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coddle to the cap.”
Jesse and Amos stepped away from Paul and stood beside Claire. The druid lifted her chin. “She’s right. And he was never out of our reach anyway. Do you think one pidly level one goblin is going to do him in? Have a little faith in us.”
Amos nodded. “Really, man, he can probably regenerate health faster than that thing could take it.”
Paul lowered his head.
Tim patted Paul on the shoulder as he stepped up beside him. “They’re right, you know. He’s got to learn and the danger here isn’t that great. This is a place he could solo at his level if he was patient, and he’s got a solid group of the most experienced players around backing him up. Better to let him go hog wild now than toss him into the deep end later.”
Paul nodded a few times. “Yeah… okay.”
Tim punched Paul in the shoulder. The others were already moving toward the closest goblins.
Jesse lifted her hands. “Burninating the goblins.”
Toby lifted an eyebrow as he walked beside her. “You know, you come across kind of aggressive for a druid.”
She raised her chin into the air. “I am nature’s unbridled wrath.”
Claire shook her head. “You are nature’s pyromaniac.”
“Also that.”
Amos lifted his bow, an arrow already resting on it. “Speaking of which…”
“Yeah, yeah.” Jesse twisted her hand into the symbol she had used to throw fire and the tip of the arrow burst into flame. Amos drew back the bow and fired, striking a distant goblin. The arrow pinned the creature to the ground while the fire effect burst out from the arrow on impact. Several goblins screamed and turned to face them, fire dancing over their skin.
Toby stood staring at the carnage. “Whoa. You can mix abilities across classes?”
“Uh… yeah?” Jesse tilted her head. “Right, right. Nubsauce.”
Amos nodded. “One of the main reasons to group up. Casters all have some built in support. It’s only guys like you and Tim that are pure damage.”
“Huh.” Toby’s eyes widened as a humming sound grew around him. He held up his arms to see blue light swirling about them. The light coalesced into the shape of plate armor, the parts standing open and floating in the air before clamping shut around his arms. He could still see his arm through the clear blue armor, which faded from sight after a moment. An icon appeared next to his name in the group list.
A shield. One just like it was beside Paul’s name, and a bright blue line linked them.
Claire gave Paul a level stare. “Shouldn’t the tank be guarding the main healer?”
Paul nodded. “While that is standard practice… you already have a higher defense than he does. He’s melee DPS, so taking hits is largely unavoidable. Barbarian’s aren’t designed to be marathon fighters. He needs all the help he can get right now.” He held up a hand. “I know, I know, he has to fight, too. Fine. But lets have an ounce of caution, at least.”
Claire shrugged. “Fair enough.”
“That does mean you need to be a bit more mindful of your healing aggro.”
“Yeah, yeah.” She waved dismissively as the goblins started to close. She held the hammer’s handle in one hand and bounced its head on the open palm of her other hand. It didn’t appear she had much intent to heal anything.
Tim appeared out of nowhere and laid a hand on her shoulder. “Hold up. Let’s test this sword of his.”
“Beg pardon?”
He shrugged. “We have plenty of time here, and he needs to get some batting practice in anyway. Let me and Amos go at a few, then send him. Our weapons have stats so it should give an idea of how much stronger his is.”
Paul rubbed at his chin. “I guess… healers-”
Claire rolled her eyes. “I’m watching, I get it.”
Jesse sighed. “I’m not healer speced…”
The cleric looked aside at her. “You’re level one. You’re not anything speced. And you do have a heal.”
“Blah, blah, blah.” Jesse held up a hand with a ball of flame
Jesse and Amos stepped away from Paul and stood beside Claire. The druid lifted her chin. “She’s right. And he was never out of our reach anyway. Do you think one pidly level one goblin is going to do him in? Have a little faith in us.”
Amos nodded. “Really, man, he can probably regenerate health faster than that thing could take it.”
Paul lowered his head.
Tim patted Paul on the shoulder as he stepped up beside him. “They’re right, you know. He’s got to learn and the danger here isn’t that great. This is a place he could solo at his level if he was patient, and he’s got a solid group of the most experienced players around backing him up. Better to let him go hog wild now than toss him into the deep end later.”
Paul nodded a few times. “Yeah… okay.”
Tim punched Paul in the shoulder. The others were already moving toward the closest goblins.
Jesse lifted her hands. “Burninating the goblins.”
Toby lifted an eyebrow as he walked beside her. “You know, you come across kind of aggressive for a druid.”
She raised her chin into the air. “I am nature’s unbridled wrath.”
Claire shook her head. “You are nature’s pyromaniac.”
“Also that.”
Amos lifted his bow, an arrow already resting on it. “Speaking of which…”
“Yeah, yeah.” Jesse twisted her hand into the symbol she had used to throw fire and the tip of the arrow burst into flame. Amos drew back the bow and fired, striking a distant goblin. The arrow pinned the creature to the ground while the fire effect burst out from the arrow on impact. Several goblins screamed and turned to face them, fire dancing over their skin.
Toby stood staring at the carnage. “Whoa. You can mix abilities across classes?”
“Uh… yeah?” Jesse tilted her head. “Right, right. Nubsauce.”
Amos nodded. “One of the main reasons to group up. Casters all have some built in support. It’s only guys like you and Tim that are pure damage.”
“Huh.” Toby’s eyes widened as a humming sound grew around him. He held up his arms to see blue light swirling about them. The light coalesced into the shape of plate armor, the parts standing open and floating in the air before clamping shut around his arms. He could still see his arm through the clear blue armor, which faded from sight after a moment. An icon appeared next to his name in the group list.
A shield. One just like it was beside Paul’s name, and a bright blue line linked them.
Claire gave Paul a level stare. “Shouldn’t the tank be guarding the main healer?”
Paul nodded. “While that is standard practice… you already have a higher defense than he does. He’s melee DPS, so taking hits is largely unavoidable. Barbarian’s aren’t designed to be marathon fighters. He needs all the help he can get right now.” He held up a hand. “I know, I know, he has to fight, too. Fine. But lets have an ounce of caution, at least.”
Claire shrugged. “Fair enough.”
“That does mean you need to be a bit more mindful of your healing aggro.”
“Yeah, yeah.” She waved dismissively as the goblins started to close. She held the hammer’s handle in one hand and bounced its head on the open palm of her other hand. It didn’t appear she had much intent to heal anything.
Tim appeared out of nowhere and laid a hand on her shoulder. “Hold up. Let’s test this sword of his.”
“Beg pardon?”
He shrugged. “We have plenty of time here, and he needs to get some batting practice in anyway. Let me and Amos go at a few, then send him. Our weapons have stats so it should give an idea of how much stronger his is.”
Paul rubbed at his chin. “I guess… healers-”
Claire rolled her eyes. “I’m watching, I get it.”
Jesse sighed. “I’m not healer speced…”
The cleric looked aside at her. “You’re level one. You’re not anything speced. And you do have a heal.”
“Blah, blah, blah.” Jesse held up a hand with a ball of flame
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