• 45 / 100 HP
• Hybrid
• Zone 2

A chill ran down her spine as the creature realized that her attack was not supposed to be its end. The animal quickly retaliated, and Indra could do very little to protect herself without her weapon. Her back suffered most of the damage, claws sinking in her flesh as the force behind the attack impacted with everything on her, sending the faerin rolling for a few feet away. “Ugh… “Thankfully, she had the pain reduction system at a percentage she could deal with the pain. Grunting, the magecrafter quickly got up to her feet and tried her best to access the situation, despite her aching back, a sense of guilt building up in her chest for failing her teammates like that.

Her eyes narrowed down on the monsters’ positioning. Aalam and Aria apparently focused their attacks on one bear, while the blonde and more seasoned archer, Kyupin, turned obliterated the giant hawk for attacking the people they were trying to protect. If only she had that much power… No. That’s not what she had to focus on. For now, Indra had to at least do the possible for a beginner like herself, even if she felt so useless.

The magecrafter extended her hand towards the Farmer, magic creating a manaprism on her palm. "Wee ki ra murfan near en crushue. Wee ki ra selena sarla sos yor." , she chanted, and the prism transformed into powdery illumancy magic to heal wounds inflicted upon his body.

Support/DPS
Single Healing farmer Cade
5 + 0 = 5
(Roll) Assault on Honeyhome / Assault on Honeyhome Tracker

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It was over. They had won. Successive strikes dealt enough damage that the beast-tamer decided to give in, to end this bloodshed by retreating. As if he had been the one who was wronged. As if he was the one that was being reasonable. As if he was trying to paint himself as some sort of poor, misunderstood lover of nature, who only did it because someone else tried his hand. And then those names. Those goddamn names! That absolute piece of human garbage, telling his pets, his companions, his comrades to rush into battle without a single goddamn thought about their safety, before crying like a little bitch when they naturally, obviously, just ended up bleeding out and getting hurt and dying!

It pissed him off. It pissed Cain off so much. It drove him absolutely livid, the blood rushing into his head and his dark eyes smouldering at the irrationality of it all. It was beyond roleplaying now. It was just purely, utterly, completely, totally hatred, a self-centered, self-righteous one. The will of the fates? The will of the wild? The midnight-haired muse’s knuckles whitened over his flagpole, before he hopped down the rooftop, landing on his feet.

One deep breath, and then…

“HEY, FLETCHER, YOU FUCKING JACKASS!” Cain shouted out, “DON’T YOU DARE MAKE SOME BULLSHIT ENTRANCE AND EXIT LIKE THAT, YOU HEAR? IT’S ACTUALLY ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING HOW SCUMMY YOU ARE RIGHT NOW! IT’S LITERALLY COMMON SENSE NOT TO KICK OFF CYCLES OF VENGEANCE, AND IF YOU PLAN ON DOING THAT ANYWAYS, HAVE THE GODDAMN BALLS TO DO IT FACE TO FACE, MAN TO MAN! DON’T EVER BRING YOUR FOREST BUDS INTO THIS, YAH HEAR? AND DON’T TRY TO BULLSHIT ANYTHING LIKE ‘HURR DURR MUH BEASTS WERE SALTY TOO’ CAUSE A PREY-PREDATOR RELATIONSHIP IS GODDAMN NORMAL! ONLY HUMANS ARE SHITTY ENOUGH TO GET MAD OVER THAT! ONLY HUMANS ARE SHITTY ENOUGH TO KILL FOR REASONS LIKE THAT.”

Cain sucked in another deep breath, hollering out once more, “NOW LISTEN UP, YOU TREE HUGGING DEGENERATE! I’M GOING TO WASTE SO MUCH OF MY POWER BRINGING PERSEPHONE BACK THAT I’M LITERALLY BAMBOOZLED BY MY OWN GODDAMN STUPIDTY! I DON’T CARE IF YOU THINK THIS IS SACRILEAGE OR WHATEVER, BUT IF YOU DECIDE TO KILL HER AGAIN OVER YOUR OWN FUCKING SQUABBLES, I’LL PERSONALLY COME INTO THE FOREST AND KNOCK YOU THE HELL OUT! DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND?!”

