[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[Lord Windos]

Spoiler

Alright. Sooner or later Slaking will find the key and hand it over, but with a stern look and a warning. "Be very sure you want to open that book before doing so! It looks like a powerful grimoire of some kind. Don't like Crocanaw's cartoonish look fool you. I get the feeling those dark threads tell the real story."



Slaking suddenly notices a dim light glowing above the closed marble doors. "We have visitors." He touches a panel and a one-way peephole opens. You can see an ARMY of Scimitars outside, each wearing a gauntlet. There must be fifty of the robed figures. They are examining the reinstated force field, the steps, the Apricorns, and the Guardians, careful not to touch anything. But some of the Scimitars are firing attacks with a wave of their hand - purple and red and greenish beams of power lancing out to strike the forcefield.

Eventually one knocks on the marble doors and you can see him mouthing, "Hello?"

The eldest Scimitars look like they are about to confront the Guardians.

Slaking: "Hehe, if they get your riddles wrong, they'll be sent right back into the shifting passages of Mt. Sentry. And that shifting will be hastened, and several Onix will be summoned by the vibration. Hooligans." He doesn't seem TOO worried, perhaps because his Library can't get any messier.

With Valder (Since Ven's been constantly hanging around them)!:

The researcher tenses up and looks EXTREMELY apprehensive when Slaking uttered the words 'powerful grimoire' and confirmed his underlying suspicious/fears about the Croconawimcon, but eventually they force themselves to relax with a heavy *Sigh* and turn towards Valder with a worried yet....accepting frown on his face.

"I don't know WHY you desire to unlock a tome of such......powerful secrets, but I trust you must have a good reason to do so. But please.....if you must...….do so with the utmost care Valder. The dangers and threat associated with TRUE grimoires of power are VERY real indeed, and I don't......I don't want you to suffer the myriad consequences of opening one without great reason for doing so. If you must, though.....so be it."

Ven says the last remark with a note of sadness and understanding, and leaves the matter entirely in their hands. Despite the group as a whole hardly interacting with them, he greatly cherishes Valder for everything they've done/went through together, and accordingly as their employer and FRIEND feels beholden to keep them safe and well provided. However, if they wish to tap the power of that tome......he will trust that they are doing the right thing and let them do so unhindered, and be willing to help them however he can should things go awry. Such was his duty as their employer.....and their friend.


With Slaking and the present scene!:

Once Ventus sees the literally ARMY of those vile and wretched Scimitars , his previous apathetic/reserved mood is flash frozen away in pure SHOCK, as he looked at the gathering with stunned disbelief. He expect their would be a sizable force of those blight sucking bastards trying to reach Antheneum and exploit its power, but THIS many and the powers he's witness......it was well beyond his expectations. 


For the first time he felt fear and a sense of hopelessness course through him at the prospect of fighting ALL of them, as no matter how much he bitterly HATES them all and desires to do most unpleasant things to them for all the unpleasant things THEY'VE done, their was absolutely no WAY he or the group could face them all in ANY sort of fight. He was remarklely swift to visciously clamp down and repress such traitorous feelings of his and tried to fully recompense himself, but judging by the his narrowed eyes and guarded posture he only had partial success in that endevour. Kinda hard to remain calm and cool when faced with unreasonable odds of survival/victory against a now MUCH more dominating enemy, though, so.....

Nathan's comment managed to snap him out of his torpor state, causing them to look at the boy with clear concern and very real FEAR for their wellbeing, before he mirror that expression for everyone else. His lips pursed in deep thought for a split second, before he turned towards the Slaking and quietly asked them: "......Are their places where we all can hide here, Slaking, if they are able to access Antheneum? I do believe any of us alone or together can handle THAT number of Scimitars without divine or....not intervention, and I don't want us to suffer their wrath or machimations in a futile effort to make a last stand against them. …If not, are their rules in place to prevent them from doing harm to us or anyone else in the library.....? Places such as these usual have 'Sacred Hospitality' protections in place, but if not.....then some good hiding spots for us would be most ideal for all of us, sir."