It seems this place was left relatively unaffected. The fields are made of short green grass, lovely willows dot the flat plain like landscapes. Flowers in all shades of the rainbow act as accents to this never ending sea of green. In the middle of it all is a small pond, a abandoned fishing shed on its shore. The plant pokemon of old flourish here--all thanks to the swamp that surrounds it. This place is hard to get to, so unless you wish to chance the Swamps, leae this last place of passed beauty be.

The once dangerous Sildios Swamp has grown in size, and like all things left over it has become much more dangerous. The wastes and failed experiments from all three sides of the conflict are dumped here. Many of the Pokemon have mutated into fearsome mockeries of their ancestors. The smell of decaying vegetation and dirty water permeates the land for miles. As far as the eye can see is a three foot deep hell of molasses like liquid, and small bits of land.

The dirt is the color of dried blood, and deep cracks permeate the land, it very much resembles a desert; except for one feature. Giant charred pieces of wood extend high into the air, and the smell of wood smoke still drifts in the air. This was once a fertile forest, and is now a wasteland.

This town was once small quaint, and attractive. Now it's small, and rather shitty. The buildings are beautiful, but the only plants growing here are hardy weeds. A few stubborn plant types are slowly nourishing this place back to life.

Only about 100 people call this town home now, and most are those scientists who dislike Pravus. They look to the burnt out lab for inspirtion whenever they have the urge to switch sides.

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