[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[Iron]

The rainbow prism seems to be a fantastic gift. Vespiquen accepts it as a token for her collection, and three servants come forth to collect it from you.

Everyone bows - and just as the last person (I'm guessing Larry) begins to bow, you feel a powerful wave of command rushing over your souls, demanding your utter abdication before her majesty. This is no ordinary Vespiquen, but the absolute ruler of an especially vast Combee empire, enmeshed in an enigmatic network of psychic energy.

Ralts cannot take it, and gives a little "Eep!" before he starts jittering like a Combee without orders. Not only does he experience his own fear, but he experiences the blind loyalty of the Combee and the utter confidence of Vespiquen.

Zamboni chimes in. "Ventus is partially right, fair Queen of Queens. This is no place for your kingdom. It is not that we would declare war on your majestic stronghold, for though I do not understand its purpose, I respect your might and your right to exist. But rather, our flowers are too few and our city too paved and crowded. I, too, am a leader, though not so powerful as yourself, and I understand exigency and responsibility.

It seems you are here to gather strange stones. I have a few white gems from the icy wastes which would perhaps satisfy your fine taste. Porters can bring them to you when we leave. Won't you consider moving this magnificent hive?"

There is a space of silence. Ralts and Ventus feel an imperious sense of careful consideration from Vespiquen - not of whether to listen to the demands, but of whether the move be weal or woe for the colony. Whether it will interfere with that dreadful sense of purpose, which the Drowzee is somehow tangled up in.

After a tense silence, Vespiquen waves an arm, indicating a measure of assent. She will move on when she is ready. It is clear she wishes the village no harm. Though who knows what that Drowzee's purpose is...