[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[Lord Windos]

Spoiler

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."

Terra doesn't dispute the big black panther's claims of his race, just closing his eyes and nodding to them with calm acceptance.

"We do. It is....the way of our life. Fight to become stronger, better. Fight to prove worth, to others or ourselves. Fight for thrill and fun. Fight when we must. That is we do. Nothing wrong or right about it. For humans....*Opens eyes, and looks at Sneasil* and Pokemon."

Saying his peace, the sagely monk quietly nods along to the rest of their information and lets them lead him/the group to the so called 'Nidoran City,' the sight of which leaves him taking it all in with open curiosity and fascination. He's seen several Wild Pokemon societies before in his explorations back at home, but never one quite like this or on this sort of scale.

The Sword, once he spots it, draws his attention like a Magnet, taking in every single detail of it unique design with a keen and not quite stoic eye. Viewing it like he did, it almost seemed to him, as if it was calling for someone to claim it. To wield it against countless foes, and to quench its thirst for battle after so many long years of disuse. Who would be the one...?

So wrapped up in pondering the Artifact blade he almost missed the colossal kitty cat bid farewell and good luck, turning towards them and giving a small bow and a smile

"Very well. We'll be back and come see you, but until then, be well and safe, Mr. Merchant Cat."

After they leave, the mountain of a man turns to Nathan + Gallade and motions towards the city of sorts, somehow looking both serious and inquisitive.

"Going to explore city, and try to find out more about The Sword and......prophecy before one of us....tries to go get it. See if.....inhabitants are friendly too, and......what they and place has. *Beat* .....Can you come with me, Nathan and Gallade? Would do it alone, but *Looks over themselves, and Frowns* .....not sure that good idea now. Don't want to break promise with you. Well?"