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It didn't appear in any comics, but there were two whole Forged in Iron articles on it, about the setting, the local religion, etc. Most of it revolved around a place called 'Anchor', which we'll see proper in a later part (But not next part.)\n\nSo we decided to not only run with it, but also add our own lore to it, which will be explored next part.\n\nDoom, you may have left Iron behind, but at least what you created will not go to waste. Your efforts in creating that world are not in vain, even if the story is going on a vastly different path than you intended.\n\nSnows may be dead, but Iron lives on.\n\nThe rest of Part 8 can be found [url=https://docs.google.com/document/d/1mCRZdG7xGSzXWMyupl66ciLuJmZFdENCnvapqt96Dxg/edit#]here[/url].\n\n[url=https://inkbunny.net/submissionsviewall.php?rid=c6a9fd4348&mode=pool&pool_id=59838&page=1&orderby=pool_order&random=no&success=]Also, obligatory link to the comic itself to which this is a fanfiction of.[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "What an ominous end to this part, to set us up for our next part in the Oracle Sea.

So fun fact, but the Oracle Sea was an 'unused' part in Infinitydoom's Iron series. It didn't appear in any comics, but there were two whole Forged in Iron articles on it, about the setting, the local religion, etc. Most of it revolved around a place called 'Anchor', which we'll see proper in a later part (But not next part.)

So we decided to not only run with it, but also add our own lore to it, which will be explored next part.

Doom, you may have left Iron behind, but at least what you created will not go to waste. Your efforts in creating that world are not in vain, even if the story is going on a vastly different path than you intended.

Snows may be dead, but Iron lives on.

The rest of Part 8 can be found here.