Riled up beyond belief, the Muse found the incantations of his Revive spell slipping out of his tongue before he could even feel a smidgen of regret. Magical, musical notes pealed out and seeped into the bear, pulling it back from the abyssal death.

“Go on, scram,” Cain waved at the bear, absolutely disgusted at basically everything. “Definitely need milk and cookies after this.”

Man, he was going to look back to this with a dozen regrets, huh?

 

There were a lot of things Curious George couldn’t quite register with the end of the fight. The farmer being let out and thanking them with his crying daughter, that he could understand. What he couldn’t understand was when one of his team mates had started screaming at the master of the animals about how he needed to man up and fight them like a real warrior (something Curious George could agree on) and then, somehow, revived the bear.

Curious George hadn’t quite known that the game had such an ability. He knew what magic was in the system, he had enough exposure and, well, had been healed and buffed in the previous combat, but resurrection had been something he was clueless about. The action sent George falling backwards and crawling back with his hands until he hit a house. He lifted a shaky finger to point at the bear and say something, possibly ask why it was moving again, but he didn’t get the question out in time before the bear went scurrying out of the village to join its master.

He opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again, before giving Cain a glance. Then George decided it wasn’t his problem. The bear was running off and he didn’t have to fight it again. He tilted over to the side and let his head hit the ground. Some rest would be good after that adrenaline rush. When the girl and her father had thanked him for his contribution to the fight, Curious George just gave them a thumb up from his position, not willing to upright himself to talk with them. He gave them a tired grin with it. They were safe from getting mauled by animals and that’s all that mattered.

Besides trying to get a nap in right now, at least. And the pain. There was a lot of pain. Ow.

 

With the hawk turned into a pincushion and the bear barely even moving, only the boars were left, they could actually win the brawl in the jungle! Her confidence soaring as the green-haired Huntress nocked another arrow, ready to slam it into the hog's skull. "...?" When an obviously unnatural gale swirled at a few distances away as a... peculiar figure arrived. "...explain?" Aria mumbled to herself, his fashion statement looked straight out of a Tarzan movie. This guy must be the one responsible for all this mess, only a simpleton couldn't see that.

Naturally, Aria's aim switched from the boar to him. Feline eyes narrowing, fingers twitching, ready to release the arrow upon the first signs of hostility. All she could see was grief, sadness, but considering he was the one who more or less brainwashed them to fight, he had no grounds to play the 'victim card' here. "Ugh..." Aria rolled her eyes in disgust, it was real life all over again, except involving an asshole druid instead of some bitch tweeting how her life was ruined by all the 'cheating guys' around her.

The Huntress had her own beef to scream at him but her chest hurt, damn that hog... and besides, @Cain Darlite already accomplished that. His voice bellowing out, condemning the self-righteous Druid on his fatal fallacies. He had said what she wanted to say and more... though, "What?" His last decision might be too controversial for her, why was he reviving the beast they worked so hard to put down? What was his deal here? "Err..." Too late, he wasted his energy to get the bear on its feet again. Aria debated to put an arrow through its skull but... nah, it no longer had those scary glowing red eyes.

With @Curious George and Farmer Cade, the two most injured people being quite alright. Well, alright as in they wouldn't drop dead at least, Aria could finally relax... Phew, been a long day. Maybe she could hang out with the fellow Felis @Kyupin Felnya , she heard her pies were a thing to die for.

"You idiot, Wilson, we told you to be home on time! You could've gotten yourself killed, you moron!"

Oh what the hell was this again now? "Nnngh..." The twitchy Huntress was not in the mood for all the shouting, Cain had rung her sensitive Felis ears enough. She watched in utter disbelief as one of the villagers, who was apparently the boy's father, uncle, or guardian, practically scolding a child even though he was the one who locked said boy out in the first place. What the actual fuck...? Someone like him seriously made Aria think if it was worth it to save the village after all. Not only he left a child to certain death, he had the gall to berate him, and went ahead and say the boy should die anyway.

"Haaaa..." Clenching her hands into fists, Aria stomped towards the man, ears perked up and tail jutting much like a cat who was prepared to fight. She simply sauntered up to the asshole, stared at him in the eyes, and then *SLAP*, slammed her open palm as hard as she could to his face, her claw-like nails digging a bit into his skin, drawing five streaks of blood.

