19 ♐ Trial of Three

[aim_exorable]

Who: Beast Master Darkleer, Rogue Bro Strider, Bard Summoner, Cleric Disciple
When: March 16
Where Exploring new ruins
Style: ???
Status: Closed

Well, Bro had expressed interest in traveling with Summoner and him during the start of the week, and with Disciple a valuable healer... Darkleer knew exactly who to contact when he and Summoner saw one of the quests on the board advertising an excavation of sorts.

Well, alright. Really, by the look of things, it couldn't really be graced with the professional title of "excavation". It was more like running into a dark cave and hoping things came out for the best.

Patting his musclebeast's broad back to soothe him- Arty doesn't like going into dark cramped caves- Darkleer looks to his companions. "I trust we're all prepared, then?" The odd tail poking out from his spine tries to curl loosely around one of Disciple's hands. Darnit, he still can't control the blasted thing.

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[rebull]

"Uh- yeah-" Staring at that tail... er, attention moving to Darkleer's face again. He holds his violin over a shoulder, glancing to the gaping maw of an entrance to that cave they agreed to head into. Looks like some fun.

"Stopped by the shop and spent a few points on potions if anything bad comes up." Pft, who needs these points anyway, he's fine without whatever they get him at the end of the curse. What could he want from Alternia anyway, besides to go back? And he highly doubts they'll bring a dragon here.

Summoner sends a wave Disciple's way and a nod to Bro when either show up.

[stridercentric]

Right on cue, Bro hops down from a nearby tree. He's not as smooth as he usually is (fuck this curse), but he's still doing his best to make it look impressive. He sends everyone a quick nod, then his gaze falls on the musclebeast. ...It's even weirder up close.

"I'm thinkin' we won't need potions either way." He shrugs in a nonchalant manner. Bro's one of those stubborn people who likes to take the hard path in games and avoids using healing items as much as possible. The difference, of course, being that this curse doesn't give you the option to reload your savegame. Still, he's positive they've got a good party going here.

[feralfanatic]

"It is a shame you do not think we will need them, I seem to have an excess of them from when I first woke." It was Disciples turn to walk up. She was had gotten a little more accustomed to the robes they had put her in for the extent of the curse. The large wooden staff was also a little foreign to her. This was her first real quest so she was a little nervous at the prospect.

She holds up a small satchel that contains a selection of strange little odd-colored potions.

"Hello," Disciple says, walking up to Bro. "I do not think we have met before. I am known as the Disciple." She offers a hand.

[stridercentric]

For a fleeting moment, Bro's tempted to turn that offer into a fist bump. Then he decides he might as well make a proper first impression for once and shakes her hand with a firm grip.

"The Disciple, huh? Well, I'm known as Bro," he says with a cheeky grin. "And yeah, I've still got all the shit from the starting point too."

Though, this isn't his first quest. He's been on quite a few already. From cleaning glitter off a guy's house to killing three wolves to something as simple as telling a stock boy about a spill. This'll be his eleventh quest.

[rebull]

"More like potions if you get your ass poisoned. But hey, they're mine, if you want to stay that way I guess I can save you from using them." A shrug, giving a small smile. Summoner moves to inspect the mouth of the cave a little bit more, giving Arty and pat on his back for himself as he stairs into the darkness.

A loooong whistle.

"Got a lot myself, can't say I've used any much either, but those remedies at the shop sounded good for a big cave we're unfamiliar with."

[aim_exorable]

"I believe it's better to be safe than sorry." Even as he moves closer to Disciple almost protectively- well, definitely protectively, Darkleer shakes his head at Summoner and Bro. "Try not to let your egos get in the way of our little venture."

Hopefully this won't be anything like the quest the Head Nurse sent him on that involved those poisonous slime... Darkleer sighs. "Well there's no point in standing around then. We have everything we could need, hopefully. I'll go in first." He's not entirely sure of the health stats, but he's pretty sure a big buff musclebeast has a better chance of standing up against an ambush than a bard, a healer, or a thief. Pulling a small torch out from a pack he put on Arty, Darkleer lights it and starts to step inside.

[feralfanatic]

"Bro, Well it shall be certainly be interesting to see how a human handles themselves when it comes to battle. You certainly look like you can handle yourself." She says with a playful smile, then turns her attention to the rest of her adventuring party.

"If it is poisons we are worried about, I believe I have the knowledge to cure such a condition... I think. I have not really had the opportunity to use any of my abilities as of yet. I can also treat minor wounds, counter anything that slows you down, and also provide some limited form of protection... and on that note... If you are going first, Darkleer, let me try this first."

She closes her eyes, offering a quick prayer in Alternian to the power of Light and points the head of her wooden staff towards her blue-blooded Moirail. For a second nothing happens, long enough to make her worry, but then a faint shimmering light flickers around Darkleer, wrapping him in its protective embrace.

"It worked!" She is positively exultant.

