Main Campaign layer thread!

Almost on que, a small stream of trainers would be headding up from the direction of the gym, all carrying a gym bag of some sort or another, though, it would appear the gym leader wasn't amongst them, or at least, wasn't discernable from the others. About 3/4ths of them would head up to the residentail area to the north, but two would head into the pokecenter, one looking myserable. Likewise, from the forests to the west, two more trainers would be hoofing it from the woods, visibly not wanting to miss dinner.

"That's for sure! You can fish with my rod, but right now, unless you're planning on fishing inside the Pokecenter, you're gonna have to wait until after dinner." Jamie stretches, stands, and starts heading into the Pokecenter, following the two trainers in. "As for the mine, it's probably abandoned for a reason, so I'd guess nothing valuable other than Pokemon. I hear there's sometimes bugs in caves, could be interesting."

Entering the center, they'd almost immediately be hit by the rich, meaty smell of dinner. The nurse would check the licenses, and then serve them up the bowl of stew, the heavy scent matching the delicious-looking mixture. Once they'd gotten to a table, and dug in, they would find the food's taste and texture to be of a matching quality to the smell, the chunks of beef in the brew tender, and easily yielding when bitten into. The noodles which accompanied the meat where well done, kept just slightly firm to proved a better texture while chewed, with the whole arrangement spiced in some manner that accentuated the heavy, filling meal.

Jamie started digging into the bowl of stew almost the moment she put her bowl on the table, slurping up a noodle before letting out a loud hum of satisfaction at the meal and digging in at a ferocious pace. "Oh man if every pokemon center has food like this it's gonna be heaven the entire journey. So, what kind of batmph d' mm mmmmph hmmm mph gmmm? mthmm mmmm mph mmmvmms, mm mmmms. 'm mmmkmm *gulp* that we'd do well in double battles, but single challenges aren't a bad plan either if I get in some training after dinner. You'd probably do fine." Jamie continues trying to talk around her beef and noodles through the dinner but is even less understandable with every sentence. "...mmmmmmg down for the sand pit, yea." She takes a little longer than Orin does to finish her meal, then hurries after him, only slowing down and keeping her distance a bit when she sees him stepping carefully near the sand. As a precaution, she releases Speedy, reasoning that if something does happen, he can rush into action from where she is.

CiU8cJoA2d6+1 for stealth, +any bonuses for distance and stealth capability
2d6+1

Orin clenched his fist as he watched the horse darting about. The added bursts of ling in the fading evening were pleasing to the eye, and a wonder it wasn't attracting more people. Seeing the sparkling shards plume in the air made him think, 'i can turn those against it.'

He watched for a moment more, taking in his opponent, and whispered, "let's do this."

He tossed Rook's pokeball to the edge of the Sand pit, like entering the arena, "Whip it up with a Sandstorm, try to keep it contained to the sand pit."

Orin didn't want the disturb the town, or get any unsuspecting bystanders caught in the currents of sand. Hopefully with trainers rushing to the center, it wouldn't be much of a problem. Rook stared down his opponent and raised his blades, and with it, sand began to levitate around him, with a quick motion to the left, it was off and swirling.

Rook uses Sandstorm

"Looks like it's getting ready for a big hit, so get ready for that Rook."

Orin lifted his pokedex to confirm what he already knew, electric type. I seemed like, aside from turning tail, there was no way this was going to end without some damage, Orin just hoped his team was up for it. The pokemon before him crackling with energy looked young enough, but there was no way to know for sure. There have been times in the past when Orin learned looks can be deceiving. 'Cute things still have teeth.'

"Maybe we don't need to lose another hat just yet, show it your Fury Cutter!"

Rook obliged hurtling into action swiping at the ankles of the beast.

Fury Cutter JO4pEELA1d20 AC3

Damage 1d8+21 Bug, Physical1d20·1d8+21

Jamie coughs and raises a hand to shield her eyes as the blowing sand rushes past her and Speedy. "I think that's our cue to start helping, eh? Let's finish this off before you get any more sand stuck in your shell!" Speedy wholeheartedly agrees, judging by how fast he bolts ahead, ramming full tilt towards the Blitzle.

Struggle

Accuracy AC4 UoenSmAM1d20

Damage 1d8+16 +run up1d20·1d8+16

The blitzle is caught off guard by the second blow. In fact, it seems almost offended that this wasn't a 1v1, toppling. It barely keeps it's footing, it's mane glowing bright yellow in a wounded fury, though it looked like the battering of the storm was about to be enough to knock it over, if one did not act quickly...

The blitzle would be stuck recovering from the previous blow to get out of the way, and would be sucked into the pokeball. It would fight vigously for one, two shakes, then, seemingly, give up. As if it knew, even if it broke out, it still would be down for the count from the sand alone.

You caught Blitzle!
Rook gains 13 exp!
Speedy gains 13 exp!