Azarinth Healer

Gweneth looked on with wide eyes as the sky turned all kinds of colors. All the magic she had ever seen didn’t come close. Except maybe when the sun had started flickering. That one was more impressive but also worse. She made sure her aura was active when the bits and pieces came flying down again. What a stupid thing to do, she thought and jumped off from the roof she had stood on. “It did look nice at least,” she murmured to herself after landing. A grin on her face, she ran through the packed streets of Morhill, past the stalls and merchants, the performers and visitors, all of them ready to join the festival.

She dodged past a group of dwarves, one of them cursing after her with loud shouts. She rushed past a few Mava, the foxes following her for a short while, quipping with joy before they dispersed again.

Gweneth laughed and kept running, feeling the arcane magic flowing through her veins. It had been such a pain to get that Class, she wouldn’t ever not use it. Will need more mana, I can barely keep this up for a few minutes. She kept the spell up anyway, rushing out of the open southern gate before she skidded to a stop, her leather boots sliding on the pebbles. All around, she saw foundations set down for new structures. She frowned. She had liked Morhill when she had arrived here after the Extraction. Soon it would be just another massive city, like Arkamp in Asila. She spat on the ground and crossed her arms.

They’re late, she thought and glared towards the high gate of the city. Taking the teleportation gates back to Ravenhall would take longer than just running there, with all of those visitors around. And she liked running. She had always liked it but now, with her Class, she liked it even more.

Gweneth grumbled and started pacing. She didn’t like waiting. Waiting annoyed her. She had waited enough already. All of that waiting but now she was here. An Arcane Sentinel! Part of the Sentinel Corps. Not corpse. She didn’t like the word. Why use a word so close to another? The Healers, Lilith’s Legion, Arcane Monsters, three names she came up with on the spot, and all of them were better than Medic Sentinel Corpse. She stuck out her tongue at the thought. It sounded like thick volumes of history, like the notebook Paige always carried around in her pack. Yucky.

She forgot her thoughts and beamed when she saw the aforementioned girl step out from the city. She was smaller than her but not by much, wearing the same black leather armor as the other new Sentinels in Ravenhall. Paige had long shiny blonde hair and striking green eyes but she wasn’t really that pretty. Not at all! The girl looked cautious, carefully studying the foundations all around before her eyes found Gweneth. She smiled. A kind smile. A stupid smile, Gweneth thought and narrowed her eyes.

Next to Paige walked Ryan, the boy assigned to their group of three. His shoulders were hunched, his eyes focused on the ground before he scanned the surroundings. Like a dog that had been beaten, Gweneth thought. He was tall and a little bit muscular but not a lot. She didn’t mind him. He fought well and she liked that. When he fought he was different. Now, here, not fighting, he was boring and sad.

“Let’s gooooo!” she shouted towards them and jumped. “To Ravenhall!”

Paige smiled and Ryan glanced at her with an unreadable expression. His black eyes seemed to almost look through her.