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ULTRA DESERT: EMSD

3rd Expedition

Were those mushrooms? She vaguely remembered finding them in this landscape at some point but the fact that they were examined by the science guys was something that had eluded her.

Well, at this point, no harm in trying it. If the boss said it was safe, then it probably was.

"Down the hatch, I guess."

Without much more delay, she ingested the strange mushrooms. The effect seemed to be almost immediate. It was like she had put on a pair of night-vision goggles when she had opened her eyes. The resplendent treasures vanished without a trace leaving behind the perilous edge of a platform and a number of spikes below.

Spikes and platforms. It felt like a bad version of that one video game with the plumber. Then again, considering the mushrooms, maybe that wasn't far off.

But there was no point in trying to go along with hopping from pillar to pillar. Elaine may have been fit, but she certainly was not athletic. Returning Jeanne to her ball, she sent Tiamat, who flew overhead and picked her up by the hand.

"Well, no point in waiting around here, right? Let's keep moving."

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Tags: John Sullivan , maverick noah ryder

EMSD, the real OGs

maverick noah ryder, Elaine Highland, Sigurd Holst

[player]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/850907874325823529/1121429147609223379/EMSD-_Riders_of_the_Sandstorm.mp3[/player]

"Oup! You okay, man?" Doug asked maverick noah ryder, eyes growing wide as the man lurched.

It was quite the horrific sight— and smell— he realized. Past experiences had merely made him... relatively jaded to the sights.

"... Right!" Chuckled the youth, scratching at the back of his head as Elaine Highland was lifted in the air by her Flygon.

Leave it to their detective to quickly deduce the sensible way out. Doug had gotten a little too into their tomb raiding anthics and forgotten the convenience that pokemon afforded them.

One net ball later, and his Orbeetle came out once more, eyes glowing blue as it lifted him (and maverick noah ryder, should he need the help) in the air and moved them across the deadly gap.

On the other side awaited the long, dusty, dilapidated hallway.

Rows of long, tall boxes adorned the walls, reaching towards the very end of the hall.

Upon closer examination though... those boxes were sarcophaguses.

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PROMPT
Encounter mummified/well-preserved bodies of megalopolans who possess notes that suggest only ultra beasts lived here.

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ULTRA DESERT: EMSD

3rd Expedition

"I wonder...at this rate. Are we going to find the hidden tomb of some king?"


Having successfully crossed the treacherous gap before them, Elaine ran her head against the multiple stone containers. All of them lined the walls of what was a long corridor--each with eyes watching the trespassers who dared to tread their resting place and their gates to the next world. 

But there were so many questions she had left at this point. Why were there sarcophagi here beyond a number of traps? Who built this? What were these sarcophagi meant to be protecting? What were they keeping at the very depths of this whole complex? 

And, most importantly, just how many chitinous creatures would they find at the very end?

She would not withdraw Tiamat. There was enough room for the Flygon to walk on its own two feet, so it was better she kept Tiamat there and ready for another trap. After all, they already had a hint of what was to come. 

They merely needed to advance through the hall of the dead until...

---

Tags: John Sullivan , maverick noah ryder

EMSD, the real OGs

maverick noah ryder, Elaine Highland, Sigurd Holst

[player]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/850907874325823529/1121429147609223379/EMSD-_Riders_of_the_Sandstorm.mp3[/player]

"A Pharaoh, more likely." He pointed out at Elaine Highland's comment, lips pursing as he stared down the seemingly infinite depths of the hallway.

Doug side eyed both of his companions, neither of which gave any signs of being interested in advancing first.

Fair enough. After everything they had been through so far, a long hall with suspicious caskets lining the walls didn't make him feel particularly enthusiastic either.

"This is freakin's weird." Doug muttered as he took a tentative, gentle step forward, praying the next tile did not sink under his weight. "Did the people on the ship crash into a tomb or something?"

That was some impressively bad luck.

He had planned to ignore the sarcophagi entirely. But—

His genre savviness kicked in first.

"... If we ignore this, I just know it's gonna bite us in the ass later." He finally said with a sigh, before promptly two-stepping-into a back-kick the nearest sarcophagi's lid off.

It came off with a booming, echoing crash, the stone sliding off before shattering upon crashing on the floor.

No putrid smell came out of the inside... but the sight wasn't entirely pleasant either. Just a lot less bad than one would've thought.

The mummified remains of a humanoid being were inside the sarcophagi.

"My goodness... Do you know what this means?" he asked of his companions, eyes wide.

...

"No, really, do either of you know? This makes no fucking sense."

He said, glancing over at his companions, befuddled.

He hadn't noticed yet the fact that there were actually understandable scribbles on some of the mummifying papyrus wrapped around the body... if anyone was bold enough to look closer.

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PROMPT
Encounter mummified/well-preserved bodies of megalopolans who possess notes that suggest only ultra beasts lived here.

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ULTRA DESERT: EMSD

3rd Expedition

Elaine had hardly expected their current leader to humor her comment. It was one she had merely expected would fall by the wayside. But he was the one in the front, so him being the one of all people to humor her ridiculous pontification was probably what made more sense.

There was not much she could not comprehend here. After all, this was merely a line of corpses. Different from a crime scene, this was a burial ground--a final resting place for the many, many corpses that stood there. The last steps before their souls were to carry on to whatever underworld they believed in.

