GARDEN OF AVALON

MEMORY OF GALAR

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AROUND THE PALE RIDER, the iridescence of imagination, the brilliance of bardic memory, shines all around him in the reverberating TERA CRYSTALS. In each elemental facet, a different world.

Although Michael Navidson and howard slayte reside in a different memetic plane, they are forever connected to one. Some call it Universe 820. Some call it the Origin Point. But to them, they call it their home. Their Kingdom.

Michael Navidson watches metal coalesce around the small feather of a beloved companion, carried by beads of glittering light.

Many have entrusted him with their hopes. Their dreams for a brighter and better future. Hyakkaryōran Tsubaki, Eduardo Hisakawa, the people of DEWFORD TOWN and GALAR, his Pokemon—and howard slayte, who swings his halberd against hopelessness manifest.

Their belief in Michael Navidson forges the blade of promised victory, Ascalon, in Zaria's maw.

Basking in fairytale glow, Michael Navidson is knighted.

[attr="class","chosen"]YOU ARE WORTHY

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zacian has chosen Michael Navidson, the warrior, as their avatar.

Michael Navidson receives the following perks:

• during battle, navy and his pokemon gain steady regenerative power and offensive power. if facing hopeless odds or serving a higher cause, the amount and rate of regeneration and power increases drastically. however, after the battle is over, they may require slumber for a period of time (up to teddie's discretion) to recover.
  
  navy may choose to rest in the "slumbering weald", a mythical realm that is empowered through myths and the legends of heroes. he is able to enter this realm with zacian's conjured feymist even without sleep.
  
  zamazenta and its avatar will also be able to access this realm; however, it is possible to choose have separate realms or partitions within the same realm.



• navy can project a phantasm of himself that appears in feymist across vast distances. he is able to do this while slumbering. he can communicate through this feymist version of himself and even fight (when not in slumber).



• navy is able to temporarily project heroic weapons of old or myth and use them. depending on the weapon chosen, he may use one move tied to that weapon. however, he does not instinctively understand how to use any of the weapons he has conjured.
  
  nevertheless, he is able to summon and wield effectively, a glowing, blue version of "ascalon", the blade of promised victory. the size and shape of this sword is flexible. all of his heroic weapons can penetrate armor and protective barriers (with the exception of Zamazenta's shield and other items/creatures that may be up to moderator discretion).



• navy can manipulate the metal in the area around him.



• zacian CAN NOT DYNAMAX; however, zacian is adept at fighting dynamaxed/gigantamaxed pokemon (this may mean more dynamax barrier segments being taken off by an attack or other advantages depending on the event).

Forever bonded by fate, the CROWNED SWORD ZACIAN leaps ahead of her knight toward the incoming DYNAMAX CANNON. With the Sword of Promised Victory, she swings her blue blade against the putrid surge, the chivalric cerulean the colour of their promise to all. She cleaves through the beam with ease. She lands, the sword sweltering in her maw with smoke, ribbons of fur billowing in the aftermath of her heroic strike.

Her golden eye matches Michael Navidson's resolute gaze.[break]
Together, they will see the war through to its fated end.

Michael Navidson howard slayte

I was never a good child.[break]
Every day, I found a new way to disappoint my father. He wished me to play the part of a lady, but I was always better with swords than sewing needles. Somewhere along the way, he simply gave up. I was accepted into the training yard, and I won the first of my thousand battles against my castle’s Master at Arms.[break]
His name was Ser Waylond. A good man. None save me remembers that name, or that he lived, or that he loved. None save I remember the way he learned to bake bread for his wife when her health failed, or the sadness in his eyes when his sons marched off to war with Magenta and I, never to return.[break]
I don’t know why I remember that, here at the end of all things, with this man who is my new sword brother.[break]
How silly. Of course I do.[break]
None will remember us. Not how we truly lived, or how we died. Not even Howard. But they will remember this: that three stood against a god. That we fought, even when it was hopeless.[break]
That will be a legend, and that legend will grow. Mankind will remember that. They will embellish the tale with every retelling. Zaria, or Cyan, the girl charged by a dying king, will be forgotten. Michael, or Navy, the lonesome Rider who took up the gun will be forgotten. Zacian and The Warrior will live on, and in time, kindle a fresh flame of heroism in someone. I do not know if they will be from the high heavens like me, or a son of the soil like you, but I hope you will guide them as I guide you, Navy.[break]
Energy gathers around my blade. It shines more brilliantly now than it did in life, or at the tomb. Ascalon. Our sword. Our vow, to fight until the very end. I charge forward. Howard speaks the command. I look to my side and Navy, reckless brave human that he is, is charging right alongside me.[break]
I muster my will, and I strike against this gigantic god.

I remember being alone in the dark. You had already left, Father. Gone with your others, your trueborn and your friends, back to the light.[break]
How I hated that light. How I despised it. When I was spat into that realm of myth, made to live there, I despised my own flesh just as much. Humans are made of such worthless matter.[break]
Yet humans can do things nothing else in this galaxy can. A star cannot smile. A comet cannot comfort. Humans and Pokemon march to a beat all their own, unaware of the cosmos. They little understand their place in the universe.[break]
Through you, I come to understand that they simply do not care. They laugh, they love, they live. They return to their soil, never aware in the whole breadth of their lives what a precious gift they’ve been given.[break]
I despise you for that, too. Better to sit high, to not know warmth, to be consigned to the cold. I open my maw, and I mean to scream. In place of the scream comes a gathering of power. My scream is an edict, a call for your death. All three of you are so small, you humans and your hound.[break]
I wish this tale did not have to end. Being Crystal, or Tsubaki, was not a terrible fate. This long dream must end, and I must return to being as I once was and will always be. I scream, and not just in wrath. I scream in terror, that you will strike me and realize at the last this is a battle without hope or promise of victory.[break]
Remember your promise, Zaria.[break]
Hold fast to hope, Father.