"Couldn't spare five seconds to unlock a fucking door..." Then, she literally spat at him, "They should have switched Cade with you, we didn't have to fight, just let the bear eat you and turn you into shit, which is what you are. A shame that a child is braver than you will ever be, spineless coward. Now listen closely her, asshole, if I know you continue to abuse him... You'll find the crazy druid to be the last thing to worry about."

 

Ever since Indra logged in for her first time in this “game” world, she had the joy of experiencing pleasure on daily activities once again, but even so, she still had a lot to work on her personal development. She could move and express herself the way she wanted and that was great, but something she had yet to properly get back was empathy — and that was, for better or for worse, something she had little of right now. The one controlling all the beasts revealed himself, and she wasn’t quite impressed with his attire, that was actually very fitting of someone that would resort to such ways of punishment.

The magecrafter let out a monotone sigh as soon as the man focused his attention on his fallen companions. It was none of her business, and there were wounds on her allies and herself that had to be healed. Indra felt tired, her steps felt heavy despite having accomplished so little in this adventure, and her lack of control when using her spells was already getting at her nerves at this point. It may not seem like it, but behind her always cold exterior, the blonde was burning in flames of anger inside, because the feeling of uselessness was second to none. Indra approached @Curious George , quietly sitting beside his head that rested on a not so comfortable ground. Her hand reached out to his head, a blue glow soon enveloping him.

Hymn of Mana

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“Wee ki ra murfan near en crushue, weeki ra selena, sarla sos yor.” Though her healing magic couldn’t heal his wounds instantly, it should be enough to deal with the pain. Her free left hand then rested on her own chest, the same spell being used to heal her own wounds, and slowly soothe away the pain from the gashes on her back. With a quick nod, she acknowledged the thanking farmer.

Meanwhile, her eyes stared and observed the situation of events unfolding before them. She used to be like that, bold, courageous. To do the unthinkable and stand her ground with such ferocity that she could hear memories coming back to her of her younger days. She wasn’t quite that old, but life seemed to go on for eternity ever since her real life issues started. In the end, she felt like an old woman sometimes.

“Contemplative. I’m unsure if I should say I miss the days of my youth, just like them.” She commented, monotone words rolling out of her tongue as always. “Hopeful. I wonder if everything is over.” She didn’t quite agree to @Aria ‘s actions, but Indra was in no position to question the people that actually did something to save the place. In her cold blue eyes, perhaps, it could’ve been the same instinct and gut feeling that led Aria to slap the man that caused the forest-man to instigate all this to begin with.

But even so, she remained quiet. She had a job to do, and people to heal.​

 

Replacing his arrow back into his quiver giving a nod of recognition to the framer, not much more thanks was needed for the act. Choosing to stare at the druid drinking in his appearance he was a mess it seemed the he had no care for anyone of a different life or make. He only cared for those he considered family and that were his animal companions. He loved them that much that he was viable upset at their deaths the same way a parent would mourn for a child. I made sense in a twisted kind of way the man shunned all social conduction for a place in the wild and he came to town to get revenge for a child that was taken away from him. Yes that was extremely twisted however it seemed as though @Cain Darlite was already on trying to fix the man’s perspective so there was no reason to jump on that bandwagon, and judging by that rant it was a going to be a very bumpy ride. Especially since he brought the bear back to life that action was pretty impressive, however, Aalam wasn’t going to tell anyone that though. He did think that a revival spell would have been flashier however but it was sufficient beautiful so there was that he guessed.

However it seemed that the battle had taken out whatever @Curious George had left in system as the man could barely hold his body up, and that seemed to be correct as he immediaty fell to the ground in what looked like great pain. Guess the adrenaline had finally wore off and he was feeling the full brunt of the body’s pain well hopeful he did have his pain setting set to realistic or that would be a bitch. It seemed that @Indra was already on it working to get the man back on his feet and what looked like reliving a portion of his pain. She seemed to be much of a life saver today especially for George they might make a good team one day he would have to keep in contact. One could never know when there might be a situation where a person that could heal wounds would come in handy.