Also, obligatory link to the comic itself to which this is a fanfiction of.", "writing": "[t][center]Intermission: Black Isle[/center][/t]\n\n[i]Several hundred miles away, lies a large mystery dungeon known as the Oracle Sea. Home to many 'mons, many savage pirates, many civilized colonists, many misfortunates. And many many more mysteries. Islands that come and go, ghost ships supposedly made of and commandeered by ghost types, rumors of buried treasures left by civilizations long gone. But none are so mysterious, or feared as the so-called 'Black Isle.\" A site no mon has ever gotten close to, let alone set upon.[/i]\n\n\"We're lost, Watt.\"\n\n\"We aren't lost Abe.\" The Oshawatt says back to his abra mate.\n\n\"We're in a small rowboat, in the middle of the sea. I say we're lost.\" The abra grumbles back.\n\n\"I... Fine, we're lost.\" Watt sighs. He looks around, and sees his salvation. \"But look! There's some land up ahead.\" The Oshawatt points to something off in the distance.\n\nThe abra turns, and sees a large, imposing isle in the distance. Before they can say anything, the Oshawatt is already rowing towards it.\n\n\"... I have a bad feeling about this.\" The Abra whines.\n\n\"I'll be fine.\" \n\n[i]Some say the island is home to a secretive cult that kills or recruits any that land there. Some say it is the lair of a as of yet unknown group of pirates. Though oddly no one has seen any ships or other objects leaving the large imposing place.[/i]\n\nThe Abra has now joined the rowing.\n\n\"Do you have any idea what island this is?\" He grumbles.\n\n\"... No, why?\" The Oshawatt replies. \"It's land. That's something right.\"\n\n\"They say there's an island-\"\n\n\"If you're going to go on about this 'Black Isle' nonsense, you can stop. It's just a myth to scare little egglets into staying home.\n\n[i]Some say it is the final home of all the lost souls that have died out at sea, never being able to find peace and lashing out at all those who dare intrude upon their lost corner of misery. It would certainly explain the strange objects seen floating about in the distance near the isle. There are a select few however, among the more... 'Challenged of mind' purports that the island is, or was, home to the enigmatic, great, and terrible Iron King, and that this is final resting place, guarded by the souls still loyal to him. A select fewer still maintain he never truly died, that he lives there still in exile, and that he awaits the day that he will set upon the world once more. Others still say it is the home of a mad god that consumes all that draw near.[/i]\n\nThe Abra's squinted eyes\n\"Do you hear that?\" He says as he lifts the row over both sides of his head, completing another arduous row of the boat.\n\n\"Hear what?\" The Oshawatt says. \n\n\"There's....\"\n\n[i]Whatever the case, all that is known is that those with sense stay away from the island at all costs, and not even the bravest of guild adventurers or the most dastardly of pirates or even the most glory-hungry of Grove warlords dare sail upon the place. Neither the colonists nor the pirates that oppose them truly know the truth of the place, and those of the sea speak none of it either.[/i]\n\nThe Abra, whose eyes are normally squinted and narrow, suddenly opens. Itself a disturbing sight. But the look of absolute horror washed upon his face, is something else altogether. \"We've got to turn around!!\" He gets up and shakes his Oshawatt partner \"NOW!!\" Pure panic is plain as the night sky in his voice. Or it would be if not for the mysterious fog that has just rolled in, obscuring their view from each other, and the island.\n\n\"Abe! Calm down, nothings-\"\n\nHis assurances toward his distraught Abra mate are interrupted as something bursts out of the water in front of them, a very loud, ominous hum and a metallic whine fills the air, as mist washes over them as the water blow the giant whatever is disturbed by a downward wind. The two mons look up at the thing, obscured by the fog. They can see a form, a slender body, with four disks protruding from it on each diagonal side by unmoving arms. A sight truly... alien.\n\nIt is soon joined by two others that erupt from the sea on either side of their boat. The two of them hug each other in fear as they look upon the thing.\n\n\"This is-\"\n\"It really is-\"\n\nA distorted, metallic voice booms out from all of the unknown things, uttering a single word. A word which seals their fate\n\n[b]EXTERMINATE[/b]\n\nBefore Abra can ready a psychic attack, or the Oshawatt can ready a watergun, beams of red light shoot out from underneath the mysterious entities, burning holes through the hapless mons before they can even let out a yell of pain, killing them instantly before shredding their bodies to peices. Their corpses fall upon the boat, while the red beams penetrate it, the small rowboat filling with water and soon, with its hapless cargo aboard, begins its final journey towards the bottom, to join those foolish or unfortunately enough to come across the dreaded Black Isle.\n\nThe mysterious objects remain in the air, hovering above the now sunken ship, before one of them utters a phrase. \n\n[b]AREA SECURE[/b]\n\n[i]None know the truth...[/i]\n[i]At least, none of this world does. Only whoever, or whatever lives on the island knows the truth. And they aren't giving up their secrets anytime soon.[/i]\n[i]... If they're even still around to do so.[/i]\n\nLittle do the drones know that their murderous act did not go unobserved.\n\nThe witness of all of this is a periscope in the distance that slowly descents until it's below the seawater. This periscope is connected to a submarine that resembles a certain big, big whale pokemon...mostly for disguise. And inside of this large underwater transportation is a large man dressed in scuba gear, he even has a helmet with a breathing apparatus on, despite being somewhere dry he is still dressed like he is ready to dive. \"...Crickey.\" That's all he can say about the fate of those pokémon. Indeed, what a dangerous sea full of aliens this is. First Boris found that UFO that not only was still functional but he found life in it as well. Now he caught the glimpse of an island that has an autonomous defense system set to kill. He better had this to the report and sent it to those other, friendly aliens ASAP. \nOne would be forgiven for thinking that such a big place has a crew, but this whole place was made to work with a skeleton crew of one individual. After setting the submarine to move away from here just in case to avoid being targeted by those murder drones, he goes to look for someone on the lower parts of the sub. \"Oi, Hauser! Gets smart, I think things are going to start heating up around here!\"\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Intermission: Black Isle


Several hundred miles away, lies a large mystery dungeon known as the Oracle Sea. Home to many 'mons, many savage pirates, many civilized colonists, many misfortunates. And many many more mysteries. Islands that come and go, ghost ships supposedly made of and commandeered by ghost types, rumors of buried treasures left by civilizations long gone. But none are so mysterious, or feared as the so-called 'Black Isle." A site no mon has ever gotten close to, let alone set upon.

"We're lost, Watt."

"We aren't lost Abe." The Oshawatt says back to his abra mate.

"We're in a small rowboat, in the middle of the sea. I say we're lost." The abra grumbles back.

"I... Fine, we're lost." Watt sighs. He looks around, and sees his salvation. "But look! There's some land up ahead." The Oshawatt points to something off in the distance.

The abra turns, and sees a large, imposing isle in the distance. Before they can say anything, the Oshawatt is already rowing towards it.

"... I have a bad feeling about this." The Abra whines.

"I'll be fine."

