Healers

The sound of overlapping sound effects was unbearable, everyone **** to defend themselves.

Small winged succubi had attached to many adventurers on the retreat. The giggling was incessant and served only to panic everyone around you. Crawling out from under the table bumping your head you notice flashes of green and blue light, the elegant arches of vibrant powder could only belong to the graceful healer class.

The warm shimmer of their afterglow was enough for a lowly NPC to be in ore of their colourful presence, powerful only in a certain sense you could always find an appreciation for three's collective efforts to support their allies. Your dream.

Though like many tested wanderers their grace was the first thing to leave upon being attacked. Painted expressions of worry grew in their eyes as mobility was shrinking due to raging fire above and a mess of shattered chairs, benches and round tables splintering every direction. Succubi had also carved out a few small areas on the ground where they could suck, suffocate, squeeze and ride their engorged adventurers to bliss under a mountain of cruel debuffs.

The closest healer in her swept dress was jaded green. Her talisman's gold, along with her bangles clattering on her thin wrists as she swept her hands high and low, sending forth her vitality. Her long loose sleeves are mesmerising, as is the quiet pitter of her feet poking out from underneath her long flowy dress.

When you reached their collective ora, your subtle skin vibrated to its healing touch, it felt like a warm breeze of safety, your bones and muscles felt for a time weightless, sparking a naughty amount of arousal as your eyelids fluttered to comprehend this strange satisfaction.

"Oof!" You remarked as you slammed into her silky robe feeling a hint of her fine slender curves hidden away under tied and woven elegant embroidery.

You did little to displace the beautiful woman in the midst of her task, though horrified she was to see your maids outfit. Suspecting you for another hungry converted succubi, she did little but slip away from your weak grasp, aided by her soft robes smelling of fine jasmine, elevating herself high above the chaos below. She did her best to maintain her new position whilst spewing out stronger blasts of fine powder to compensate for the surprising distraction.

Suddenly there was another large rumble. At first you thought maybe another fireball was about to strike, but this cold sensation you felt blasting through you came from beneath the scuffed wooden floorboards. Buckle, creek, before finally shattering into large pieces, the floor bulged and fell like the surface of water before being lost to the black pit that echoed below.

Screams of a few knights and the last of the cowering dwarfs that had thought they had slipped away unnoticed fell into the blackness while two barefooted healers hovered stationary where the floor would have been, looking down past their bony soles and polished nails to a purple glimmer rising with anger in its face.

Stood at the end of the shallow chasm you are thankful not to have been swallowed up by the dark, whaling with the cries of those below. Tracing the edge of the jagged hole trying to be careful as you stumble closer to the iron bar. A literal iron bar, currently commandeered by every defensive player with a ranged weapon. All are unaware there is a lach on the floor leading to the cellar, you know the doors will be locked to the outside but it has to beat being burt or molested to ****.

On your way there you find an archer hugging and scraping the edge of the chasm. His leg is hurt and he cannot pull himself up without the aid of another, he is terrified to see you in your dirty maids outfit on approach with your wide eyes, but he is further afraid of what he can't see below him, audibly indulging its self on those who were swallowed first.