[Closed][Combat] It was not Supposed to be This Way Around

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Almost a few months had passed, since he had been sucked into the game. Although he made himself to adapt to this strange illusion of a world, he was still insecure about what to do with his time. The past months he had developed a façade to ease socializing, but he had not been very successful yet. He had not found anybody who had seemed to need his help as a cleric or housekeeper. Today he made his way to the forests surrounding Londinium looking for a party or soloing adventurer, who might be in a bind and needed the cleric’s help. Lost in his own thoughts he scuffled through the woods, until he was suddenly interrupted by a root entrapping his foot and making him fall. Verdammt. What am I doing? He slowly picked himself up, which was not as easy as he wished because of his heavy and clunky starter chainmail. Finally on his feet again he realized that he had dropped his staff somewhere. Naturally he could not find it at first sight and began to look for it in the near bushes. He finally found it leaning against some brushwood next to the tree whose roots had caused his fall. While he picked the staff up and put it back into his left hand, he heard a deep moan behind him. Bit by bit he carefully turned around. The picture unfolding in front of his eyes was not particularly of his liking. A boar must have crossed his path and since he had tripped inside of his agro range, he must have gathered enough hate by now to actually draw it. That’s not how it was supposed to be! He quickly retreated a few steps and then made a run for it. His sudden speed-up was met by the boar’s call which began to charge after him, trampling down the undergrowth in its way. Londinium is too far away to get there and a boar’s agro time is way too long for me to outrun it. Think, Frowin, think! By now his face was spangled with superficial injuries drawn by the branches he had no time to push aside. I guess, I have no other choice than to fight. When he reached an area that was more open to a battle he focused his attention on the boar behind him and prepared himself by holding the staff with both hands in front of his body to create a barrier. He was actually able to catch the boar’s assault but was, nevertheless, knocked back a few meters and crashed with his back against a tree. He cried out in pain and struggled to his feet. Then he waited for the boar’s next assault and jumped out of the way, so that the mob now crashed into the tree instead of him. He used the time he bought to cast a Reactive Heal on himself, wrapping his body in a warm orange light that would go off and heal him when he would receive damage. Lacking any offensive option but striking the boar with his staff his only chance was to stall the fight out and heal himself, until the boar had finally somehow died.

[Evelyn]

Few months after apocalypse, Evelyn was once again exploring the forestry around London. She wasn't a scribe, nor she was one, so keeping a map was impossible for her. The only thing she knew for sure was, that she needed to memorise at least the surroundings around the city until she will be able to secure one for herself. In the past months Evelyn was training her combat techniques around Londonium, especially in the woods and in the swamps, doing some basic quests to earn money. Sleeping in an Inn, having something to eat and place where she can rest was better than stay homeless like some of the less motivated players. This is total bollocks. Why do they sit around in lethargy when they should adapt to this new world?  I am better off alone after all. Evelyn thought as she crouched on a tree, using her subclass skill [Stealth]. The little sound she was making was completely erased, hiding her presence in the dark treetops as she walked around on a branch. Then she heard something in the distance, crouching down and listening to the sound. It sounded like a person... running? Very clumsily running even. Evelyn reached over to her side, taking the <Starter Crossbow> in her hands and loading it with a single bolt. A single adventurer in garments of a cleric reached the area, a boar rushing after him. Wait... he has chainmail armour and he is running from a boar? Evelyn thought as she looked over to the Boar. As Evelyn observed the boar, the adventurer blocked its charge and landed under Evelyn's tree, hitting it with a light thud and clattering of the armour he wore. 

