Renn: 1806 Renn
Dubstepp found the battle easing toward a certain victory. Becoming a trainer might have been the smartest choice considering the events that transpired. Those that chose classes specializing in close-ranged combat were forced to the frontlines. The individuals committing to the tank role such as the paladin and the swordsman were guaranteed to take damage. If luck ran out, the tanks would probably die first in combat. Then soon to follow are the ranged fighters utilizing magic and arrows.
Dubstepp recognized that it was an ugly thought, but this is what had been brought to his attention. Throughout the entire game, the musician had yet to take damage. Fortunately, Totoro proved a valuable asset in defense. Dubstepp imagined smooth sailing throughout if he just focuses on training monsters. With enough training, he might become untouchable. He smiled at the thought, regaining his full attention to the battle. A dart held in his hand as he contemplated on throwing it or not.
Just then, Dubstepp gritted his teeth. His knees buckled and bumped into each other. He witnessed the wolf-beast smack the paladin off to the side. The musician suspected the boss would continue to damage Dirk; however, another approach was shown entirely. After tossing the tank aside, the Fenrir’s Herald made a beeline through the group. ”Bastard,” Dubstepp muttered. His teeth were clenched as he wasn’t prepared for the wolf to just change targets. The wolf hybrid pushed two other players out of the way before making contact with the healer of the group. Dubstepp grunted, watching Karma get struck by a vicious claw stripe. He called out to his pet to follow pursuit, but thankfully, his rabbit was not needed at the time.
It seemed the final strike from the wolf hybrid was more of a desperation attempt. There remained only so much health in the boss that he died almost instantly. His attempts at killing Karma concluded unsuccessfully. A clear blessing as the death of a healer so early in the game would have meant an early death for everyone. Dubstepp panted after the flying pixels demonstrated the death of the boss.
Everyone appeared dumbfounded like Dubstepp. More than likely, they couldn’t believe the boss became defeated. Although, Dubstepp turned motionless because of one reason. The method in which Fenrir's Herald just directed his attention to Dubstepp worried him. He immediately recognized the superior AI. Fenrir’s Herald only targeted Karma because it acknowledged his healing capabilities.
This completely changed Dubstepp’s confidence. Sooner or later, this meant the enemies of Talrae would attack him head-on. He eyed the ground and floor, he sort of blocked everyone out as he began thinking. Blinking twice, he snapped out of his thought process before he was in too deep. Putting his focus onto elsewhere, he witnessed the spawn of multiple chests, relieved that the game rewarded them for their victory.
Dubstepp headed over to the see the collection until something transpired. The game annoyed him by placing all of the loot into the possession of Reylan. Dubstepp’s annoyance clearly showed on his face; his teeth ground in place. ”Am I being punked right now?” The musician whispered to himself. Sighing, he rubbed the back of his neck. He was not sure making a scene would benefit him.
His mood slightly became better when Reylan did give him his share. Though, Dubstepp squinted his eyes when he got his loot. Compared to the others, Dubstepp was the only member of the party that gained one item. His head swiveled when he speculated that this was because he wasn’t a member of their guild. ”Hmm, okay then.” He nodded as he talked mentally.
Turning his head, he looked over his shoulder to see Karma crying out. His health dropped a significant amount, but luckily, he issued a healing spell to himself. Shaking his noggin, he walked over to Aster who lent the abilities to the group. She informed the party of her rare item that teleported everyone to town. ”Took the time to mention that,” Dubstepp commented.
With a flashing glow, Dubstepp transitioned to the city. It was remarkable; the musician came speechless by the transportation. So many hours of walking were regained because of one single item. Dubstepp released a short chuckle as he admired the city lights. Even though they weren’t real, he felt a lost warmth. “Thanks, Aster.” Dubstepp thanked his fellow player and began walking down the street without another word.
While walking, his pet rabbit followed through. Dubstepp took some steps and coughed, ”Sorry, pal. I think I’m going to venture alone for right now.” His rabbit monster growled in return. ”See ya later, buddy.” Dubstepped teased. With one snap of fingers, Totoro got sent back to his owner’s pocket.