But it was strange. After all, this procession of the dead lay beneath that ship for sure. How many of those aboard rested here?

She could ask those questions all she wanted, but unless she opened the many enclosures, she would never find the answers. For seekers of the truth like her, such reality would be disappointing, but there were bigger issues to deal with. It was better to put things off till they had a clearer big picture.

And yet, there was one who clearly felt the reverse was true.

Her eyes widened as the man she called boss pulled open the door to once of them, but what was within...

"They're well preserved..."

The more she looked at what they found, the more she could not believe it. The fact that they were left in sarcophagi meant that these bodies had been laid to rest long ago and yet even the most well embalmed mummy would break down over time, especially in these harsh conditions. So, that begged many questions.

How?

And when?

Her fingers gravitated towards what seemed to be text upon the papyrus. As she ran her fingers, she tried to figure out exactly what they seemed to say. Some of it seemed legible, after all.

---

Tags: John Sullivan , maverick noah ryder

EMSD, the real OGs

maverick noah ryder, Elaine Highland, Sigurd Holst

[player]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/850907874325823529/1121429147609223379/EMSD-_Riders_of_the_Sandstorm.mp3[/player]

Abandon this desolate land, ye who have come upon my corpse. There is naught but savage Beasts.

P.S. don't mess with the clock.

Peering over Elaine's should as in order to read the paper as well, Doug couldn't help but squint.

"Uh... kinda broke character towards the end there, huh?" He said dryly as he read the paper over once again, before casually glancing down the long, cavernous hallway leading deeper inside.

"Think they meant an actual clock?" He asked wryly to the other two, before gesturing towards the hallway. "... Well, I guess we'll find out for ourselves one way or another. Onward!"

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PROMPT
Encounter mummified/well-preserved bodies of megalopolans who possess notes that suggest only ultra beasts lived here.

ULTRA DESERT: EMSD

3rd Expedition

"Broke character or not, it's pretty ominous." Elaine sighed as she ran her fingers across the papyrus once again. "Though given who these likely are, maybe they mean an actual clock. Who knows? Maybe we'll find a clock in front of a set of blast doors. Or something of the sort."

But as she took a step back and patted any dust and sand back off her, she looked off towards the side, towards the direction they were heading down.

She was hardly the type who could say she felt an aura of menace or could feel an ominous presence. In reality, it was patently obvious that what was in front of them would be a feral beast much like the ones who's corpses were laying strewn across the path they were treading.

"Yeah. Let's get going."

Elaine followed behind their brave leader as they pressed ever onward.

---

Tags: John Sullivan , maverick noah ryder

EMSD, the real OGs

maverick noah ryder, Elaine Highland, Sigurd Holst

[player]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/850907874325823529/1121429147609223379/EMSD-_Riders_of_the_Sandstorm.mp3[/player]

"Yeah, I guess." He said, scratching at his cheek as he considered the message left to them.

Should they turn back now?

His gaze moved towards the darkness of the long hallway stretching out before them. A single teleport and they could all be on their way home, rather than facing the death trap before them.

Ah, but they wouldn't be citizens of Hoenn if they could make such rational, well-adjusted decisions.

Into the darkness they went, going ever deeper into the darkness of the vault...

Until they arrived to a large, dome like chamber chamber, past the hallway.

The walls were lined with steel rods and effigies of sun, moon and cloud.

The most curious thing about the place was how well lit it was. Given that by now, they should've been several hundred feet below sand level, the fact that such powerful sunlight could somehow reach this room was... confusing.

On the other end of the chamber, was a round gate. Perfectly circular, with what seemed to be an intricately decorated door... which upon closer inspection, proved to be an ancient system of locking mechanisms akin to a puzzle— one which they were given little if any guidance on how to solve.

At the very center of the room, there was another circular contraption. A base rose up from the floor about 4 feet in height, with a simple geometric figure at the center casting deep shadows over the smooth, white granite beneath.

Large, steel levers extended from either side of the base— if one stared carefully, one would realize the base resembled a gear.

Doug cupped his chin thoughtfully.

"... Should we f*ck around and find out?"

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PROMPT
27 encounter a sun dial that when operated or adjusted, can change the day and night cycle instantaneously.

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ULTRA DESERT: EMSD

3rd Expedition

All that was left before was the impenetrable door and the sundial before it. At the end of the long path that lay beyond walls of sarcophagi, this was it.

Elaine crossed her arms and furrowed her brow as she stared at the two elements that were left before them. There was nary an indication of anything on the door itself. But all that was before them was those two things. Nothing else remained on the walls or floors. There was nothing else hanging anywhere else.

"... Should we f*ck around and find out?"

“Do you really think that is wise? You are good at puzzles, right? Because I'm not.”

"I would say I am good at puzzles, but..." Elaine walked towards the sundial, running her fingers around the perimeter, being as careful as possible to adjust it even a mote just yet. "But it doesn't seem like there's much else to this one aside from what sits before us."

One hand rested upon a Pokeball. Tiamat was by their side, but there was no harm in being prepared to have two Pokemon out at once.

"There's no other way but forward here, so best to just be on your guard."

After looking back to the other two, she gave a stern look and a nod.

As soon as she was sure everyone else was ready, she reached for the geometric figure jutting out at the center and without hesitation, turned it clockwise. And then...

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Something something Leeroy Jenkins

Tags: John Sullivan , maverick noah ryder