Tobias pov....
Beyond the colossal expanse of the Great Ice Wall, , lies a hidden town born from the power of Regirock. Towering ice cliffs cradle the settlement.
The town is seeing a gradual increase in both its size and population. The safe environment and plentiful food attract small tribes near our town to migrate to our town.
Regirock has made sure that all the houses are uniform. The roads are both broad and straight.The town itself looks as though it was carved straight from the bones of the earth. Buildings rise from the frozen ground in sharp, geometric forms — massive stone blocks stacked and fitted together with impossible precision.
the town, arranged in mysterious patterns. Each bears glowing runes, etched deep and pulsing softly with a golden-orange light, as if the stone itself breathes with life. Despite the heavy frost dusting the buildings, the interiors are warm, powered by geothermal vents and Regirock's elemental gifts.
The architecture in the town is breathtaking. The Free Folk patrol on the wide and 50-foot tall wall that surrounds it. the Town's stone walls are etched with massive murals depicting the creation of the town: Regirock rising from the earth, shaping stone with thunderous blows, and defending the settlement against threats.
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Bulbasaur in town....
The Harvest Beast is also the name given to Bulbasaur by the Free Folks . A small Shiren, which is also called Harvest Shiren, is dedicated to Bulbasaur.
ꀤndeed, Bulbasaur is worshipped by the Free Folk. Bulbasaur's ability to grow crops in a hostile environment is a worthy of worship in a place where food is scarce beyond the great ice wall.
The sun hung low and pale over the frost-bitten fields. What little soil the Free Folk had managed to till was stubborn, half-frozen, and reluctant to yield. Yet, green shoots stretched toward the light—miracles in the land of endless winter. Not by chance, but by the work of the strange little creature with the leaf on its back. There are Barley A hardy grain that matures quickly. Used for bread and ale and for vegetables- potatoes, cabbage and Bean's for protein.
But today, the air felt… different.
The small fields were ringed with Free Folk, watching as Bulber stood still among the crops it had helped raise. Its bulb pulsed with a strange glow. It cried out—not in fear, but with purpose—and the air shimmered around it. The bulb split open like a blooming flower, and light poured from within.
Gasps rippled through the crowd as the tiny beast rose onto its hind legs, lifted by wind that came from nowhere. Vines curled around it protectively as its form shifted, stretched, grew. The light burst like summer sun—blinding in this frozen land.
When it faded, the little green creature was no longer so little. Stronger, taller, with a full blossom blooming proudly on its back, it stood proudly before the free folks. ꀤvysaur (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ
[ꀤvysaur is a Grass/Poison type Pokémon When the bulb on its back grows large, it appears to lose the ability to stand on its hind legs.
The bulb on its back grows by drawing energy. It gives off an aroma when it is ready to bloom.]
Before silence could return, a whoop rang out.
Torm the Younger, all limbs and excitement, broke from the crowd like a deer on fire. "Did you see that!?" he shouted, barreling straight toward Ivysaur. "it glowed! it grew! it's got a tree on its back! Mother!"
He didn't wait for permission. He flung himself against Ivysaur's leg and clung on, giggling madly. Ivysaur blinked in surprise but steadied the boy with a gentle vine.
"ꀤt's warm," Torm whispered, eyes wide. "It feels like the sun in summer... and it smells like berries!"
He looked with breathless awe. "Can it grow candyberries next? The sweet ones? ꀤ wanna eat a whole bush! No, two!"
The Free Folk laughed, some shaking their heads, others watching with new eyes—hopeful ones.
And Ivysaur (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ
Brenna, the Woods-Witch....
She stood at the edge of the crowd, wrapped in furs and bones, one eye painted black, the other cloudy with age.
As the vines twisted and the flower bloomed, she whispered, "A spirit of the Green... maybe even a seed of the Old Forest, waking at last."
"For growth," wood witch muttered. "For soil that sings. For the warmth buried beneath snow."
Then, turning to Tobias, she cracked a dry smile. "ꀤf it ever learns to speak, ꀤ'll be wanting a word. Maybe two."
Tobias (•_•)
Author - Winter is coming folk! Don't forget the Power Stones!...