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

[Dragonstrike]

Oz put her hand on her tempers, and try to sit down, sad and concern in what to do. Oz was to the point of tears, but...She must do something, anything. And try to fix things. But...how?

Oz did wait for a few seconds, trying to formulate a coerence though. She put her hands on her own shoulders and looking aside, she said. "...Not the best way to start a conversation?" She looks at the ground. She feel the fear cripping on her back, dangerous close to consume her. But...She must endure, and find a way to start this...

After a long while, she finally looks at Seddi eyes. "...If I can be perfect honest, I don't where to start. Or...How to say things first..." Oz rest of the team (with the exception Hecate since she still in the Pokeball) is out of her pokeballs, looking at this conversation. Fortuna is problably looking too, maybe apprensive for what is about to be tell. "...Before I tell you the truth, I must warn you: This is not a good story. Nor it end well. And...after the end of it, you are free to judge me whatever you feel like it...But whatever will be tell here, you must promise me to not tell to anyone: To Akamu, Sylvia, Vernon, Dodger and specially Mr Samsara. Specially him. Can you promise me this Seddi?"

"If you have questions...now is the time to make them. And I will answer them, with the best of my abilities."

"I can handle both secrets and a little doom and gloom.  Don't exactly have the most happy story myself, after all."

He glances at Dite, once again seeing how scared they are and thinking about how alone they must feel right now.

"We can get to that later though.  If you need ideas for where to start, just start from the beginning.  Everything starts simple at first, right?"

Ceruledge is sitting by Seddi, diligently by his side.  She nods in agreement with him, her eyes closed as she remembers their own origin story.  Yes, simpler times.  Good times.

And when those eyes, glowing with white hot flame, open again, they look straight at Oz.  Almost seem to look through her even.

A look of fascination.  Curiosity.  But also some measure of respect.

And she gestures at Oz to begin telling her tale.