(I just realized the irony in having a Tundra be the one to keep track of any lore snippets, and in lore he specifically maintains their memory.)



Lore:
You enter the dark chalcedony cave, following the scent of incense. As you walk, the smell grows heavier in your nostrils until you come across a circle of Selenite, with incense burners and candles scattered around the room. Sitting within it is a small Tundra. His wings glitter deep blue and purple as they catch the candlelight, scattering the light across his dark purplish fur. He opens his greenish eyes and looks in your direction. "The whispering footsteps take form, I see."
His eyes seem to penetrate you as he continues. "My name is Asopus. I am the Sage of Whispers. My mind acts as a crossroad and haven for things lost in the wind."
As you open your mouth to ask, Asopus continues. "The things I keep you cannot touch- memories, thoughts, words, all kept safe by me so that they cannot be forgotten."
He opens his paw. As his eyes glow and the candles flare, a small illusion appears- a shining lavender Nocturne desperately ushering a gray and green Skydancer away from a hole dug in vile crimson soil, three other Skydancers already keeled over within.
After allowing the illusion to dissipate, Asopus speaks once again. "Some of these memories must wait until they can return to the ones that formed them. Others are simply waiting to be remembered by their owners." He looks into your eyes. "Now, what memories would you like to see, as to play a role in their maintenance?"
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(Owner: EmmetAndIngo. Reason: Don't want to scrap previous lore)
Emmet and the mysterious Pokemon eventually came to a stop on what looked like a mountain. As Emmet looked around, he suddenly heard a giggle beside him. He turned around and saw the strange Pokemon wave to him. "No, wait!" Emmet called out as the Pokemon teleported to who-knows-where.
Emmet shook his head. "Well, time to get moving. To find Ingo-" he shivered. "-and maybe somewhere warm." With that, he turned and started walking.
The landscape around him was desolate- nothing but snow and ice as far as he could see. Then, he spotted something familiar. In front of him was the silhouette of a large-looking Pokemon. As he approached, he was able to get a better look at its coarse whitish fur, its splotchy lavender markings, its glowing red eyes filled with aggression- wait, red eyes?
Before Emmet could react, the Pokemon charged towards him. It slashed at him, its claws barely grazing him through his coat. In a moment, more of the Pokemon, though none as large as the original, began to chase after him. So, Emmet did the only thing he could think of: he turned around and started sprinting as fast as his legs could carry him.
He ran until his legs were filled with the fire of pain combined with the chill of the snowy wind, and the pain from the Pokemon's scratch began tingling- and not in a good way. Then, his dash turned into a slow jog, and then to an exhausted, stumbling walk. Finally, he saw in front of him a group of six people, each wearing light pinkish tunics adorned with a darker pink circle-like symbol.
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(Owner: Caerwyn. Reason: Sentimental, since this was an unofficial commision)
(Thanks, yewberried!)
In the late hours of the evening does Caerwyn make his appearance. Nocturnal in every sense of the word, Caerwyn finds himself happiest in the dead of night, awaiting for his playmates the fireflies to awaken.
One of the few nocturnal creatures that doesn't shy away from his own orange shine, you can often find this Nocturn laying in a field and... glowing? A faint sneeze from the drake has the fireflies blown gently from his face, only to be covered again the next second with a faint giggle.
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