08-10-2017, 04:59 PM
Braixen puts up the hide gong and happily whales away on it with his collection of twigs. Bong, bong, bong, bong, bong bong! "Awoo, awoo, awooo!" Bong, bong, bong, bong, bong, bong!
In the distance, Wobbuffet screeches "mraaaak!!!" and cracks away at Heatmor's skull.
The forest is becoming a very noisy place.
"I've been gifted with two prophecies through my muse. Meditite is the one who receives them in his mind, and he must communicate them to me in any way he can discover. Often through his own music or dance. Once, he chanted a dire funereal dirge just moments before I got the call that my old chieftain was slain. Recently, he played some kind of horrible warning, dancing to an eerie, ghostly tune of foreboding doom! I still don't know what that one portends!!!"
"A good skald can repair any weapon or any instrument! I have the tools for fixing most of them in this giant pack, or locked away in Pokeballs."
Current project:
http://fringehikers.com/
Tabletop RPG PokeRole: http://pokemonuranium.co/forum/showthread.php?tid=789
"I encourage Sceptile to branch out."
http://fringehikers.com/
Tabletop RPG PokeRole: http://pokemonuranium.co/forum/showthread.php?tid=789
"I encourage Sceptile to branch out."
