[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[Lord Windos]

Spoiler

Shiva, guarded by Terra, is gazing down into one of the chasms while Posei and Arete and Gustav explore the water. It follows the line of the giant red tube, making it easy to clamber down into darkness.

You find yourself presumably beneath the central island. You feel the rush of air coming from five different directions, passages leading out toward the ring of shipwrecks. All this is felt and not seen, because it is pitch black here and neither the fire of Pokemon or the technology of a flashlight can pierce it.

The two of you feel your way to the walls. They turn out to be glassy and thick, but with a cobbled feel to them. Your sense of touch informs you that the walls must be almost entirely glass, with a bit of metal here and there. One area is perfectly ringed with the metal, giving you the clue - the walls are made from the windshields and portholes of a thousand ships.

From the north you still hear that scuttling.

To the south where Gustav, Posei, and Arete went, you hear tapping on the glass below you.

It only took a brief exploration of the Slowpoke Well's 'Underground' and the limited observations he could make before Terra started comparing the place to ones like in a nautical based horror movie. 

Such comparision didn't comfort the rugged wanderer in the least. Not one single iota of bit, to be more specific. 

To put it more bluntly, he was unnerved and put totally on guard by the scenario Shiva had lead him into with her investigations. By this point he wished that he'd instead stopped her and requested she wait until everyone else agreed to accompany them down here, as the prospect of continuing to search in utter pitch blackness with who know what going bump and jump in it was a thoroughly unwholesome thought indeed. There's a good reason many people fear the dark, after all - or rather, what unknown forces lurk within it....

In order to assuage himself slightly of his worries/anxiousness, Terra decided to summon Oinari and Mikey, asking the former to quietly and carefully scout ahead and the later to bring up the rear and be ready to unleash a copious amount of Spores if something decided to get a jump on them. Between his Dark darling's.....well, natural Dark typing and keen sense of smell/hearing, and Mikey's finely honed Fighting and Survival sense he's been trained in under himself and his former master, the both of them should be able to provide adequate information and protection to him and his mystical lass of a charge.

Or so he hopes. Like, REALLY hopes.

'.....Hope this don't end up for us, like in those movies.....'