Pokedream Legacies, Book I: The Survival of Kolm
Kolm is a small village, located in a forested area, with the sea just to the north. The exact name of the land has been lost since the cataclysm. Wild pokemon and the occasional marauder have troubled the village for years, but Nick has been able to run them off for the most part. However things are about to change...
"Give us whatever supplies ya got and we'll leave ya alone for about a month or so!" shouted the bandit at the gate. There were about five of them, dressed in a variety of scavenged clothing and hand crafed armor. Nick, hefted his shotgun and leveled his gaze on the one making the demands.
"We don't have to give you scum anything! We'd be happy to trade for supplies or even help out if you have people wounded by pokemon attacks, but we won't be bullied."
The bandits grumbled and looked at each other. Guns were exceedingly rare, as was good medicine, none of them wanted to tangle with Nick. The spokes person looked as if he was ready to pack it in before one of the bandits in the back, pushed the others out of the way.
"Dietrich, are ya sure, man?" The spokesbandit asked. Dietrich gave him a withering look before turning back toward the gate.
"Look, we gave you a chance, now I'm gonna show you, exactly why you should do as we say," Dietrich said, giving Nick a smug look. His hand went up to his shirt, pulling the neck down to reveal a strange stylized tattoo. It glowed for a brief moment and then a form took shape in front of him. It was a hazy field of energy for a moment before it became solid.
"Nidorino, Poison Sting!" Dietrich shouted. Nick brought his shotgun around but, the Nidorino was too quick. Needle like spines shot from it's horned head, striking into the young man. Nick crashed to the ground, much to the shock of the towsnpeople gathered. He had always been their protector and to see him beaten so easily...
"Now," Dietrich began, "Let's talk about those supplies you're going to give us." The bandit rested his hand on the Nidorino's back. Looking from one villager to another, as if daring them to challenge him. Then he froze as a figure appeared on the hill behind the ramshackle houses of Kolm.
The purple robed figure's face was obscured by the hood of his robe, but he seemed to radiate an aura of danger. He watched the bandits for a moment and then, surprisingly, Dietrich turned and started to walk away. The bandit who had previously begin making demands whined at him.
"What are ya doin, Deet? WE got em now, there's nothing they can do to stop us from takin whatever we want!"
"We're not ready, Nidorino needs to be stronger, or we'll have to wait for the old man to die. There are other villages around here to pluck, we'll be fine," Dietrich replied as he kept going. The Nidorino disappeared back into his tattoo and the bandits followed him into the forest.
The purple robed man strode into town and knelt beside Nick and checked him over. The townspeople of Kolm all knew of the old man but he rarely had anything to do with the village other than trading every once in a while.
"He'll live, but you need to get him somewhere he can rest," The man said. Then he rose to his feet and pointed at James and Vindicaire, "You two. If there's any chance that this village is going to continue to survive, you're going to need to come with me." He turned and headed down the path to his house.