Geez... I will have to save him... do I?  She thought as she looked over at the Boar. The status text around the Boar told her, that it's a Pittered Boar on the level 7. Well... that justifies running. She thought as she disappeared from the tree branch, reappearing behind the boar, some apricot flower petals left on her former positions as she used the skill [Leaping Apricot Technique], the petals fluttering in the air around them as her hand with the crossbow extended towards the neck of the Boar. Fzzzt... The bolt sang its song as it travelled, hitting the boar and angering it. "You will thank me later..." Evelyn mumbled simply as she lowered the crossbow, letting it hang off her belt as she made a step back, drawing the large sword at her belt. Thanks to the Equipment she crafted she wasn't slowed down by the annoying starter platemail, the light armour made of leather and metal allowing her to move so fast. Holding the sword at her side with her right hand, she waited for the boar to charge her. She simply extended the hand towards the boar a shining barrier appearing in front of it, the boar hitting it hard. Evelyn used [Damage Interception], barrier which was signature move of a Shaman. As its charge was stopped Evelyn made quick two slashes with her sword, the sword slightly shining as it hit the boar. The boar squealed as it was wounded, rushing towards Evelyn again. With a groan of pain Evelyn blocked the charge with her heavy boot sole, blinking in pain as she saw her HP reduced by the attack, thrusting the tip of her sword through Boar's neck, finishing it off. "Are you alright?" She said calmly with a low tone of voice as she looked over to the cleric.

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Ciriodhûl was just about to prepare himself for another attack of the boar, when suddenly a blonde woman in medium armor leaped from the tree he had collided with and drew the mob’s agro by shooting with a crossbow at it. That’s unexpected. She seemed not to be too pleased with his sudden appearance and changed her weapon to a rather large sword. What’s her class? … Anyway, I should not just stand here. Pointing the tip of his staff at her he used Reactive Heal once again enwrapping her in an orange light as well. Meanwhile the boar had turned around to attack her but was interrupted by a barrier that had formed in front of the young lady. A Shaman? Isn’t she supposed to be a supporter like me? For that she is fighting quite aggressive. Almost as if she was an Assassin instead. She was able to land two direct hits, severely damaging the boars HP bar, which went for a last charge the woman simply stopped with the sole of her boots. The Reactive Heal Ciriodhûl had casted went off and restored a bunch of her HP shortly after she was hit. The boar, however, exploded into a bunch of anima bubbles, since she had driven her sword into his neck.

As if she were not exhausted at all, she asked about his well-being. The cleric, on the contrary, first exhaled in relief. “I am alright. Just a little exhausted.”, he then replied and took a look at his HP bar that was reduced by one third. He came to the forest to help the adventurers out that were already fighting. It caught him quite off guard to be trapped into a fight himself. But now that he stood in front of his savior, a rather beautiful female Shaman, he could still use the introduction he had prepared, although he needed a moment to adjust it to the situation: “You have my full gratitude for saving me.”, he began and took a bow facing the earth beneath him. “My name is Ciriodhûl, cleric and housekeeper. May I be of assistance somehow to make up for this sudden disturbance?” Pleased with his choice of words he straightened up again and added: “It’s a pleasure to meet you … m’lady.” He had not exactly planned to be this formal, but the words just naturally fell from his lips and he was sincerely honest about them. Now that he actually played the role he had made up to socialize, it slowly but steadily turned out to be his true character. “I hope you are alright as well.” He used the remaining time, until she answered, to shortly look her over, but could not prevent already stopping at her golden eyes. Cut it out, will you? It’s a game. Just because someone has an uncommon eye color, you have no excuse to stare into someone’s eyes. He forced himself to look away. Although I have to admit that her eyes are beautiful enough to entrap one’s gaze for a long time.

[Evelyn]

Evelyn felt the warm light which surrounded her as the reactive heal was cast on her, a status icon popping up in front of her. The heal did help most likely. Evelyn was sure that if this happened in real life the boar would have broke her leg. At least the sharp pain in her leg told her that. Briefly her golden eyes glanced over her own health bar, before taking a look onto HP bar of the cleric. Well... Now they weren't in a fight so he should be fine... How did this happen... I went to forest to explore and I end up babysitting a cleric. Evelyn thought to herself, few locks of her blonde hair falling in her face, just to be pushed aside and behind her ear by the black glove clad hand. "It's alright. I am glad that I could help yee. I am after exploring this forest, so helping yee wasn't a problem. The name is Evelyn von Karsten. Inquisitor." She introduced herself with her usual, calm, low voice, swinging the sword with a short swing to the side as if to get rid of blood that might have gotten to it. Now when they weren't in combat the cleric could most likely notice that the steel blade was flecked with silver on the edge of the blade. After this process of 'cleaning' Evelyn put the sword back to the sheath on her side. "I am okay... But just let me ask. What made yee get so deep into forest? Most adventurers stay around London. It might be a bit harder to get back. But well, since you are already here yee could help me with something. Well. Amn't surprised that people got here eventually though..." The mysterious blonde woman that called herself Evelyn said slowly, reaching over to one of the poaches which were attached to the belts on her armour. She pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to the cleric.

