Quest Resources (stats, party, location, neofauna information, date, time, etc.): https://rentry.org/PokepocalypseQSTQuest Archive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Pok%C3%A9pocalypse%20Revival (Start here if you want to catch up on the quest's previous threads!)Updates will be attempted every 2 days! Ideally, I will be back to daily updates by the end of this thread. Absences will be announced in advance and given definitive end dates if I can manage it.<><><><><>Within the Year of Our Lord, 1884, upon a world quite similar to our own, all civilization is at war with a peculiar breed of creature......all civilization, that is, save for Walter Buchanan and his companions. Walter, an aspiring naturalist, sees the good in these creatures: these demons of earth and sky, able to command the very heavens themselves, privy to the inner thoughts of man and the very souls that animate them. He has tamed four such creatures, all of whom walk by his side: Aster, his flaming foal; Mary, his electric sheep; Taylor, his silk-spinning caterpillar compatriot; Florian, his aromatic flower sprite. These creatures, whom he dubs "neofauna," are not his only company. Walter is further joined by two human travelers: Thomas J. Steele, a businessman and state representative of Indiana, and "Andrew," a former buffalo hunter now employed as Steele's own bodyguard. All three of these men share a common cause: a desire to return to the East Coast.This trio is further bound together not only by shared experience, but by their shared allegiance to the Staters: a movement led by a group of rebellious Californians looking to upend the most recent state governor, C. P. Huntington, for his atrocities against the state of California. The treacherous governor has used the state militia to launch a coordinated raid on the Staters' former headquarters, and suspicions abound that he is now responsible for multiple deaths within the movement-- deaths which the Stater's stalwart leader, Aaron Muyr, now seeks to avenge...<><><><><>
>Saturday, September 6th, 1884.You awoke before the sun rose.Everything before you was a blur. If you had dreamed of anything this night, you hadn't remembered it. Your hotel room was dark, quiet-- for a moment, you thought you saw movement at the foot of your bed... and only relaxed upon remembering who lay there."Up y' get, Mary," you whispered to your sheep. You were not about to leave her in the hands of strangers while she was this vulnerable. "We've got work t' do."As you swept through your room like an exhausted phantasm, changing your clothes and washing your face, your heartbeat acted as soundtrack to your morning routine. With every third beat, you were doing something new.Ba-dump. You gave the ornate clock hanging above your bathroom door a glance. Four in the morning-- perfect. Ba-dump. You carried Mary with you into the hallway, making sure to close your door as quietly as possible, and slipped down the carpeted staircase.Ba-dump. The stable doors creaked open, stirring awake the horses closest to its hinges. Florian squeaked at the noise, so disproportionate to the quiet blanketing everyplace else-- you promptly quieted him.Ba-dump. Aster huffed, stomping in place as his stable door swung open. Your heart briefly skipped a beat, somehow expecting to find a bleeding wound upon his leg, only returning to its normal pace once Aster took a confident step forward.Ba-dump. You left the hotel behind, Aster's flaming mane coming alive and trotting ahead of you. Ba-dump. Dark figures lined the streets, sparse in number yet unmistakeable in silhouette-- state militia.Ba-dump. By the light of Aster's mane and the glow of tonight's blue moon, you continued forth into the shadowy city streets, reminding yourself of your goals...<><><><><>
"...keep it quick, keep it quiet. Andrew will lead from the front, reinforcements'll be from the sides..."A cool breeze blew through the small off-road you had all gathered in. Muyr was repeating what he had clarified last meeting. This group was his most important, after all, so such caution was required."...militia would be best struck near the neck're legs. Aim t' knock them out, to avoid blood on our hands..."You held your team together tightly, whispering your plans under your breath in the vain hopes that a member or two might be able to understand them. Everyone here was to go together, on Muyr's signal... except for you."...if our own start t' fall, shoot to kill. We have more Staters than they have troops..."...at least, there were more Staters than troops awake at this hour. All you had was your small party of neofauna. But, you hoped, they were just an emergency measure. The capitol would only have a few militia soldiers in front of it at this hour, not the usual scale of extensive security throughout its halls, so you weren't going to be fighting like the rest of them were..."...have you any words t' say, say them now.">Try to rouse the troops like Muyr did. A boost of confidence wouldn't hurt, right?>Ask a question. [Write-in what question.]>Pray.
>>6319264>Ask a question"What if they have some neofauna of their own?"The governor may be spiteful to the 'demons', but that may be because he wants a monopoly on force.Welcome back, QM!
>>6319264>Try to rouse the troops like Muyr did. A boost of confidence wouldn't hurt, right?A question would just create doubt and hesitation at this point. Just say something short to show we're confident.
>>6319264>Try to rouse the troops like Muyr did. A boost of confidence wouldn't hurt, right?“Huntington leads his troops the same as he does anything else… with the grace and precision of a three-legged cow. Listen to Muyr and we’ll get through this thing fine.”
>>6319472>A question would just create doubt and hesitation at this point.I nevertheless see some value in being prepared and having a strategy for if we encounter a fire-breathing weasel, or something worse.
