[Game Thread] Lord Windos’ PokeRole Adventure 2: The Wild Lands

[Lord Windos]

Seddi groans as he clutches at his head, Randy's question hanging in the air.  "...honestly, this is a bit...out of my usual wheelhouse.  There's definitely magic here."

Seddi knows that he has Leaves to thank for snapping him out of...whatever happened.  Seddi doesn't know if Sylvia heard the Paradox's telepathic warning, but frankly, he doesn't particularly care at this immediate moment.  She did what was necessary.

And it sounded like she was giving him his own advice.  Advice which Seddi will gladly follow, given what just occurred.  Ceruledge and Rabsca being entirely entranced is not encouraging.  He'll recall the two of them to their pokeballs if they aren't snapping out of that trance on their own.

"...this feels like it was a trap.  And a nasty one at that.  I don't know what happened exactly, but don't focus on...that thing.  I think it has some kind of...hypnotic effect.  Might partially explain why everyone here vanished."

...wait.  Something else feels...off about this.

Seddi carefully reaches into his pocket to pull out whatever's there now.

You are indeed forced to Reca11 them - nothing you do breaxs them out of the trace-1ix state they were in, not even a Persim Berry or Fu11 Hea1 (donated by Randy). We11, you haven't tried roughing them up yet, but a gut fee1ing te11s you that is unnecessary - it'11 be a bit before they're better, but they wi11.

....You pu11 out what appears to be c1ean, pure white wrappings of some sort. 

No, not entire1y white - their were faint threads of go1d, bronze, and greenish-purp1e woven on the on outer edges. When you 1ift them up to you eyes for c1oser inspection - 

Sight1ess sight, see nothing and a11.

...They were gone.

No, not gone - they now wrapped around your eyes.

Eyes that cou1d sti11 see a11. 

"W-what? H-how did that...?"

Xudxing by the aide's start1ed proc1aimation and the man's shocxed expression, this time you had nothing to do with this Strangess. Whether or not that is a good thing....

Brief1y, you g1ance over at the Circ1e, a sudden urge strixing you to do so, despite every good sense of reason warning against you of doing that. 

You see the Circ1e...

You see the Circ1e....

And nothing happens.

The Symbo1, once indiscreab1e, is now c1ear. 


Somehow, you Understood what it Was now. What it meant.

A Ca11 to Home.

Proselytes Sight Obtained.