Healer Woes (closed)

Healer Woes(closed for intriguess & 2 more)

Erika Angela
20
appareance: this is here click <3
innocent cleric looking to finally graduate by doing a quest.

Erika sat quietly in a corner of the pub by the warriors guild letting out a deep sigh after trying for hours to get somebody to help her and only getting jeers and daring hands for her questioning, she took the last drink of her wine and set out careful not to get her bouncy bottom pinched again, it had been a week already since she got her quest to finally be a full fledged cleric and be able to heal and help everyone as it was per dream.

The quest was to pick up some rare herbs which erika accepted with glee, her soul dropping to find out they were guarded by huge orcs ready to tear apart anyone who could step in, she couldn't do this alone, and no one in any guild wanted a healers apprentice even if she only needed the title, so she sat the the city exit and played with a lock of her auburn hair absentmindedly whacking a low level slime with her staff over and over her heart sunken to have her dream so close yet so far.

Bawdy Bitchy Bard

Clara, looks 20ish age unclear, daughter of a Siren and a Sailor who could sing

Appearance link http://i00.i.aliimg.com/img/pb/050/603/471/471603050_248.jpg

So she swears like a pirate and sings like an angel. Dresses like a sailor as well.

Clara was known as the bawdy bitchy bard, mainly because her main skill was getting a...um rise out of the crowd. In a tavern that could be dangerous, and in a brothel, well she had gotten tired of being paid in pussy. Not that she didn't like pussy, but brothel pussy could only be interesting for so long and so she had left, unpaid and unhappy.

And with no proper references, so she was stuck slumming it and working on her repulsion technique, a little something she had worked up for those customers that just wouldn't take no for an answer. So what if her mother had been a Siren and Clara's voice held more magic than the average bard? learning to use it had been her problem since she'd been foisted off on her father, a sweet but somewhat dumb sailor with a voice that could melt the panties off a virgin priestess.

Nicomo, the bookish accountant guild apprentice who has this notion of becoming a famous rogue. For this purpose I bought a sword and precious little else, no coat, no sturdy boots, only a sword. This however is still yet to be made reveled as I do feel quite flash and am willing to skirt the truth building this aura of an already accomplished warrior.

This is what I\d really look like, bit more skinnier perhaps

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And this is how I thought I looked like

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I'm sitting at a table near some Warrior recounting his exploits and I manage to cheer and toast at precisely the wrong time, every time

Clara thought over her useful skills, she was good at curses, and getting a rise out of healthy men. She'd developed a pretty useful detection spell, so far she'd used it to detect Magic, Detect Lies, and Detect Food. She had a pretty good idea she could detect monsters, but hadn't the chance to try it out.

She also had a Feast spell, where she could transform a small amount of food into a larger amount of food, but it still spoiled at the same rate so she'd bought dried beans, which worked pretty well.

Right now she was casually strumming her lyre and wondering who might be useful among the motley collection of would be adventurers.

Erika had vanquished the slime after a good half hour of hitting it with a staff something even new warriors could do easy, so instead she opened the book of her unnamed god, there she had written the spell of detect pit, one that she always forgot but for healing minor and medium wounds she was the best, she could also grant protection to fire and create a light but as for attacking she had nothing hence her troubles.

She was still pouting about her uselessness when two passing rangers spoke of the job board making erikas eyes light up and scold herself at the same time to forget it, so with a merry step the priestess headed to the board sticking a note for her request for help, in there she asked at least for three other people to help her, bouncing happily to a nearby stall she nibble at juicy apple eagerly, Erika had got some gold trough things she rather not remember so she felt happy for the first time in days since she was those horrible orcs blocking her way.

Then she recalled that most taverns held a job board, at least those looking for the kind of skills where a person could read, and she hummed a half remembered lullaby as she wandered over to take a look.