Some say the island is home to a secretive cult that kills or recruits any that land there. Some say it is the lair of a as of yet unknown group of pirates. Though oddly no one has seen any ships or other objects leaving the large imposing place.

The Abra has now joined the rowing.

"Do you have any idea what island this is?" He grumbles.

"... No, why?" The Oshawatt replies. "It's land. That's something right."

"They say there's an island-"

"If you're going to go on about this 'Black Isle' nonsense, you can stop. It's just a myth to scare little egglets into staying home.

Some say it is the final home of all the lost souls that have died out at sea, never being able to find peace and lashing out at all those who dare intrude upon their lost corner of misery. It would certainly explain the strange objects seen floating about in the distance near the isle. There are a select few however, among the more... 'Challenged of mind' purports that the island is, or was, home to the enigmatic, great, and terrible Iron King, and that this is final resting place, guarded by the souls still loyal to him. A select fewer still maintain he never truly died, that he lives there still in exile, and that he awaits the day that he will set upon the world once more. Others still say it is the home of a mad god that consumes all that draw near.

The Abra's squinted eyes
"Do you hear that?" He says as he lifts the row over both sides of his head, completing another arduous row of the boat.

"Hear what?" The Oshawatt says.

"There's...."

Whatever the case, all that is known is that those with sense stay away from the island at all costs, and not even the bravest of guild adventurers or the most dastardly of pirates or even the most glory-hungry of Grove warlords dare sail upon the place. Neither the colonists nor the pirates that oppose them truly know the truth of the place, and those of the sea speak none of it either.

The Abra, whose eyes are normally squinted and narrow, suddenly opens. Itself a disturbing sight. But the look of absolute horror washed upon his face, is something else altogether.  "We've got to turn around!!" He gets up and shakes his Oshawatt partner "NOW!!" Pure panic is plain as the night sky in his voice. Or it would be if not for the mysterious fog that has just rolled in, obscuring their view from each other, and the island.

"Abe! Calm down, nothings-"

His assurances toward his distraught Abra mate are interrupted as something bursts out of the water in front of them, a very loud, ominous hum and a metallic whine fills the air, as mist washes over them as the water blow the giant whatever is disturbed by a downward wind. The two mons look up at the thing, obscured by the fog. They can see a form, a slender body, with four disks protruding from it on each diagonal side by unmoving arms. A sight truly... alien.

It is soon joined by two others that erupt from the sea on either side of their boat. The two of them hug each other in fear as they look upon the thing.

"This is-"
"It really is-"

A distorted, metallic voice booms out from all of the unknown things, uttering a single word. A word which seals their fate

EXTERMINATE

Before Abra can ready a psychic attack, or the Oshawatt can ready a watergun, beams of red light shoot out from underneath the mysterious entities, burning holes through the hapless mons before they can even let out a yell of pain, killing them instantly before shredding their bodies to peices. Their corpses fall upon the boat, while the red beams penetrate it, the small rowboat filling with water and soon, with its hapless cargo aboard, begins its final journey towards the bottom, to join those foolish or unfortunately enough to come across the dreaded Black Isle.

The mysterious objects remain in the air, hovering above the now sunken ship, before one of them utters a phrase.

AREA SECURE

None know the truth...
At least, none of this world does. Only whoever, or whatever lives on the island knows the truth. And they aren't giving up their secrets anytime soon.
... If they're even still around to do so.

Little do the drones know that their murderous act did not go unobserved.

The witness of all of this is a periscope in the distance that slowly descents until it's below the seawater. This periscope is connected to a submarine that resembles a certain big, big whale pokemon...mostly for disguise. And inside of this large underwater transportation is a large man dressed in scuba gear, he even has a helmet with a breathing apparatus on, despite being somewhere dry he is still dressed like he is ready to dive. "...Crickey." That's all he can say about the fate of those pokémon. Indeed, what a dangerous sea full of aliens this is. First Boris found that UFO that not only was still functional but he found life in it as well. Now he caught the glimpse of an island that has an autonomous defense system set to kill. He better had this to the report and sent it to those other, friendly aliens ASAP.
One would be forgiven for thinking that such a big place has a crew, but this whole place was made to work with a skeleton crew of one individual. After setting the submarine to move away from here just in case to avoid being targeted by those murder drones, he goes to look for someone on the lower parts of the sub. "Oi, Hauser! Gets smart, I think things are going to start heating up around here!"
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