Game of Thorns [Mod]

[Crispin Yates]

Crispin had been itching for better places to train and hunt for additions to his team, but was quickly regretting his decision to make that place be here.  By the time he and Tara had managed to cut through all the thorns closing it off, his clothing was all but ruined.  "Next time oi'm comin' in a suit av armor," he mumbled to himself as he recalled his Skarmory.  As he watched the path behind him closed, and he groaned loudly.  Maybe two suits of armor, to be safe.  Turning back he pushed further into the woods, looking around in wonder.  As much of a hell it was to get in, at the very least it was certainly something to look at.  

[Eristotle]

You know, I try to be witty.



But, uh. Yeah. Woo. Pine cones.

Ability: Sturdy
Gender: Female
-Moves-
Heavy Slam
Zap Cannon
Self-destruct
Mirror Shot

[Crispin Yates]

If for nothing else, Crispin found that the visit was worth the sightseeing.  Once he figured out a less scratch causing entrance, he would have to make a habit of coming back here.  It wasn't far into his exploration that he heard a rustling off to his side in the woods, and he turned cautiously to see what it was.  At first he thought it was just something falling from a tree, then he noticed it was actually something in the tree.  A... giant pine cone, to be exact.  He watched it warily for a second, walking away slowly, but it seemed to have very little interest in him.  Good, because the feeling was mutual, Crispin thought briefly as he continued off on his exploration.

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Pass 

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

Hate to bug you. . .

Ability: Flame Body
Gender: Male

• Gust

• Bug Buzz

• Fiery Dance

• Leech Life

. . .then again. You might not mind.

[Crispin Yates]

With a sudden whoosh Crispin was forced to hold his hands up in front of him to keep the dirt that had been kicked up out of his eyes.  Looking around to figure out where it had come from, it didn't take him long to figure it out.  Up overhead was a massive moth type Pokemon, and Crispin stared in awe for a moment.  Gathering his bearings as quickly as he could, he tried to think fast.  He desperately wanted to get Wesley some experience, but he would get eaten alive─possibly literally─by the bug.  He did have Rock Slide, which he knew had the potential to bring it down quickly, but even with one unlucky attack he knew the Volcarana could destroy the Skiddo.  Still, he knew Wesley needed to face his fears and become stronger. 

"Go Wes, brin' it down wi' rock slide!"  As soon as the Skiddo was released from his ball and saw the huge moth, he balked.  Crispin was worried he wouldn't fight for a moment, but he quickly shook off his fear and focused, now trusting his trainer immensely.  Bleating loudly as he stamped his foot, he brought down an avalanche of rocks on top of the moth, causing it to shriek in pain and fall close to the ground.  Apparently hoping to replenish some of that lost health it charged the smaller Pokemon, digging it's mandibles into him to drain some of his life.  

It was obvious it hurt, but didn't bring him down too terribly.  "Again Wes!"  Shaking himself off again the Skiddo stomped once more, bringing even more rocks down on the moth.  The little bit of health it sapped seemed to be the only thing keeping it going, and it tried to repeat the process once more.  This time even with the weak attack the Skiddo was obviously struggling to stand, but Crispin knew it would only take one more attack.  "Wan last time Wes!"  Standing tall the Skiddo stamped with all his might, bringing a final slew of rocks on top of the moth.  Reaching for his bag, Crispin threw one of the empty balls towards the rocks, hoping to bring the huge moth back with him.

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Attempted catch

[Eristotle]

Buzz-buzz.



Goes the fuzz-fuzz.

You captured the Lightbulb! Deduct a ball.

[Crispin Yates]

Grinning with glee Crispin bent to dig through the rubble, pulling his newly acquired Pokemon out of it.  He hadn't expected to find anything like this in their little exploration here, and the fact that they were going home no where near empty handed made him thrilled.  Patting the exhausted Skiddo on the head he grinned at him, praising him for a job well done before recalling the goat.  He had done well, and now they had one quite powerful teammate to add to their repertoire.  Turning back he started towards the entrance, scowling at it for a moment.  Now for the fun part again.