Important note- they don’t see drider armour. And barding doesn’t fit my body.
Damn arachnophobes.

Not that this padded armour fits me. I can’t even close all the buckles because my- or Gabriella’s- boobs are too damn big. So I just need to settle for a somewhat guarded torso, and hope I don’t have any vitals in my thorax, abdomen or the middle of my chest.
I doubt I’m so lucky. I’ve got a pulse and feel hunger.

But I’m armed up- got four arms, so dagger, spear, and two bows, plenty of arrows ready to go. No sense in risking my hide if I can stay at range.


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I never got the appeal of window shopping. But spotting people’s builds? That’s another wonder entirely, and around the quest noticeboard in town, there’s an abundance. Most are subpar, ranging from level 1 to 3 at most- orc paladins, elf wizards, gworc fighters- but a few properly caught my eyes.

HellFang
<Gnocre Scarbearer>- I’m not a furry but I might be in love. So, Scarbearer is a tank class focussed on taking damage and hanging on- their resistances and abilities bolster the closer to death they are. Gnoll, orc and ogre all have similar abilities, bolstering damage and offence and speed. If she gets below 10% health, she could be equal to someone five or ten levels above her. A-Class Build.


Lucian
<Angelic Diabolist>- Yeeeesh. Walking edgelord contradiction. And despite what most think, it is better to be a Master of One than a Jack of All Trades. Dude’s split between unholy and holy methods, with most of his power deriving from entities that will give him the worst deals possible. F-Class trash.


ALL0Y
<Quintessal Druid>- Maniac mixed a Golem, Djinni, Afrit, and Deep One… not gonna lie, impressed the Dev’s made a contradictory elemental species. They’re weird, but the sheer breadth of options they can get, which could all synchronise if they’re smart, is a lot of potential. B-Class weirdo.


Unfortunately, none of these noobs seem to recognize me as an S-class build. No matter if I asked to party up with my shrill squeaky voice or text chat, these idiots assume I’m another edgy newbie.
Some folk are never happy.

And some folk are always happy.

Flint
<Orunar Skald>- The closest he could get to Goliath Bard. Because that’s the only thing the idiot plays. Big, preferably grey, and musical. Veteran readers might even recognize the name since we’ve been in guilds before, and irl stuff, not that he recognized me. Good people, but damn is he annoying.

“Wench, pester these fine folk no longer, they are scared by your beastly visage!”

He’s a roleplayer. Once he turns on the little switch in his brain, this is it. In fact this is way more than normal- was he toning it down for me before?!

“Your feminine wiles will not work on me, wench- my one and only love is music herself, and the tales of glory that will litter this landscape!”

<Dude I’m litrlly just standing here >:( >

“Indeed, skittering and pestering back and forth- what curse has left you so foul?”

<Gloomspire Tomb>

So he decided that I was mute and needed to quest in order to recover my stolen voice. Which is why he’s good people. Annoying as he is, he always tries to help. Even someone he assumes is just a weird noob.

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Flint doesn’t do fast travel. I’m not sure I can fast travel. But I’ve put in more steps today than I have in memory. Having triple the number of legs will do that.

We did run into a couple of random encounters because of it. Wolves, twiggans, travellers, was glad to have him. Skald isn’t top tier, it’s a support-warrior class that gains momentum in combat, and Flint’s throwing out dual-maces, calling them his drumsticks, and a rhyme at the beginning and the end. I don’t know if he’s just great at improv or he has a stock, but he’s really embodying the Skald.

That RP did involve forcing me to hunt elk though. Dual Wielding bows is tougher than I expected. Either I can’t line up my vision with the target, or I twang myself in the tits- in Gabriella’s tits- something nasty. Spooked it and had to chase it until I lined up a shot then got my spears into it.

Food’s good at least. I was so hungry by the time the blasted elk went down that I almost just ate it raw- that’d be half the hunger saturation and a chance at food poisoning! No thankyou. Flint did some good campfire cooking, though the cheeky bastard suggested setting up archery targets for me.

<Are you a tutorial? :/ >

“Practice makes perfect, little curseling. I didn’t master the power of rock for many many years.”

<Rock music. No. No.>

“Oh yes, once you’ve got your voice back, I’ll teach you to sing rock and stone, sister!”

I can never let him hear me talk. I’d die of cringe. At least we made it to the tomb, and all the ghosts a girl could eat.

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First attempt at dialogue this time around! And fun to examine the other weird build combinations possible in this setting, before we finally start levelling up.