[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[Iron]

Shamisen: (5)(5)(5)(5)(6)(2) Ventus crits the Shamisen. It suddenly feels like the instrument is playing HIM, though he only learned yesterday! He can feel a literal connection between the ancient Shamisen and Lilith's call.

Thumb harp: (6)(5)(4)(6)(3)(2) Heart does a phenomenal job on the thumb harp. Since each key is one note, he can pick up the skill quite quickly, backing up the simple arpeggios at the core of the Skirl. The moment he joins in, everyone feels a little more peaceful.

Lucky Chant: (4)(4)(3)(2)(2)(4)(3) As Kirlia wraps up his Lucky Chant, the clouds part in a sudden blast of wind! The rain ceases and the sun peeks through. The divide in the cloud is a stark rift. It's not gradual in the least. The wind that accompanies it is not
as chilly as yesterday's breeze - in fact, it's rather warm and comforting, like sheets fresh out of the dryer.

Flute: (2)(1)(1)(1)(1)(2)(3)(1)(5) The rain has wetted the wings attached to the relic flute, and the Elder almost despairs as his notes ring untrue for the first time in his life. The sudden breeze, carrying a few leaves, passes a little jetstream directly over the wings, somehow drying them instantly. Nathan sees Kirlia wink at the Elder. As the Elder recovers and enters the second verse without error, the group hears a faint repeating jingling call, almost like bells...high up in the sky.

Shiva's Singing: (1)(1)(6)(4)(3)(5)(6)(1)(4) Thanks to Lucky Chant, that is also a critical success. As Shiva throws her arms back, they happen to brush against the shoulders of her friends: the comforting tweed of Ventus, the warm fluff of Espurr (who is radiating raw psychic power), and an even warmer Pokemon. Oh, it's Orthros. No time for that now: caught up in the sweep of her song, Shiva's being feels filled to the brim with warmth and happiness. She can feel the vibrations of trust in each of her friends and their Pokemon.

Then you see it! One of the clouds, coming lower and lower, is not a cloud at all! It is a graceful blue bird, long and elegant, with a yard-long tail like a streaming banner. The Pokemon is wreathed in cotton, especially in a huge fluffy mass behind her. Her wings, too, are like cumulus clouds affixed to serpentine beauty. From sharp talons and hooked beak, and long plumed crests, this Pokemon looks at once Draconic and primally aerodynamic.

Lilith gives another cry, of recognition. The South Wind Incarnate has come.

Primal Altaria swoops to the Eternal Bonfire and lands within the flames, unbothered by the fire. The effects of the weather disappear, a powerful wind sweeping aside the last cold, cloud, and rain. The sunlight is chilled, but it still gleams on the shiny blue skin of the ancient form of Altaria. The wind builds and builds, and the Elder takes a step back in awe. As he realizes what is happening, he retreats a little faster behind shelter, but you can still see his bald head peeking out with wide eyes.

From the heart of the bonfire, you hear a pleasant humming, just like the hum that begins each day in the village.