[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[Lord Windos]

It is now Day 58. Everyone is finally refreshed, and not exhausted! A little cold, though, in this cavern. The tunnel toward the Atheneum feels a mite chilly, too.

Turns out that eventually Ventus DID obtain some precious sleep after last night's events (albeit it was uncomfortable), so he awoken refreshed - well, more like no longer worn down to the bone - and ready to greet the day with an icily determined frown and plenty of cold hard grit. After last night's reveal that the Scimitars had/have them under survalence and could summon themselves and cast their black sorcerories upon them at any given time , the empath's paranioa, Alertness, and vigilance was at an all time high while his normally comfortable, sociable, kind, pleasing, and affable charming/charismatic/genial manner were the polar opposite. Gone were those soft feelings, and in their place place was an almost abrasive severity and a no-nonsense attitude, faintly (for now) underlined by a harsh pragmatism for his much scorn and accursed enemies and the now all to apparent danger he and his group was in......

This Ventus Zackarieh, while far from unhinged, vengeful, or Unfettered, clearly meant business in whatever he set out to do from this day forward, and he would take no prisoners as he marched through the depths of Mt. Sentry and to Antheneum, save those unworthy or undeserving of such treatment.

After a small portion of his rations and 1/3 bottle of tea for breakfast, the hardened researcher exited the tent with Malphena hovering faithfully by his side, walking over to Nathan and standing beside him with arms crossed, choosing not to directly address him right now and instead stare at their surroundings with seriousness and wariness. Since they were in charge of the Solosis, he would wait to see what would they do with them this day/not before voicing his own ideas, as he very well knew if he rushed them or choose his words without care they'd become standoffish and difficult to work with. Patience was a virtue with the boy, as it was with many a thing.....

The wailing banshee on the other hand gave Nathan an aloof, superior *Hmpt* upon catching them in her gaze, but stay well clear of him and Ralts, as that blasted Dark beast was lurking by their side. She couldn't damn well get near them with THAT creature overcautiously defending their every step and breath, so it looks like she wouldn't be teasing her dear Ralts for awhile. What a shame THAT would be, ho hum..... At least they seemed more chipper than yesterday, so she could be content with that much.