Thread: Arena Challenge {FemShep & Master_Cypher}

There are several well known regions floating in the vast ocean of the world. Among these are the Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, Unova, and Kalos regions. These six divide the world into smaller, more manageable sects, allowing aspiring trainers to take the Pokemon League Challenge. There are, of course more regions in the world than just these, such as Fiore, Almia, and Oblivia But even in an already diverse world of culture and pokemon species, there is another. A region still largely untamed by mankind. A region where only the brave or foolish visit, and only the truly strong can thrive.This region is known as the Damon region. Almost every pokemon known to exist has been claimed to have been sighted in the Damon region, and even a few new species are rumored to exist there But the dangerous nature of that place makes even the proper verification of either of these claims nearly impossible. However, many choose to believe, and come to see, or even catch rare and powerful pokemon. Others come for the regions own version of the League, known as the Pokemon Arena. It is recognized globally as one of, if not the most brutal challenge a trainer can undertake. Every trainer who registers in the challenge is stripped of outside gear and access to their pokemon storage, instead receiving six special, empty pokeballs to catch a new team from within the region as part of the challenge. Many give up once they realize how difficult this aspect of the challenge really is. Others fall to the lawlessness of the Damon region, or one of the many other hazards it sports But a small, lucky few manage to brave these numerous obstacles and gather enough Battle Seals to challenge the Grand Tournament, a bi-annual event held atop the long dormant central volcano of the region. Jean, a well established trainer in his own right, was one of the many men and women that had the drive to see the challenge through to its conclusion Though he had yet to find a pokemon to call his partner. Hed roamed the mountain range that ringed the island for a few days now, but had seen more traps and pitfalls set up by the numerous gangs in the region than pokemon. He was reaching his wits end, and it showed in his dark scowl and rigid demeanor. Lousy fuckin bastards and their god-damn pokemon He grumbled. Hed spent nearly the last half hour trying to avoid one particularly persistent gang before hed managed to duck into one of the many caves, tunnels, and cavern systems that dotted the Crown, as the mountain range was called. The cave was lit by numerous small, glowing crystal veins that looked much like the fire stones some fire types needed to evolve. Were he not so agitated, he might have wondered whether this cave contained a few strong Fire or Rock types, or whether the other regions evolutionary stones somehow found their ways there from the Damon region but as it stood, he contented himself by kicking one of the small yellow-orange stones along the ground That is, until it skittered into the foot of one pokemon, facing at least one other with its hackles raised. He paused in the semi-darkness, attempting to get a good look at the opposed pokemon, trying to decide if they were wild and if he could catch them.