"If yee would like to help me... A group of people of the land hired me to investigate a nearby village. Apparently most of the inhabitants ran from it, or disappeared ever since the Apocalypse. They were reporting that they saw... strange things." Evelyn said simply as she gave time to Cir, to let him look over the piece of paper which she handed him, her golden eyes eyeing him up and down shortly. "Yee look like a capable cleric, and I expect troubles to appear when I will reach the area. Amn't fearing unsuccessful return, but better sure than sorry. Also, I would appreciate if yee looked into my eyes when I talk to you." Evelyn continued her explanation, seeming slightly anoyed as the Cleric looked away from her eyes. "I know that my eyes are cursed, but I still prefer to look into the eyes of person I am talking to." She mumbled afterwards, looking to side for a moment, before looking back on the Cleric. "So... are you in with me?" The blonde witch hunter said with a light blush, one hand resting on the handle of her sword, feeling slightly embarrassed by this conversation, feeling slightly uncomfortable even with her fox tail traits hidden under her equipment.

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She refers to herself as an Inquisitor and flecked her sword with silver? Does that mean …? The thought process he had begun seeing her sword being swung to her side was interrupted by her reply. It turned out that she was fine, which eased the cleric even more. After he had observed the boar hitting her boot quite hard, he would have not been surprised if she still felt pain in it. She then asked why he was out here, a rather easy question to answer, and accepted his offer to help. While she rummaged around in one of the pouches tied to her belt, he replied: “I was actually looking for an adventurer to help. I am a cleric after all. However, it turned out to be me, who was the one in need. There certainly are a lot staying in the town, but I could hardly help those, could I?” When Evelyn finally pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to him, he interrupted himself and curiously took it. It was a request for help, most likely written by a person of the land. Meanwhile the Shaman explained that it was a request to investigate what had happened to an abandoned city with the rather useless specification the one abandoning it saw “strange” things. Or was it useless? An Inquisitor, silver… Undead? I she hunting the undead? You should’ve picked the cleric class for that, though. “I offered to help, so I will help.”, he said, after he had finished reading the paper and listening to her explanation, which was shortly followed by her requesting to be looked in the eyes.

Ciriodhûl was still avoiding eye contact, since he was afraid to be trapped by their beauty again. He did not know what to answer; almost everything he came up with would just be awkward gibberish. Wait, did she call her eyes cursed just now? He sighed. I should just tell her the truth and reveal my own pitiful thoughts. “I believe, cursed is the wrong word. Golden colored eyes should be considered a blessing. I’ve truly never seen such a beautiful eye color. Please apologize my rudeness to not look you in your eyes, but I was honestly afraid I would awkwardly stare in their depths.”, he replied calmly, but could not prevent his cheeks to blush slightly. Fortunately she looked to the side. When she looked back – also slightly blushing – she finally asked him if he would help her. “Of course. As I said, I have to make up for disturbing your …” He looked to the crown of the tree she emerged from. “… watch.” His mind drew a blank. After having spend most of his time alone the last few months unable to approach another person but the barkeepers from the land he asked for a sleeping place, it felt weird speaking that openly to an adventurer. While the words he used were certainly his sincere thoughts, he felt like a whole new person. Frowin had never spoken this way. It was as if all the literature he had read for his studies were writing what he said now. I may say that I adapted to this world, but I still didn’t, did I? “Anyways, I will follow your lead, m’lady. I did not do much exploration on my own, so I have no clue, where this village is.”