However there was something that he could help to deal with while the other took care of well everything else. That was stopping Aria from kill the person that seemed to be the young boy’s caretaker. It seemed that the fact the he had locked his child outside to be left for dead at the hand of enraged beasts. Then choosing to berate him for not bring there when he locked the door and then wished death upon the young child for his “foolishness”. He could have practically see @Aria bristle from where he stood. A groan escaping from him as he watched her stomp towards the man, rage barely contained. That blow she dealt him was almost able to echo through the village from the force she put behind it. Well he should do something about that making his way over to the scene rest an arm across her front to try and stop her from killing the dumb ass.

“Please your making a scene allow me to get the point across.” Stooping down shuffling the boy’s hair, give him a once over to make sure that he wasn’t hurt to badly. “Good day sir I do believe that you are this young lad’s caretaker, and while I have no right to get involved with the raising process of a child. Miss Aria looks to feel differently hence the threat on your life. I will not get in that however for that is between you and her, that being said I feel as though I must agree with her sentiments. So in less uncertain terms if I see something like this again I will find you and I will feed you to pack of rabid wolves. So glad we can have an understanding."

 

It wasn't fair. Kyupin had looked into his sorrowful eyes, feeling his heart break as her own, and it just wasn't fair. She chewed on her lips as the others reacted - some visibly furious, others more subdued with exhaustion. Kyupin wanted to curl up and hide. The guild was eating her from the inside out. She'd murdered again. She'd justified it and in that moment it had felt right, had felt like she'd done the good thing. But had she? She should've tried harder to suss out that Fletcher guy, to punish him for his bad deeds. His animals weren't to blame. And yet...

She shivered, watching with deadened eyes as the farmer and his daughter made rounds, shaking hands and thanking each one of the 'heroes'. "Ah. I'm glad you're okay." She tried to smile for the little girl, gently ruffling her hair. "You did well."

Her tired gaze flickered over to the approaching man yelling some nonsense at the poor child. She did nothing as Aria expressed her rage, only watching impassively as Vulcan snarled at the man and then came trotting back to her.

It was hard to focus on anything right now, except for the bear rushing off into the brush. She looked at her teammates, looked at the ones who'd helped her protect these people, and wondered: what on earth were they doing? What had this whole fight been for? To stop Fletcher, perhaps, from enacting a cruel revenge. A punishment that hadn't fit the crime. But hadn't they done the same? Kill somebody for trying to kill someone else. There'd been no threat on their lives. She had no personal connection with this farmer, or this village. Was she... was she doing the right thing?

She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head viciously, ignoring any odd looks she might have garnered. "I'm the good guy," she mumbled to herself, rather unconvinced. "I am..."

Kyupin turned on her heels and chased down the bear running into the wild. She had to prove to herself that she was better than... better than him! Better than some psychopath wanting to hurt everybody to prove to himself that he was right! She was good. A good person, doing good things. Right? Right.

She found the bear and called out to it, "Persephone!" That had been its name. A beautiful name. She smiled, tears in her eyes and reached out to it. "You're a gentle soul, but you fight for him. Why? You don't have to anymore. You can come with me." She approached it slowly, hands out and keeping her breathing steady. "I won't force you to fight. You can live with me at my shop, lounging in the fields. We'll be happy. I'll protect you."

Uncommon Beast Taming - Persephone

Thrown die:

94

"Please, let me help you."

 

All his rage, all his righteous anger, all his roars, all that he said was met with silence. Silence and the sound of people shuttering their windows, locking their doors, as if all they heard was his fury, not his words. It frustrated Cain that the druidic bastard just disappeared instead of doing anything. This wasn’t a proper victory. The enemy neither died nor changed. That black-haired bastard just became slightly more sympathetic and raised his chances of turning into a recurring villain. Dark eyes slid to Aria and Aalum, their own words of counselling and intimidation only serving to anger that drunk of an abuser, while Indra and George ignored the conflicts as best as they could, seeking to heal instead. Kyupin, alone, tamed the beast and took it for herself, promising a kinder world.

At least someone got a happy ending.

Cain Darlite’s eyes narrowed slightly, a hand passing over his eyes. In this world, he could bring someone from the brink of death, no, past the brink of death. And yet he still couldn’t change people for the better. What words were there that could convince the boy’s father to not be a terrible person? What words were there that could convince Fletcher to use words instead of violence next time he was wronged? There were no answers, and there were as many answers as there were stars.

