dragon

Eating a sweet apple caused its evolution. A nectarous scent wafts from its body, luring in the bug Pokémon it preys on.

60. Poispple

The sleeping death pokemon

Poison/ dragon

Eating a poisonous apple caused its evolution. Eating its apple causes ones breath to still and their blood to congeal.

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FILM REVIEW: Heneral Luna "A Filipino Biopic Film that Keeps you on the edge of your Seat"

Heneral Luna Film is one of the greatest movie that have been ever produced in the Philippine movie industry. There should be more movies like this to be given to people especially Filipinos, because it helps us more to understand why our country is like this in the first place and how it can shape us to be a true Filipino. At first, I thought it was a boring film because it didn't easily capture my attention but I was wrong, it reminded me the quote "Do not judge the book by its cover". It was really a magnificent and flabbergasting film.

"Tremendous" the word that can describe about Historical. The movie , character, plot, setting and climax are perfect. The movie is not trying hard but it is very entertaining to watch because the comedy present was nice addition to the film. Humor was such an unexpected yet integral element of the script, from those crisp off-color expletives of Luna to those sarcastic side comments of Lt. Rusca (Archie Alemania). The part of the movie that depicted reality in history was the battlefield/ great war of the Philippine soldier with their General which is Antonio Luna against the American Invaders. Luna Forge Ahead to the American Invaders because some of the soldiers were killed in that war and because of that the American invaders step-back because they saw the unity of the Philippine soldiers forge ahead to follow their general. The setting in the film was perfect and it portray the history by taking the film in the places where did the historical events happened. Their costume and props was nice and well-appreciated, it was full of effort because they coordinate to color, size, period and etc. and their setting and way of life really matched the historical events by revisiting the Philippine history , and showing the Consumption that the Filipino's experiencing. There are invaders , yet General Luna (John Arcilla) is indeed fiercely brave, ferocious and madly passionate but if we notice there is no solidarity to be found amongst countrymen only in fighting , personal interest and politicking. "Elegant" the word that can describe the historical storytelling it was very clear, exciting and engaging from beginning to end , with a fresh graphic novel to it by its attention-grabbing introduction which is the first key to hooked the audience/viewers.

About the Cinematography, words cannot describe my satisfaction about it, this film will grab you with its gorgeous cinematography. The images on the big screen had such vivid colors and innovative angles especially in the scene where Luna is attacking the american Invaders and when he is infront of the Philippine flag interviewed by Joven(journalist). The period production design and the costume design were meticulous detail in the scene where Ignacio recounts that the flashback scene to Luna's childhood. During a beautiful edited flashback sequence, there was a stylist scene about Rizal's execution that was so uniquely abd hauntingly rendered. There are most gruesome and graphic special effects showing the violent brutally of warfare which will shock you, the dark scenes means gloomy and keeping the information from someone. The narrative framing help the film so much because the frame to a story can do a lot of things, it can provide further context to the story, telling the audience how to view these events; it can suggest that the story is fiction or truth; it can give us exposition dumps efficient without impacting the pacing of the main narrative; or even draw attention to the artifice of the medium. The film-making is stunning , slick and stylish and the production looks pretty neat because the movie is paced nicely even at times its layered to different events , but put itself together consistently. For me, the most striking part/scene is in the cabinet meeting when General Luna said/ask to a part of cabinet who agree in the side of Sr. Paterno "Negosyo o Kalayaan, Bayan o Sarili. Pumili ka! ". He showed the loyalty , ultra-nationalism and a character of a great leader, what he wanted was to secure our country from the American Invaders and by saying that line, it mark my heart and teaches me not to become selfish but to become selfless and we need to bear in mind that "Bayan muna bago sarili ". The part of the film that has hidden meaning was the ending when the Philippine flag was burned because for me it symbolize that we are not totally free from our greatest enemy which is ourselves. The flow of the story was spectacular and magnificent because it is well elaborated, the historical events and the flow of the film reallt captures the viewer's attention that makes them understand easily the message.

"Sensational" a word that can describe about the characters, the actors really give justice to their role because their acting is beyond impressive specifically John Arcilla as Antonio Luna, he brings a genuine humanity and at the same time a really compelling sense of madness which terifically lives up to the complexity of its subject. The supporting also lend real gravity and even delight on screen really an awesome performance and acting skills that really give justice to their role. Aside from Luna, the most striking personality was Pako and Ruska because they serve and become faithful to one leader, you can see their efforts, determination and perseverance to do their job as a soldier which is to defend our nation from the enemies and invaders. They actually have the capacity to spread peace and unity, they have the willingness in their heart, they embody the spirit of volunteerism and a person that is " Where you go, I go" , they became the image of bravery and strength. The portrayal of the Characters help the film so much because without those portrator the film will not be made perfectly, it will not be effective without them , they are the one who give life to the film that give tbeir efforts to help the film succeed.

[About the Context], Our country is experiencing and facing hardships and problems nowadays but the politicians and their traits that we see in our government today. All the bickering , mudslinging and turncoatism for the sake of more riches and power in becoming a commodity inside the Philippine Politics. No wonder that our politocians (not generalizing them) wants the majority to remain poor and ignorant fpr them to easily manipulate the masses. "Self-Interests" the undying sin of our history and likewise in our current situation, the root of all corruption has been rampant in our society , some of the leaders easily dont care about what problems this country's facing what really is important for them is their self- interest. Just like Luna said " Wala ba tayong karapatan na mabuhay ng malaya?" , we are living in a Democratic country and in the law it state in Article 3, section 4 of the 1987 Philippine Constitution that we have the freedom in our country but we are not totally free from ourselves, we are not free from the chains of self-interest and underlying principles in life. There aee some leaders that are Quisling but also there are some soldier who is willing to die for our "Inang Bayan" a real hero like Luna.

Overall, Heneral Luna is not just a film but a wake up call driving the ever reminder that some things never change. Its message- we Filipinos are our own greatest and worst enemies, lacking in resolution and torn by self interest. It is a story representative of not just our current and still chaotic political landscape but of who we are and what we can do but don't. Though it may not be perfect in its execution , the film does it's duty in leaving with the question lingering " Negosyo o Kalayaan, Bayan O Sarili."