There in what could only be a Cleric's handwriting was a request for assistance, no one seemed to be interested so she looked at the contact info and saw the problem. First it was a girl, or she supposed in this day and age she should say woman, but she hummed a single note and ran her hand over the paper and found there was no deception.

Clara decided to go take a look and headed for the bar the Cleric Erika was staying at. She figured it would be easy to spot a young female cleric, and she was right. Erika stood out like a rose in a dung heap.

after posting the request erika moved to her seat and took up the apple again with a dismal relief. she tough she picked a good place to wait but it was full of rowdy men and women enjoying themselves, these moods were contagious for Erika having said no so several men impressed by their curves. One more day with her sitting doing nothing would have her in a frenzy these nerve-torn days, her god didn't forbid it but she tended to get carried on in those matters.

Until then, her notice of Clara looking at could only be Erika made her dart up as she plodded her way down the bar aisle past the rows of tables of men trying to reach for her voluptuousness, taking Clara's arm speaking eagerly and found their seat by blind reckoning. She eased on to the chair, and smiled wide more happy than she ever been in ages "thank you for coming!" she said flushing red at her outburst quieting down, didn't want to annoy after all.

"you must be Erika," Clara could sense the eagerness radiating off the young Cleric and something that was definetly not piety. Desire lingered in her eyes and Clara found herself thinking of other things she'd like to do to the young cleric. But she'd sworn not to use her power to seduce again, and something about the girl reminded her of Kendrick, her last male lover, and she found herself agreeing to help, without getting much information, rather she told Erika that she was good at detecting things, could feed herself, and was working on a charm monster riff, but so far it only put dogs to sleep. So it would depend on what level of intelligence the orks possessed.

She did not tell the cleric that it was equally likely she would only stir lust in the orks who would then rape and kill them, because that seemed such a remote chance.

Nicomo trembled. This had to be the night, no more delays. It was high time he rose up and took his destiny in his hands. He wasn't some bean counter, toiling away at some half empty vault tediously sorting out other people's fortunes, no. His life was destined for more and he knew it and, pretty soon, the whole world will. He had the sword now.

It took his life savings, but who cares? With it he's going to fashion himself a few new ones each dwarfing the one he spent on a master forged sword from the kings forges. Plus he looked cool swishing it about.

But time was of essence. If he doesn't leave the city before morning he's as good as doomed. Nicomo knew that, if he's here tomorrow he'll trudge on to the guild hall, take the test, swear the oath and take the apron and might as well close the book on his life. That's why he'll leave tonight, hopefully with some marauding party of rangers.

Or with her?The hourglass figured brunette that made short work of that nasty slug... Why not. If he's to have a girl in every port he might as well start now. Besides, warriors always get the best chicks. What did she post there, has to be some quest...

Nicomo turned from the board and saw another girl sitting with his soon to be first conquest. This is getting better and better. This is the life isnt it?. OK, deep breath, do it right, must make an impression. Most of those warriors and rangers are just tall tales and posturing. So posture you will Nicomo, posture you will.

"Good evening" he stopped, for dramatic pause, lifting his chin "Erika"

Kothe turned on the stool and watched the girl post a notice as he drank deeply from a mug of ale. The unwatered stuff - he'd made sure of that with a stern look to the one behind the bar as he ordered. He stifled a belch with the back of a gauntlet and wondered what a girl like that would be looking for in a place like this.

A man in his mid 20's, he was a head taller than most other men in the establishment, and wore his scarred leather armor with various straps and buckles like a second skin as he moved across the room to look at the notice board. Weapons of different sorts, mainly knives and a mace, were visible here and there about his person and he carried a two handed sword in its sheath as others might carry a lover.

His lips moved as he read the notice to himself, re-reading it a couple of times to make sure he had it right and nodded. There were worse ways to get into trouble. He strode over to the cleric's table with confidence and leaned his scabbard against it before taking a seat sideways on the bench as if he belonged there.