Click.

A door opened up, warm light spilling onto the moonlit streets. Turning, the midnight-haired muse’s eyes widened at Farmer Cade and his daughter, coming back bearing gifts. A Woolen coat was pushed into his arms, totally incapable of matching with his elegant linen wear, but he found himself grinning regardless. Ah, it definitely was cheap. He was almost rich enough to buy a nice Linen Robe too. This basically had no real use whatsoever! But Cain tried it on anyways, the grace of the Elysid allowing the coat to be a perfect fit for his lanky frame.

Ah, shit, this was a bit nice.

“No,” the Flagbearer of Miracles smiled, “Your happiness is all the recompense I need. Raise your daughter well, Farmer Cade. She’s the one that truly saved you, after all.”

The muse patted the girl on the head, a boisterous spring in his movements as he turned to the others. This was the proper way of winning, right?

“Alright, who’s down for some post-quest partying?!”

 

"Hmph..." Aria was still pissed off as the piss-poor example of a father shuffled away with the boy in tow. Even after everything she and @Aalam Abungu said, the moron couldn't comprehend just what exactly he did wrong. People like him shouldn't have children in the first place, why go all the hassle of raising a son if he was going to let him die later? Oh right, one couldn't apply human logic to a monkey.

After everything that had just transpired, it was unsurprising to see most of the village still in shock. Only a few had the courage to thank the adventurers for fending off the vengeful druid. Two of them being Farmer Cade and his daughter. The pair of father and daughter returned to the party, carrying various objects with them. "Why... you shouldn't have." Aria muttered, her heart touched, so there were decent people in this hamlet. What they did, risking life and limb, was worth it. The good Farmer insisted them to take the rewards, Aria received a small purse of gold and while it wasn't much, it was the thought that mattered.

"Thank you!" The green-haired Ranger waved her hand as Cade and the little girl returned home. With a genuinely happy smile on her features, she turned to her comrades. @Curious George looked quite fine after all the healing he received from @Indra . @Kyupin Felnya had somehow befriended the brown bear, the very beast they tried to kill mere moments ago. Good for her, Aria knew the blonde Felis was very good with animals.

Finally, @Cain Darlite offered an offer that'd not be strange for modern-day Earth a.k.a the real world, just showed that no matter how much they tried to 'fit in', players would have differences compared to the 'native residents' of this virtual world. After-work party? Well safe to say, Aria was quite familiar with it. Enjoying a bar or cafe after modeling work with her friends but this time, it was with her favorite midnight-haired muse, her answer was obvious.

"Of course, Cain~" Aria skipped over to him, "I know just the place, it's in Stokbon! A cafe named 'Rocky Road'." Then she addressed the party, "What do you say, everyone?"

 

There was a saying the people never changed that we were so fixed in our ways that as we grew older, it becomes almost impossible to break. It was plain to see that truth in the village they so used to turn a blind eye to action like this, to pretend that such activities were not happening. It was a bit sad, but it seemed that it was the way that this village had worked and will continue to work. The boy would still have to take the abuse that seemed to radiation from the family; it was a sad state of affair. However, there was nothing he could do at this time, but he would make it a point to come back to visit that young lad if his guardian did not heed the warning then there would be hell to pay. That was nothing to be worried about for right now. He had completed what he said that he would now was not the time to push a change.

It seemed that it was time to go even the sun knew it for how bright the moon shined it was beading him to leave and return to what he was doing before. However just as he turned around to go a light spilled out across the darkness, illumining a path that a little girl walks alone. It seemed that there was something that the family wanted to each of them and the daughter had volunteered to present it to, she was a good child that one. He had a hope that nothing like this would happen to her family even again but one could never be sure. She was still a bit shy of him when she gave him a pair of glove that was to be expected she had just seemed him kill a bear.

Taking the gloves from her with a nod of thanks examine them, they were old and rough but still were holding together. That meant even though they were old they were well made he could feel the care that was placed into the hide when it was created. The family didn’t have much, but they will share the little they had to repay him, it would be appreciated. Slipping them on his hands feeling the leather wrap around his skin. Yes, those will work, turning towards Aria “So then if you lead the way I shall follow.”

