Solarsaur: At the risk of sounding like a total bitch, please do not reply like that again or next time I will skip your post. I’m finding it hard to believe you managed to pass the RP Test at all and I know that if you’d given that kind of reply in the test you would have failed. You’ve given me very little to work with so please put more thought and effort into your replies from now on, that’s all I ask.
Shuckle stares at you curiously before watching Bulbasaur pace around, apparently mad with you for some reason Shuckle can’t quite fathom. Eyeing you both for a short time it soon becomes bored, wandering off slowly into the bushes. By the time you realise Shuckle is gone there is very little to do other than to continue with your adventure and so you set off again with Bulbasaur in tow who is left wondering how a possible battle opportunity slipped away unnoticed. After a half hour of uneventful travel you enter a forest clearing where you are confronted by a most unusual sight. Standing right in the middle appears to be a shrine of some sort while various bug and grass Pokémon stand around it, paying homage. The moment they see you enter the clearing they all scatter, afraid of seeing a human in these part. Moving closer to examine the shrine you see the Pokémon have left small offerings of various fruits, vegetable, berries, acorns and other knickknacks they’ve picked up in the forest, apparently abandoned by other trainers such as yourself who had been passing through. You don’t see anything of great value but an inscription carved in the statue catches your attention:
Deep within the serpent’s lair great treasure you will find
Let caution guide you or beware for illusions often blind,
Allow greed to overwhelm your soul and suffer for all time
The insanity of those before who know not peace of mind.
Frowning as you read over the cryptic inscription you wonder what it could mean when you hear a voice behind you. “I.. I wou.. wouldn’t go there if I were you.”
Spinning around you see a man in his twenties skulking by the treeline. He has long filthy brown dreadlocks into which leaves, grass and God only knows what else are now entwined. His clothes are ragged and filthy and while you can see that he must have once been a handsome young lad, there is very little light left in his pale blue eyes. There appears only madness now, a deep sense of paranoia. “Eeeevil things I tell you!” he yells with an insane look in his eyes. “Don’t go there!” He appears to be attempting to swat imaginary insects off himself while he curses at his invisible attackers and you watch him closely, not exactly sure how to react.....
Watcha gonna do?