On reflex Alisea smiled at Jack's attempt at conversation, though the smile came out somewhat grim.  He really was being too casual about this; however, by no means was she complaining if that was what kept him calm enough to fight.  [color=ec008c]"Sorry, Jack, but I can't see that as being relevant right now.  When I've had some more time to... adjust, I'll be more talkative, I promise.  Right now, I'm just too... tense."[/color] Alisea paused briefly, calculating the effect a silent march might have on their group.  It wouldn't be positive.  [color=ec008c]"If you're looking for something to talk about, why don't you tell me about your abilities?  It will help to know what each other is capable of."[/color]  And that conversation would be enough to bring them out to...

Wild boars.  Admittedly, Alisea had nudged their group just a little farther from the town than necessary to find them.  A part of her was worried about her reaction upon seeing the place where [I]that swordsman[/I] had been killed.  She was anxious about seeing the boars, too, but that was unavoidable.  So, when the first one came into sight, the magess quietly held her breath and waited for the emotion to come.

What she felt was... excitement?  The young lady had to pause and wonder why that was.  Far from triggering a memory of a player disappearing into pixels, seeing the boar made Alisea's hands tingle as they thought of punching that flesh apart once again.  She had expected--or maybe only hoped?--to feel some sense of loss or sadness or even rage.  But what she felt was anticipation:  an expectation that she would kill the boar, gain power, and earn quest rewards.

Further introspection would have to come later.  Her hands were impatient--and so was Fyaira, evidently.  The rogue launched toward the mob simply calling at her allies to back her up.  Alisea was more than happy to oblige.

[hr]Title: -
Class/Subclass: Mage
Level: 1
Health: [color=00aa00]300/300[/color]
Mana: [color=0072bc]1000/1000[/color]
Strength: 1
Agility: 5
Intelligence: 14
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Alisea ran through the basic stats of the first boar in her head, at least proportionally.  Its health was equal to three spells, two weak punches, and whatever damage that boy's flailing had done.  Its damage was high (for early game), but it's defenses were low, then.  She would have to conserve mana as she had twenty casts, maybe twenty-two with Payback.  Theoretically one per boar would suffice; Frostbite was for control more than damage.  The rogue's daggers would deal damage much faster, and the tinker's pistol offered better damage support.

[I]'Being a mage is hardest at the first; it will be better with a few levels,'[/I] Alisea coached herself silently in an attempt to suppress the rising irritation.  Internally resolving to search out where to accrue more spells the moment they returned to the city, Alisea brought her hands up in front of her to cast.  Eyes fixed on the boar Fyaira was about to attack, Alisea pictured it under her palms, the thick hide pressed against her finger tips.  Then she commanded it to freeze.

The magic shot out from the magess' hands and grasped onto the boar's side.  The flesh began to darken, first in the shape of two handprints and then spreading into a large spot.  The boar squealed as the cold burned into it.  It reared back on its hind legs and came stomping back down to face the one who caused it such pain.  Idly Alisea wondered how it could know [I]she[/I] was the cause of that spell, but had to dismiss the thought with the simple explanation, "Because it's a game."

Another thought crossed Alisea's mind just as Fyaira launched into her first attack:  would attacking the frostbitten portion of the boar do more damage?  Talrae was heralded as being so close to reality you wouldn't tell the difference unless you were searching for it.  How far did that hold true?  And how much could they use that?
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