 

Kyupin smiled shyly at the group as she approached once more, Persephone following at a slower, languished pace. Though the little girl's eyes widened in fear at the sight of the bear, she still dropped a purse of coins into Kyu's hands.

"It's okay," she tried to reassure the little girl, but the child quickly hurried back to her father's side.

Well, she hadn't expected differently. A village, afraid of her for what had happened. A little girl afraid of a truly gentle soul... It hurt a bit, but what could she do? She stroked the tired bear's head, soothing it with a low hum.

Though the others discussed heading over to Stokbon and celebrating their victory, Kyupin seemed to hesitate. "I don't think," she looked over to her two beast companions: a large wolf and a larger bear, "I don't think they'll let me in." Or even if they did, there wouldn't be space for her and her companions.

She tucked the coins away. "I promised to bring you home, didn't I?" she mumbled to the bear.

"I have something to do first, but I'll try to find you guys in Stokbon." Unless she fell asleep as soon as she got home, which was sounding very tempting. She kept that part to herself though and nodded at the group with a twinkle of respect in her eyes. And then that was it. She waved as she departed, eager to hide in the comfort of her homes to think over what had happened.

 

A blue light. Curious George had heard someone sit down next to him. He glanced over his shoulder at the...girl. The one that had been helping him through the fight. Indra, was it? George squinted at her. He was pretty sure clicking her name to her avatar should have been faster, but maybe the pain was causing that little hiccup? Pain she happily dealing with.

“Thanks” Curious George offered, and got a nod in return. He pushed himself upward when Indra moved away and enjoyed how light he was feeling. He moved both his noodle arms around like he was flailing. Light as a feather. George pushed himself to his feet and brushed off his pants.

Then the man and girl came and offered him something for his worries. “N-no, its fine, I don’t need…” George rubbed the back of his head, unsure of how to deal with this. He’d ran in because someone needed help. He hadn’t thought of getting something out of it. A little nudging had made George slip the gloves on and wave them around so that the little girl could see he’d accepted them. “Thanks kid. If you or your dad ever need help again, let us know okay?” He gave her a pat on the head and goodbye to both before walking back to the others.

“I’m fine with celebrating.” Curious George agreed. “At least until I have to leave, anyway.” His wife would be wondering why he’s spending so much time in the game.

 

Indra’s saw it all, how people could show the worst of themselves when in a dire situation. To her eyes, it stood to reason that they were frightened beyond belief - they were heroes, but they were still human beings. Nothing proved otherwise, and the main proof of that was how the village shut its doors to their saviors. It was a shame in the end, she’d need to head further north at this point, where she could actually sell her reagents and make some gold of this long and somewhat cruel day.

The illumancy coursing through her arm and to Curious George stopped once the lanky man moved on his own. Indra nodded in response to his thanks, remaining quiet about the whole situation. Despite feeling so gloomy, her face didn’t change, and the magecrafter could only think it was for the best. She wasn’t very fond of too much attention, either. As she got back up to her feet and patted her dress, the daughter and the farmer approached her with gifts. The blonde received a knit hood, and though it wasn’t the best thing she could ever wear, she gladly accepted it. More warmth to protect her from nightfall was always welcome, after all.

“Joyous. Thank you very much for this gift, little girl. Please take care of your father, and the same goes for you, farmer Cadre. Please, be more careful from now on. Both your life and your daughter’s depend on it.” She ruffled the daughter’s hair, before slightly bowing in gratitude for the gift received since it was only natural for her. She didn’t help anyone here for rewards. Shortly after, Indra made her way towards the rest of the heroes that saved the farmer and his daughter.

“Truthful. Forgive me, but I must go to a village north of Honeyhome, as much as I would like to celebrate our endeavor.” her heart sank as she included herself in that sentence. Indra bowed slightly, before making her way towards the large great-sword stuck on the ground. Her right hand gripped the handle, only to let go shortly after. That was not the proper weapon for her fighting style or magic. She’d keep notes from this fight to improve her combat strategies later. Leaving her old weapon of choice behind, Indra made her way towards stonefall. She’d need to take a break after going through all of this.