He nodded to the cleric, clapped the bard on the shoulder in greeting as if she was and old friend, and offered to clasp hands with the gentleman. Kothe's eyes squinted slightly as he considered where the man's talents might lie before drinking in the sights the ladies offered.

“Name's Kothe. I know things. Mostly how to hurt things before they hurt you. If you have need of some muscles, put words to the task and we can discuss payment.” The man's voice was deep and clear and he had a carefree manner about him.

Clara, the bawdy bard

Slowly two men joined the table, and it looked like their group was fairly complete, a healer, herself, the warrior, and what she assumed was a thief of some sorts as his garb did not match his weapon. Then again people splurged on gear all the time, but there was something shifty about him.

Clara had a few weapons, mainly knives, after all threatening to cut off a man's balls will get the word around, curse him with a dick the size of a cuttlefishes will get you thrown out of town. She listened as Erika outlined the plan, spreading out a map and showing what route they were going to take.

It seemed simple enough, but then again sometimes the simplest things are the trickiest. Clara ordered a glass of red wine, since she couldn't turn water into wine, as it was a higher level enchantment and one of the most difficult of those, she bought wine when she could afford it, and it looked like she could certainly afford it right now.

After much discussion and negotiating, they toasted to "Dumb Orks."

OOC you guys can fill in the conversation I just didn't have anything to add to that at this point

Erika smiled as the male with a brand new sword arrived, she invited him to sit with them, he had introduced himself as Nicomo, erika welcomed him warmly fumbling trough her bag and pulling a big square of parchment that occupied almost all the table, it was a Full Map of the whole continent, they were on the main city Archosaur, they would head northeast towards mount lantern where the orcs where, erika gleefully paid them half promising the other half later as well as pickings of any weapons they may get, after all she didn't need such things.

Erika smiled at Kothe sweetly, her mind flashed back to a few months ago to a man much like him her face turning deep red, memories of that person and that night turned her piety into something else, but at the least she got tools for her quest as the map and some gold, she had her trusty staff, the only thing truly hers, shaking her thoughts aside she smiled at the tough warrior Kothe "we make a great team you hurt things and i make you better!" she then smiled innocently "ill protect you!" then calling the barmaid she ordered enough food for them all to have their fill after announcing they would depart first light tomorrow, Erika didn't drank, she could as her deity was permissive of various.....things, but the alcohol got her drunk easy.

Nicomo leaned over the table knowingly and knowingly stroked his beard... well chin if were honest. He puffed his cheeks knowingly and rested his fists on the table, knowingly. Bengal Ridge, well that doesn't seem that far away, when you think about it I travel about the same distance every day to the guild and home, if you count the back journey to it as well. Though, this would be outside the cities' massive walls... hmm

"That is a long journey and its fraught with dangers" he gave a knowing pause "Bengal Ridge to fight some orcs..." you cant have too much knowing pauses Nicomo thought "But you have the right men for the task" he gave a loud pat on warriors shoulder. Overcome with giddy excitement he forgot about the lady in the company "er, and women too" there, no harm done, all present company included. Friendships that last a lifetime, this is how they're formed. The thought swelled his already giddy emotions and Nicomo straightened himself and drew a deep breath and it tasted of freedom and adventure. The very essence of him too, Nicomo thought

Clara could feel eagerness oozing out of Nicomo, as he postured and she rolled her eyes. She suddenly felt very old, she thought back and tried to calculate her age, but she had no idea how long she'd been with her mother, and her father was never very clear about when she'd been conceived. She knew that Sirens had a magnetic and amnesia like presence, such that her father remembered very little about that shipwreck other than he lived and his dick felt like he'd been fucking for weeks.

She turned her attentions to Kothe, sizing up his prowess.

