Male Healer LFG

You tighten the straps of your armor as you wait. You are wearing light armor with only a few enchantments, the best you can afford. You have a little protection but you can still cast. Your primary skill lays in keeping your party alive. For a moment you study yourself in a puddle on the street. A soft round weary face regards you with long blonde hair. You look the part of the male healer archetype you think with a slight smile.

After a moment more three more people pop into existence and you feel the street darken as you prepare to enter the dungeon. What you see concerns you, three more guys all of whom are large brute tanks. They are warring similar armor with clan colors and they start talking as they quickly ignore you. All of them are wearing full plate and carry heavy weapons and in one case a shield. Shrugging as they move ahead of you boasting to each other you hang back waiting for them to engage.

The entrance to the dungeon is pretty standard, once you are inside the building you go down into the basement and find a cave entrance and tunnel. That quickly opens up into a large pretty standard dungeon cave. Dark, few glowing mushrooms, sense of dread and unease it is all pretty standard. The first enemies you encounter are just normal slimes which the trio of tanks basically just walk over. More confident then ever they start moving faster but your sense of unease only grows. The stats about this place and what you are seeing just don't mesh.

You move slowly looking for an ambush. You realize it is an ambush when a rock slide hits all three of the tanks at once making them lose their footing. A squad of orcs comes tearing out from around the corner ahead and looking behind you see another two coming from behind. Moving closer to the tanks you start casting heals as you dodge orcs.

The tanks eventually managed to carry the day but not before you drain a lot of mana. You are breathing heavily as you turn and see the tanks still struggling with a few last orcs. You help as best you can but you can't really do much damage just heal. The three tanks lose like dented tin cans by the end of it and they move slower but still much to fast for your liking. They get ambushed two more times although the third time you help them get the drop on the ambushers.

Just when you think you have it together things change again. You move into a new area and plants are everywhere. You hear something as you trail behind the group. Looking forward you see one of the tanks splitting off from the group. You call out but he doesn't react and his friends don't notice. Running you hear a sound like metal breaking and you break into a clearing. You see the idiot in the arms of a beautiful woman inside a flower with a massive vine stabbing into his back. Before you can even draw your swords they are both gone in a flurry of a moment back into the thick garden.

Turning around you can't see your party and you start to panic you run through the garden until you come to another clearing and see another plant woman in the center of a flower. You try and look away but your eyes meet and it is too late. You can feel something taking hold of your mind and you are too weak to resist. As you slowly walk into the waiting arms of the plant woman your mind clouds further. As her arms and the petals of the plant close around you, things start to lose focus.