They awaken to sunlight streaming through an open window, carved into walls of dirt. Illuminating each of their rooms with brightness. They lie on beds of straw, and there's few other furniture in their rooms - a wooden log for sitting, a few clay pots which they keep their items in. Their surroundings are humble, but immediately they are filled with a sense of warmth and happiness as they slip out of their clouded dreams and return to their real world. They are members of Haven Guild, a wonderful and homey place where Pokemon from all walks of life can find safety, shelter, and most importantly return the favor. The members of the Guild take part in rescue and exploration missions, finding lost Pokemon in danger like they themselves once were, and returning them to safety. All is well in the Guild.
An alarm echoes through the rooms of the dirt building, summoning all of the explorers to the main hall where the Guildmaster waits. The leader of this establishment, who gives all the explorers their missions and provides them with this place to call home. A large Houndoom, sinister in appearance, covered in recent wounds - what appear to be clawmarks and bitemarks. Fresh with blood. But her expression is calm and seemingly unfazed by her injuries. A small smile graces her red snout as she watches her beloved members of the Guild enter the hall, woken from their slumber. She nods at them all, before her expression grows more serious.
"I imagine you're all wondering why I've woken you up so early," Aradia begins, her voice prim and polite as always, but her face always somewhat.. unsettling, most Guild members would agree. "I have received news of an extremely alarming situation. Multiple Pokemon have disappeared, and we assume that they have been abducted by a mysterious Pokemon or group. It is our job to rescue these captives immediately, wouldn't you agree?" she smiled, red eyes glinting in the sunlight. Glancing down momentarily at her blood that dripped onto the floor.
But the Houndoom just as quickly lifted her head again, returning her unwavering gaze to the explorers before her. "I would like you all to gather your supplies and prepare for a journey to where it is believed the prisoners were taken - the peaks of Kodiak Mountain. It will be dangerous. But more dangerous will be rescuing the Pokemon from their captor." Aradia finished her speech with another smile. She always seemed to smile at the mention of danger, of violence. Perhaps the explorers were imagining it, though. They could never be sure.