Dubstepp then began humming to himself as he walked the almost empty streets. He wondered if he should start shopping for supplies. He did not know what exactly he needed and he did not feel like rushing. The teen stopped in place with his hands in his pockets. Smacking his lip, he tried thinking what he could do at such a late hour.
Swaying his head to the left and right, he guessed that looking in the morning would be the best bet. He would not have to rush. Another positive is that he could better understand how to spend his money. Pulling out a handful of coins, he was thankful for the money he received. Maybe he could build his spells? Or he could add another member to his arsenal?
Dubstepp told himself to stop thinking. He needed to vent. The musician headed down the road more. He wanted to get away from the others but find a safe place. Browsing the other buildings, he found a secluded bar. It did not look like it had much business. If anything, people were actually leaving to their rooms for the night. Sighing, Dubstepp nodded his head and walked inside.
He took a seat at the bar. Cracking his knuckle, he waited for the bartender to ask him what he wanted. With a grunt, the server pondered what the trainer was thirsty for. Dubstepp responded quickly with a vanilla answer. ”Just an ale, please.” The bartender understood and completed the order within a few seconds. The only people inside the bar was the bartender himself, Dubstepp, and a few others.
While sipping on his drink, Dubstepp paid the bartender plus a tip for his services at such a late hour. Looking around, the place was barrenly proving a quiet experience. Dubstepp spotted a lot of empty seats. Something caught his eye though. In the corner of the stage, a wooden platform stood. It was a stage accompanied by a lute and a stool.
”Mind if I-” Dubstepp pointed his thumb to the stage. The bartender shrugged his shoulders. With that, the musician downed his drink with a few gulps. He climbed onto the stage and sat on the stool. He nestled the lute onto his lap. With a sigh, he began strumming it a bit.
“I’ve always meant well,
Running a thousand tall tales,
Under a spell,
No wonder I can’t yell,
Look at me starting to dwell,
Dramatic as Adele,
Catching feelings, that’s what smells,
No cologne or hair gel,
Fighting and sleeping in hotels,
Got a secret to tell,
In this hell,
I find myself fragile like an eggshell,
No mito, no powerhouse cell,
Doesn’t look well
I stand here worrying,
As death is hurrying,
And I’m left carrying,
All this stress and whatnot.
Filled my head with broken thoughts,
What is happiness, I forgot,
Go ahead and take my mugshot,
Cuz’ I’m on an onslaught,
cannot spot or slot a winning jackpot,
Cannot knot this grinning ascot,
Always losing, a not hot shot,
Mask emotions like a robot.
I try to keep appearances,
Confidence is in the clearances,
Though I still climb those pyramids,
I’m in a deep abyss,
Counting ticks, watching ABC for kids,
Sometimes ignorance is bliss.
This is how I spend my time,
Making rhymes, vodka with just a hint of lime,
Then a stomach ache, faces fake, too much stake,
Drowning lakes and loud earthquakes keep me awake,
I wait for daybreak, trying to smell the pancake
But all I can sniff is a mistake and hard to keep keepsakes,
Do myself a favor and do a retake on this remake, scratching myself a sweepstake,
As I take the coffee break and watch my intake,
Yeah, I’m fighting this unwanted mood,
How can I reach the altitudes with this broken attitude,
Trying to get screwed and pursued,
All I get is sued and misused, chewed like barbecued food
C’mon dude, ain’t that rude,
Solitude is tattooed in clear view,
One thing I have is gratitude
Because I can now handle worse,
Hit me with that remorse, divorce, and all-powerful force,
Bright side, sent to the hospital with a wet nurse,
Make a report, putting the G back in G-force,
I’m not good at sports,
But I’ll make a touchdown.
Dubstepp is the noun, hands down,
take you downtown, all smiles--no frown,
Take this red nose because I’m no clown,
But I’m a king so give me my crown.”
Dubstepp stopped strumming. He took a breath and looked out of the stage. Getting back to his feet, he placed the lute back. Without anything else, he headed out to his room.
Dubstepp used 7 Renn [Ale]