1. Way too many!
- Being asked to read aloud the book that my character had authored, having a rapt audience, Shauna's Snailkin's reactions were especially hilarious!
- Hitting on everyone and everything... And successfully seducing seven different people! Thanks for being good sports about my character's forwardness, everyone! The numerous funny rejections were just as fun as the successes!
- Asking the Dark Elf noble "Why are you black?" and having someone respond with the traditional Mean Girls line as a response... Classic. I had to do it.
- Getting invited to go on several different Mods even though I was new, it made me (and my PC) feel so welcome, I made so many in-game friends and I love it!
- Wild Hunter mods! So awesome! Such a great idea! I went on both and had a blast each time!
- Just playing my character, getting a feel for her, a MWE very ignorant of the world, learning and reacting to all sorts of things, it was so much fun.
- In-depth conversations with people in the Tavern!
2. Nothing, it was perfect, you're all perfect!
3. Wild Hunter mods! So great!
4.
Aisling didn't like the sewers. They were dark, and cramped, and smelly, and nasty, and she was pretty sure she'd just stepped in something gross and was going to have to burn everything she was wearing as soon as they got out; not to mention the fact that her chances of meeting an attractive person down here were next to none. This was the second time she'd entered the sewers tonight, and she sincerely hoped that it would be the last time, ever. She had better things to do with her life than muck about in sewers- better people to "do" in her life. You wanted an adventure, she thought miserably to herself, here's your adventure.
At least the company wasn't bad. Talon, heading the group, was a nice enough fellow- strong but shy, in an adorable sort of way. As soon as they got out of here and she got clean, she was going to have to invite him back up to her room for some fun. She'd already made fast friends with Siegart and Zu, even if the other Tari Nor kept calling her a child (and she wasn't a child, she was eighteen, she was out in the world all by herself and everything, she didn't see why he thought she was too young to sleep with, it wasn't fair). Nazrat, who was one of them kin-people, she hadn't talked to him much but she was sure they would be friends; and finally some elf lady who appeared to have excellent tracking skills, following signs that were invisible to Aisling's eyes.
The tunnel widened and they reached a more open area of the sewers, Nazrat immediately getting to work sniffing with his long nose, the elf lady crouching low to the ground, examining tracks in the muck, Siegart examining debris with his nose firmly plugged. Aisling trailed inquisitively after Zu and Siegart, who seemed to be glued at the hip, her cloak held over her nose in a useless attempt at blocking out the foul scent emanating from all around them. A crocodile. They were looking for a crocodile. Aisling had never seen a crocodile before. From what she understood, they had lots of teeth and sometimes people kept them as pets. Were they like dogs, then? The little Tari Nor loved dogs, many people in her little Grove had owned them, including her own family, so she had been surrounded by them growing up. Perhaps crocodiles would come when they were called, just like dogs? There was only one way to find out.
"Heeeeere, Mister Crocodile!" She called out. "COME BOY! COOOOOOME BOY!" Her voice echoed in the chamber. Aisling began making kissing noises, calling to the croc in the same manner as she would a horse, or a dog. Soon, the elf lady and the rat kin-people called them over. Apparently they'd found the Crocodile's lair, and signs that he'd gone out hunting. Well, the only thing to do was to wait for him to come back. And continue calling him, of course. "C'mere! C'mon! COOOOOOME BOY!" Aisling heard whuffing noises from behind her. She slowly turned around, spying the largest ******* animal she'd ever seen in her entire life. This crocodile was at least the size of a horse, if not bigger. He was kind of cute, despite the gaping maw filled with razor sharp teeth. She said so aloud. Then, the crocodile charged, crossing the distance impossibly quick, slamming into Talon with a force strong enough to send him reeling, snapping his powerful jaws down on the man's sword, which, remarkably, held.
"IT'S FAST IT'S ******* FAST IT SHOULDN'T BE THAT FAST" The underground chamber filled with the sound of the youngster's shrieks as she scattered off to the side, forgetting her composure and scrambling in the muck, blindly trying to escape the beast's mighty bite. She eventually remembered herself and her job. Keep people alive, I have to keep people alive, Aisling thought grimly, turning to face the battle, though still keeping well out of the way. She knew her place as a healer was in the back. Moving to stand beside Zu, who was chucking blasts of elemental magic at the thing from well in the back, and Siegart, who was viewing the whole situation and strangely chuckling (was he mad?), the woman gripped her staff in trembling hands, mentally racing through her list of prepared spells, wondering what she could do, how she could help. Fortunately, no one seemed to need healing- yet. Everyone was still up and fighting. Would a Confine work? She had to try.
Darting in, Aisling chanted the words to the spell, hurling a blast of green magic at the creature. He stopped in his tracks, seeming confused for a moment- clearly the spell had not worked as it was intended. But it did something, for the mighty Crocodile had stilled and stopped fighting for the moment, seemly concentrating on throwing off the magic's effects. Falling back as the martially inclined of their group moved in with renewed vigour, Aisling held her breath, eyes on the battle, wondering if she'd managed to accomplish anything, wondering what she could still do. "Do you know any curses?" Siegart had moved up beside her, still frighteningly casual. For a wild moment she thought perhaps it was for her benefit, perhaps he saw the terror in her eyes and was trying to help calm her down. "Yes!" She gasped out, head turned slightly towards him, one eye still on the fight. "Perhaps Destruction?" He suggested, kindness in his eyes. She didn't need to be told twice.
Rushing forward, she screeched out "I CURSE YOU WITH DESTRUCTION!" and hurled a bolt of pure green, seeing it strike true. The fight didn't last long after that, the beast soon falling to the weapons of the warriors in their party. After it was all over and the crocodile lay dead on the ground, Aisling felt it safe to approach, crouching beside the body. "It's too bad, he was pretty cute." She commented. The body gave a twitch and a growl, its final death throes. Aisling screamed girlishly, jumping back, moving to the very edges of the lair as the others searched the body and decapitated it, apparently needing the head to turn in for their reward. Well, that was a great adventure.
