lycanthropy lynching [c]

Pax was walking about Tolbana, in desperate search of either a low level quest or a non-NPC craftsman. He had split up from his sister, looking for opportunities to further their reputation, and perhaps level up a little more before trying the more difficult things. He growled audibly at his own frustration. He could neither hide nor hair of something that could further his own agenda. If he didn't find something soon, they'd have to resort to a much more difficult quest. He began to run the options through his head, grumbling to himself as he walked along the road back towards the inn. As he considered which quest would probably be least likely to get him killed, he heard it. That shrill scream for help. It sounded like someone was about to die, but how was that even possible? They were in a safe zone on the first floor. There should have been literally zero chance of being endangered. More curious about what was going on than anything, Pax began to run towards where he'd heard the shout.

"If there's some way for people to be in danger in the middle of town," he muttered to himself, "I have have to know about it."

As he neared the scene of distress, Pax recognised both faces that were already present. Slowing down, he waved his hand slightly in greeting to both of them. He saw that both of them were very serious right now, but it didn't seem like they were in combat or anything? Confused, he opened his mouth to speak, and then he heard the sounds coming from inside the cafe. He turned his head towards the door and furrowed his brow, "What is that?"

Before he could string together any more words, a quest prompt appeared. E rank. He choked and looked up to both Saint and Comic. He did not recall this quest from the beta, and he did not like the chances of this being something he definitely could not handle. He didn't even have new armor or a shield yet. He blew air out of his nose dejectedly and shrugged, "I'd love to help you gals with this- heaven knows I could use the rewards -but I don't think I have the stats to even be useful against a monster as strong as this quest is giving us."

Comic waited, a little impatient in her foot-tapping, as Saint formulated a plan of sorts. She paced, taking a few steps to one side then another, waiting to see what kind of situation this Saint would put them in. It took the stress off of Comic's shoulders; she hated trying to hash all this out ahead of time. She was a point-in-a-direction-and-attack kind of player, who aggro'd every mob in sight and tanked through them as best she could in traditional games. That wouldn't work here, given the lack of true tanking skills for the earliest levels of play, but she could certainly give whatever she was charging hell.

Then there was the table, and then Pax. No, there's no way Saint would try something like that. It was foolish, at best, to expect Pax to do anything with that table that would benefit them... but if it ended up with Pax offed, that was on Saint's head. She had nothing to do with this and if Pax wanted to go along with it, so be it, she wouldn't stop him. Natural selection would take care of it as it had players before him on day one.

The sounds of struggle continued inside the building and the quest-giver NPC continued to fret in place. "What's plan b." She had no confidence in plan a working, or as she dubbed it in her mind, Operation Tablefucker.

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SAINT /// quest: Worse Than It's Bite
DIRE WOLF LV. 6: 400 HP | 50 STR | 25 DEX

You can invite others or we can try and fail? Up to you.

Pax let out an audible sigh of relief as Saint explained a little better about how he could prove useful. His imagination had taken him to a different plan that made much less sense. He nodded and thought about it. He looked at the height of the toppled over tables, and compared it to the height of the ceiling he just make out through the cafe's door. There was between three and four feet of clearance between the tables and the ceiling. Maybe less. It would work gloriously if the beast was as large as it sounded.

"I can get behind this plan," Pax nodded, realising that he was still literally useless in all regards of this plan, "no pun intended."

He walked up and nudged one of the tables with his foot, "Using the AI against itself is brilliant, Saint. If I didn't know better, I'd say these tables were placed here on purpose to make this quest possible."

He pulled out his sword and took a breath. Even if this seemed like a fool proof exploit of the system, there was still a good chance they could get seriously hurt. He raised an eyebrow at Saint, twisting his sword around in his hand, "Well if I'm going to be of any use, I'll need to be in the party, won't I?"

Comic spent the remainder waiting time shifting the weight of the chair back and forth, adjusting it as instructed in order to best prepare the phalanx-style defense they were going to enact. She also spent a bit of that time actually observing Saint; she certainly wasn't ugly. She felt secure in taking a look now, given that she seemed busy instructing and talking to Pax more so than herself. Given the fact that everyone reverted back to true forms with that mirror gimmick, she was... quite attractive.

Not so much like Comic, who was rough-spun and molded in blunt edges and rough hands, in scars all along her torso and blockish muscle structure, in tall height and in gravel voice, in a face that all too easily twisted into anger and scorn. No, Saint was smaller, and seemed to have been put together properly; everything was certainly in the right place at the right times, as far as her quick glance up and down could tell. That was just the quick look; no staring out on quests, not with strangers, not when you couldn't wake up and dip out of beds in such an enclosed world.

She readied by the door, waiting for the duo to move in before following, only giving a scoff and and eye roll at the pun. She hated puns. She was not a fan of the pun-maker, either, but this was the lot in life she drew.

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SAINT /// quest: Worse Than It's Bite
DIRE WOLF LV. 6: 400 HP | 50 STR | 25 DEX

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