Class: Mage – Lvl. 20
HP: 840
SP: 1270/1270
EXP: 2/5
Gold: 4
The Ruins of Bestiavite
Out of the darkness, a shimmering light brightened Crimsonia's thoughts just a tad. Well, not an actual light, but the figure of something hiding behind the few brick walls that were still standing was certainly a welcoming sight, if the figure wasn't hostile that is. The mage approached carefully, as even non-hostile NPCs had the tendency to be savage when they wanted to be. Even more so if it was one of those Beasts types.
No, no... It wasn't a Beast. It certainly looked like one, but they were more akin to humans with animal additions, like ears and tails. Feline, to be more precise. How did Phantasy World call them... Gecko... Hecko... Whacky-Gizmos... Ne-Neko! That's it! Those stupid creatures who sew cat parts onto their own body. Okay, not really, but Crimsonia's owner thought them to be quite silly looking.
Approaching the frightened cat-dressed boy, the mage spoke calmly, attempting to soothe the scaredy-cat and revealing herself as a friend, rather than a possible killing-machine. “What are you doing here, kiddo? This is no place for a young boy like yourself...” No response, only more weeping and sobbing.
“Can you tell me what happened here?” Crimsonia dropped herself on her knees, trying to make eye contact with the frightened boy's eyes. “I am not here to hurt you... Honestly.”
They Neko finally looked up to the white-haired mage, muttering a few lines about the mess they sat in before speaking up. “Bad people... I-invaded... D-did... B-bad things.” The boy cowered, crouching away from his supposed saviour. “P-people l-like... You.” Like her? Players? No, they wouldn't be able to do more than scorch one innocent person before having the ban-hammer strike them down. Mages, perhaps? Likely, or was this kiddo referring to those- No, divine pansies wouldn't be able to lift one inch of their finger.
Unless they were Cultist, maybe. But those were probably more akin to mages than anything else. “It's all right, I am here to help...” Those words were uttered with slight boredom and annoyance. Oh how Lillian hated to make persuasive gestures. She, nor Crimsonia, had time for such things, there were better things to do.
“Are they, gone? T-the Cloaked men?” Crimsonia nodded, there was no sign of any other presence, not now anyway.
“They are gone, here, it is best if we leave for a safer area.” The mage stretched out her hand, dragging the Neko out of his hiding place. Gardenia wasn't too far from here, they would go there...
No, no... It wasn't a Beast. It certainly looked like one, but they were more akin to humans with animal additions, like ears and tails. Feline, to be more precise. How did Phantasy World call them... Gecko... Hecko... Whacky-Gizmos... Ne-Neko! That's it! Those stupid creatures who sew cat parts onto their own body. Okay, not really, but Crimsonia's owner thought them to be quite silly looking.
Approaching the frightened cat-dressed boy, the mage spoke calmly, attempting to soothe the scaredy-cat and revealing herself as a friend, rather than a possible killing-machine. “What are you doing here, kiddo? This is no place for a young boy like yourself...” No response, only more weeping and sobbing.
“Can you tell me what happened here?” Crimsonia dropped herself on her knees, trying to make eye contact with the frightened boy's eyes. “I am not here to hurt you... Honestly.”
They Neko finally looked up to the white-haired mage, muttering a few lines about the mess they sat in before speaking up. “Bad people... I-invaded... D-did... B-bad things.” The boy cowered, crouching away from his supposed saviour. “P-people l-like... You.” Like her? Players? No, they wouldn't be able to do more than scorch one innocent person before having the ban-hammer strike them down. Mages, perhaps? Likely, or was this kiddo referring to those- No, divine pansies wouldn't be able to lift one inch of their finger.
Unless they were Cultist, maybe. But those were probably more akin to mages than anything else. “It's all right, I am here to help...” Those words were uttered with slight boredom and annoyance. Oh how Lillian hated to make persuasive gestures. She, nor Crimsonia, had time for such things, there were better things to do.
“Are they, gone? T-the Cloaked men?” Crimsonia nodded, there was no sign of any other presence, not now anyway.
“They are gone, here, it is best if we leave for a safer area.” The mage stretched out her hand, dragging the Neko out of his hiding place. Gardenia wasn't too far from here, they would go there...