Kothe rose to survey the map from a better angle. He hadn't often used one and it took him a few moments to get his bearings. Thankfully, the youngster's knowing manner gave him the time he needed to get an idea of what their journey would entail. Orcs were a nasty bit of business, undoubtedly. The warrior smirked at the idea of the wisp of a girl protecting him, but he couldn't deny the usefulness of a cleric were he to take a wound. Apprentice, he reminded himself of the whole purpose of this girl's quest.

He looked up from the map to see Erika smiling sweetly at him and flushing. He grinned and crossed his arms so that his considerable biceps firmed and bulged. Perhaps there was more initiating that would be done as this quest was undertaken. Seeing the girl abstain from joining their drinking, Kothe decided he would have none of it. “I don't fight next to someone I haven't shared a drink with, it makes for ill fate.” And lack of trust, he added mentally. He filled her cup, and that of the others, and toasted to their good health and fortune, eyeing each to ensure they drank with him.

The big man sat once more, and studied Nicomo's face and the stubble there, as he was clean shaven himself, with a well chiseled chin. “You tangled with orcs before?” Perhaps he'd sold the kid short.

He turned and noticed Clara eyeing him. He met her gaze unabashed and returned the long look, eyes catching on her knives and appraising them, mostly out of habit. The corners of his mouth lifted in a private smile. It was rare to see hair that long and that colorful and he wondered at how such a thing was done. He supposed it was some sort of bard magic. As for his prowess his weapons were simple and plentiful, suggesting utility rather than decoration. Scars were obvious along his arms, suggesting hardships and victories.

She had a feeling he just didn't have the brains to lie, and she took note of his various weapons and the muscles they were strapped to, and wondered if he was BIG all over. She left her mind drift, she'd travelled extensively both by sea and by land and so she was curious if they would be needing a horse.

The men looked fit enough to make the journey, but the Cleric's robes kept Clara from observing Erika's legs and more importantly her footwear. Then again she supposed if you could heal a bloody wound, what was a couple of blisters right?

Clara heard the warrior ask the Nicomo about his experiences. Personally Clara had dealt with a lot of human scum, but since Orcs tended to capture and rape women, she hadn't seen any while working in the brothels. A few half breeds came in, wanting to pretend they were more human even as they fucked like Orcs.

"So we set out at first light from the gate?" she queried. "Or do you want us to leave from here?" she waved her hand idly around indicating they would spend the night here together in some form.

Me, and orcs? Hahaha hell no.

"Me and orcs? Some people in the capitol call me The Scourge of the Orcs" Although for all the different reasons and very much different orcs, but best not dwell on that now, posture Nicomo, posture!

So Nicomo postured and said nothing else, valuable lesson he learned in the guild, the less said about the craft the greater the craft seems. This is the first time he felt the adage was worth the breath it took to say it. But glancing at the feet he did realize his spiffy shoes where on their last breath and his lack of a coat worried him as he remembered how chilly the winds can get outside the town walls so he downed his ale and excused himself only to appear 10 minutes later with overpaid boots and a brand new coat. None would last that much in the open, but hey, this is the life, aint it

"Scourge of the Orcs, are you? Huh, I always imagined him taller." Kothe shrugged and pounded the rest of his mug of ale. "Ah, let's not discuss the morning when the night is hardly begun!" He gave Clara a nudge and a wink and signaled for another round. "You're not eager for a nap already, are you? Although," he added as he looked around, "as far as lodgings go, this is a step up from my usual."

Erika's smile was sweet and full of warmth, as the half-breeds came in even as she felt the chill too, she crossed her legs and explained "there are three rooms ready so there be no troubles" after a second she noticed there were four of them as she didn't count herself "ill sleep with the friars, i mean at the place!" she corrected with a squeak.

Smoothing down the soft thin white material of her robes, she kept herself to herself for a second before hearing Kothe suggest to celebrate, so deciding to stay for a bit for her new teammates, She then smiled and gently took the strong ale as it arrived sipping it even if she had zero resistance to alcohol, just after her second drink she let out a small -hic- her face turning red.