[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[Iron]

Sneasel is impatient. "Look at you humans with your, you're just always fighting, you know? Just doing what the Eye encouraged you to, how She wanted it to be like. Maybe if you were big like me you could push right past these, well, maybe you're just not big enough to be direct. We're about to enter the domain of some, well, past here there'll be even bigger Pokemon. Maybe not quite so aggressive, though, you know. More civilized, in their own, if you see what I mean, you'll see they have their own thoughts of... the way they do things is their own, you know. It's this way."

He leads you to a nexus where a couple dozen other tunnels meet. In this wide space is a field of moss, and browsing the moss are many Nidoran. They are all taller than a human, and engaged in a variety of activities besides eating. Some are digging warren at high speed. Some are caring for youngsters. Many are battling, ramming their sharp horns into each other for dominance.

At the center of the warren, past all the Nidoran, is a big boulder traced with silver. Stabbed into it: the Sword, fiery and dark, with a clawed Keenglaive hand still grasping the blade to make up the hilt.

Sneasel: "Well, you're on your own now. I, well, let's just say I made a bit of a, I don't go into the Nidoran city anymore. I'll wait here and when you get the Sword and the other thing you can come back, if you live you can swing by and talk to, well, I'll have more things for sale, I hope."