? Obviously. Failure...?

Keenan and you rushed forward, spirits defiant and roaring out in challenge... that died out and was replaced by terrified screams as hundreds of arrows darkened the sky and rained down on the newts.

For the players, this was simply getting rid of an annoyance, barely magical creatures that were beneath the notice of the most powerful on their group.

For you, it was a slaughter.

****, the two of you dug faster than ever before, barely managing a hole big enough to fit into. You managed to enter; Keenan’s gurgling before dissolving in particles of light was a clear way to let you know he had been a second too slow. An arrow missing you for inches didn’t let you mourn for your friend, this was still too dangerous.

DigdigdigdigdigdigKeenan!digdigdigDIG!

You kept digging underground until you could no longer feel arrows hitting the ground. Sitting and waiting, you cried a little for your friend. He would be back tomorrow, but it still hurt to see him die, the same way dying yourself never stopped being painful.

Ok, ok, I’m alone now, so I need to plan... c’mon, point of intelligence! Give me a plan!

For ten minutes you focused, brain and mind working overtime to make a plan that wouldn’t let this be another total failure. Of course, you only had one point in intelligence, so you came up with nothing.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHH! WHY IS IT SO HARD TO THINK SMART!”

Dejectedly, you give up and walk out of the hole, your fighting spirit snuffed out like a candle in a hurricane.

Though the ground was littered with arrows, there were no warrior around. This gave you pause. Usually there’s heroes walking through the massacre, looking for stragglers to kill or fighting other heroes because they claim they saw the straggler first.

Another horn and a distant explosion give you the answer: another guild is here.

“...This is perfect!”

You rushed as fast as your short legs could carry you towards the battle; heroes won’t pay attention to a newt when there’s an enemy hero in front of them to punch.

Out of your valley and turning right you reached a neighboring one, devoid of Fire Newts. Which is good, as you don’t want to see your fellows trapped between the Bloody Skull and the Arcane Book.

Powerful wizards, witches and warlocks, their mastery of the arcane is impressive. Sadly, their wisdom doesn’t change the fact that they are all bastards that like hitting you with lightning or making you blow up. Or hitting you with lightning and then making you blow up.

Battlemages fought the mercenary grunts in the middle, arcane steel clashing metals forged and refined to astounding degrees. Over one of the valley’s walls, sorcerers and witches offer support and shoot spells down over the enemy warriors, the Bloody Skull’s archers answering in kind from the opposite wall.

You don’t need a brain to know that entering the battle in the middle is a bad idea. But you could climb, so reaching those in the walls was possible. Now, who would be your prey-?

A stray magic shot impacted near you, blowing a crater and making you jump in terror, twisting midair and hitting the ground face first.

“...Mercenary it is.”

It took you a while to climb, especially with having to evade the occasional stray attack from the mages. Work on your aim, fuckers! They are up there, no down here!

But you managed it. Silently, you scurried past the archers, searching for a weak prey even you alone wouldn’t have trouble killing.

Too strong... too strong... too healthy... there!-no, wait, they just killed him.

Aldric the Marksman

Level 2 Bloodthirsty Archer

HP: 7/60

...Mine, mine, mine, mineminemineMINEMINEMINEMINEMINE!

“Mine!" You screamed while jumping right at the archer from behind, videogame logic letting you jump right at his head. The inexperienced player, exhausted and almost dead after his first battle, turned around at the sudden screech-only to receive a Fire Newt right in the face.

You activated Fire Aura just before the impact, maximizing your damage and causing the surprised archer to stumble back two steps.

And fall off the wall.

He managed to rip you out of his face before you took his last point of HP, but let you go as soon as he realized he was falling. His scream of terror was cut as he hit the ground, leaving behind a splotch.

You were only half a second behind him.