Ch01: A Nice Time for a Siesta
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A wide, flat expanse of dirt and scrubland stretched in every direction. To the north, a series of cliffs and canyons snaked its way across the frontier, with the only water for miles. To the west, through the heat-haze, the distorted glimpse of a settlement on the horizon. The midday sun beat down on everything without mercy. The occasional movement flickered through the brush, but otherwise most creatures preferred to sleep through this time of day.
Tucked behind the shady side of a rocky outcropping, well off the beaten path, was a scattering of dusty tents, carts, barrels, and the remains of last night's fire. By all accounts, an unassuming campsite. The locals knew better than to take things too slow when traveling these parts, though. More than one trader had lost everything on the road to Frontier Town...
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Tucked behind the shady side of a rocky outcropping, well off the beaten path, was a scattering of dusty tents, carts, barrels, and the remains of last night's fire. By all accounts, an unassuming campsite. The locals knew better than to take things too slow when traveling these parts, though. More than one trader had lost everything on the road to Frontier Town...
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With nothing more than a shimmering gold-and-silver haze and a faint popping, five bodies came tumbling out of thin air, landing in an uneven heap. An Eevee, a Roggenrola, a Cyndaquil, a Buizel, and a Toxel all sprawled out in the dirt, some landing under a tangle of dry scrub. There wasn't any sign of the rest of their team--hadn't there been a lot more of them in the nexus? Perhaps they'd appeared somewhere else, closer to town, maybe.
Not too far from the other five, a lone Sneasel fell unceremoniously to the ground behind a pile of barrels.
The campsite's residents weren't anywhere to be seen. Were they sleeping the midday sun away...?
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