[stridercentric]

Bro doesn't comment on the 'human' remark. He just grins mysteriously. He's never seen a troll in battle before either, but he can only assume it's similar to how humans fight. If they've got any special skills like super strength or whatever, the curse probably nerfed them as badly as it nerfed his speed.

And of course, there they have the stereotypical protective healer spell. Say what you want about mages, but they're handy to have around from time to time.

"Perfect. If a monster comes out and jumps him, he won't be in quite as much pain."

[rebull]

"Hey, I got the potions, it's hardly my ego, but if you want to make me take all you sass for Bro's over abundance of pride, I'm sure we can arrange that later, blue." A glance to Darkleer with a curling smile.

As for a human in battle comment- Summoner kind of sighs, he'd like to jump into the 'battle' end of that, fight along with Bro and the others not that he thinks Disciple will be doing much fighting herself considering she has magical powers? She looks to be in about the same boat as him- support. Ugh.

"Right-" Staring at Darkleer for a moment. Oh right he should probably play something. Beginning of the cave, there might be- traps? He'll give a small, rather displeased sigh and pull his violin up to his shoulder, pulling up his rather complex looking bow, and begins to play a quick -Cat's Grace- to up the party's stamina before they head too far into the cave. He doesn't want to just be playing in the silence of the cave after all, giving away their position as the song echoes down the whole darn thing. So the lot of you will probably feel a pick up in your speed. Enjoy that beefed up ability for a bit.

[aim_exorable]

Okay. Darkleer is... fairly certain that he should stop speaking to both Bro and Summoner unless his life depends on it. He's already had a first row seat to witness how ridiculous they are on their own without outside encouragement. Maybe the darkness of the cave and the tension of going into unknown territory will shut them up for a bit...

With Arty going up a little bit ahead and Darkleer's free hand just resting on his hindquarters, the pair lead the way. The torch is a glow in all the darkness, illuminating them as they make sure that all is clear. It doesn't seem like there's anything yet. No beasts attacking him or Arty, no traps going off. Honestly, it just makes him more suspicious. Still, he gestures for the others to follow as he keeps going. They've taken up the quest, after all, it needs to be finished.

[feralfanatic]

So this was it, her first quest. She was getting strangely reminiscent about her time back on Alternia. Her and her rebel friends, preaching the good word, going where the wind would take them. It was almost like the charmed adventurer's lifestyle. Right up until then end, anyways.

Disciple moves to follow after them, more-so taking up the rear of the little group they had going. If anything dangerous were to happen, she did not trust her current physique to get her to safety.

"Oh, I did not know you played the violin, Lysunder. Quirk of your assigned class? It sounds... enchanting." Joke not really intended, her mind was occupied with the strange lightness of step she felt as soon as he started playing. It almost made her feel... normal.

[stridercentric]

The moment the Summoner starts playing, Bro gives a mean little chuckle. Bards may be kind of useless in battle, but at least they're good at handling their instruments. Who doesn't want violin accompaniment when heading into a creepy dark cave, right? The upping of speed is a nice bonus too.

He sticks near the rear of the group along with the Disciple, knowing full well Rogues aren't entirely fit to lead a party. Depending on what lies ahead of them, his skills may come in handy later. Right now, though? He'd rather not be a sitting duck. Even in the darkness, a flimsy torch being the only useful source of light, he's not removing his shades. After all these years, he's developed some amazing skills when it comes to being able to see in semi-darkness. He's not saying a word, he'll just watch and listen. If the quest's designed for shit to hit the fan in this cave, it'll happen soon enough.

[rebull]

Charming adventures, right, because this was all a game. Thinking about this world like that, Summoner wasn't sure how he liked it, a lot of times it all felt like just a game, but man, he was a real world kinda guy. Vatheon though- it was like a home away from home now, at least felt like that sometimes, maybe it was all right to think of it in more of a playful light? Well, besides all the drama anyway.

"Hm?" Glances to Disciple. "Oh yeah, this old thing?" Looks at his rather gaudy violin. "I can't play it normally, but uh, whatever happened to us gave me ability enough to play what I have to. Think I'm taking a liking to my new instrument more though." Grins, the violin moving to his sylladex and replacing with a rather crude new instrument. A rather large fish bone guitar, pretty dang sturdy too. And when Summoner strums at the rip bones it has a nice, deep, hollow sound, almost base like.

"Still not uh, exactly me, but it does me a bit better in battle." That and his songs effects are stronger, not that he knows that really.

"But really, Swipe, when aren't I enchanting?" A small chuckle, glancing up at her as they start into the cavern. A little ahead of Disciple and Bro, snugly set at Darkleer's rear- intentional implications all around- and idly slides his fingers over the curves and bones of his guitar as they move in. Kind of wonder what might happen first... All that's accompanying them right now are a few random drops of moisture from the cave ceiling, and the sound of dirt crunching softly under their feet.