2012-05-12, 10:58 PM
Re: PTTA-the lost king and the Cult of Arceus
Group: The man pauses.
What about our siblings? Our families? Stradford's a crazy muker, the kind to mess with them without a second thought."
Major: "That'll be fifty poke per mon. Please enjoy the ninja training with your pokemon!"
Once you pay, he tosses a knife straight up, and the floor opens up beneath you and your team. Your sigilyph and espeon float happily for a few seconds until long vines wrap around their waists, dragging them down.
You and your other mon find your fall slowed by tendrils from a grass pokemon, before being put down gently in front of a large frog with a tree in its back. It points down a hallway with one.