[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

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"She didn't show up when the call went out. We presume she's in the Swamp, as usual."

Golda sees you and comes over to you. "I learned a lot about you, Spira. You and your birthmark may still have a role to play in Creshire. If you have ANY questions, any questions at all, I want you to come to me. Here's my phone number. (She can get you a Pokegear or Pokedex if you need one)."
"At the same time, I don't want anyone nosing around in your business. Dagny has already done a few things to prevent that, but I want you to know there's no one now who will be able to consider you anything other than a full-fledged 21st century resident and Creshire visa holder. Even someone with Dagny's resources will not be able to probe who you REALLY are."

"Swamp, huh..." Spira'll have Luna FLY him there to look for her. He'll make do with his current team.

You fly to the Nature Preserve. There are signs everywhere stating the rules - no catching or battling without a permit, no taking any samples, leave only footprints and take only memories, that sort of thing. 

The native Creshireans, the Mamo tribe, are occasional hunters in this area, though they mostly keep to the south and Arrowroot village.

But there's someone with complete disregard for the rules about battling. The League looks the other way due to her fierce protection of the area and the way she demolishes any poachers. If the occasional pink Pokemon goes missing, well, it's a small price to pay. 
A vision of loveliness, even when hopping over puddles and streaked with mud, becomes apparent from your vantage point beneath Luna. She's dressed in a fine riding skirt, girded about her waist for easier movement.

Spira lands at a nearby spot and tries to sneak up on her, covering her eyes with his hands if he succeeds. (Stealth roll: Dex(5*)+Survival(5)+Stealth(3)= 13D6)
Here's hoping she doesn't know any throwing techniques (judo, etc.)
Either way that goes; "Looks like we meet again, I'm here to make good on that promise."

Alert: (3)(1)(3)(3)(4)(6) (1)(6)(1)(3)(6)(6)
Stealth: (1)(2)(2)(5)(6)(2) (2)(1)(2)(3)(4)(5) (3) = 3 successes. Your foot lands in a swampy muckhole and you sink in as you raise your hand. She rotates and catches your hand in an iron grip before she's even gotten a good look at you.

"Promise? What promise? Who are you? Oh, wait. You're the guy who caught that Chansey I wanted, aren't you. Well? Have you evolved it to a Blissey? Can I see it?"