The Snake Report Book II - Chapter 29

Chapter 29

[Snake Report]

"Put it out! Put the flas out! Eveth, what in all the gods did you just do?"

"I don't know! I panicked! It was just there! You know what Basilisks can do to a person-"

"Dren! HEAL IT!"

"I don't know how! It's not a human! It might be different!"

"Do it anyways! Go!"

"Oh lord of blessed sunlight, please grant your favor so that we-"

"Eveth! Do sothing!"

"I don't know-"

Wow, what a morning.

It was off to such a promising start, and yet here I am.

On the floor.

Voice of Gaia, give a good ol' Status!

"..."

Sure, sure: I expected you would pull that. Forced my lack of hands- fine then! Impersonation voice of Gaia! Status!

"Fireeeeeee, smoke on the horizon!"

Surprisingly, this isn't so bad.

Really, getting hit by a fireball is like... no big deal. I'd sorta figured getting set on fire would be a heck of a lot worse, but it's just not as bad as I'd expected- or didn't expect, really.

I didn't even have ti to consider the possibility before I took a glowing orb of fire to the face.

Beyond passing daydreams gone wrong though, I'll stand by my previous assessnt: the whole situation could be a lot worse. Besides, I've already learned sothing here. Sothing really important.

I am 100% sure I still have my skills.

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Well, my passive ones, at the very least.

Even if voice of Gaia won't tell about them, I'm obviously not dead right now- and I feel [Passive-healing] as it chugs along.

Keeping up, too. Whatever burning is occurring is being outdone, so it's probably stronger than I rember, but for all I know that's resistances or sothing.

Still, that's all good. All good news.

Whatever it was that got thrown at has the mana-consistency of blueberry jam, so I'm all sorts of wrapped up in it, yet the flas are barely scorching .

Creative sort of fire spell. Never seen this before.

Light roast... I don't think my scales are singed yet.

Hmm… It's actually kinda nice.

Like, I'm bathed in one of those icy-hot packs. Tingles a bit, but not unbearable or anything.

The olet, on the other hand, is absolutely ruined.

Managed to swallow so of it, but the rest is charcoal. Nothing left there: from ashes to ashes, and dust to dust.

I an, the egg was a little too well-done to begin with if I'm going to be a critic, but beggars can't be choosers. Just because I prefer them runny over singed, I'm not going to complain, although I've got no idea why she was so against taking it.

Mage-lady decided to just leave the sorry thing out there, pretty much untouched. Clearly, I could see it was getting cold. Who wants to eat a cold olet?

That's downright barbaric.

Hiss...

My first real human breakfast in ages, such a promising start. Go figure, soone would try to torch .

"Oh, Light above, it's still alive! It's still alive! Keep healing it Dren!"

"I'm trying! I don't know if it's working! I've never healed a monster before!"

"Eveth! Put out the bloody flas! For gods and rcy, what are you doing?"

"I can't! It's not that type of spell-"

"Get that towel then!"

Well…

I guess we've also learned that crazy mage-won probably won't be the end of . Anyone attempting murder is going to have to try harder than a asly little fireball.

Seriously.

Who slls what the rock is cooking?

It’s .

If you walked in on this situation and saw the grizzled looking warrior man hitting the snake on a floor with what might be an empty bag of flour- I think you'd say it's .

"Stomp out the flas Alem!"

"I don't want to kill it Eveth! Get so water! A bucket, a cup! Anything!"

Again, it's surprisingly, not so bad. The olet might as well be dust in the wind, and the heavy flour-sack beat down isn't great, but he's withholding the boots.

[Das Boot]

Could be a skill, maybe?

He's sparing , that's what I'm getting at here. rcy is being given in this extinguishing. I respect that.

If I rember correctly, my affinity is with fire and not heavy adventurer steel-toed cleats, so I'm pretty sure this is for the best.

"It's working! Get so water!"

"Gods damn you Eveth. We finally get a new mber to join, and you've murdered their partner!"

"On the first morning, no less!"

Ah... Flas are out. Finally. I was getting just a little too warm at the end there, but all in all I'd rate it a 7/10. Worth the experience, but might not repeat.

"Hisss!"

Woah! Don't just dump a pitcher on ! That's cold!

"Look! It's moving!"

"It's not dead?"

"It's alive!"

Well of course I'm not dead. I've survived a lot crazier stuff than this.

What would you even call that, a little bit of fire? Get real. Once I figure out where my [Spirit Attendants] wandered off to, I'm going to have so stories to tell.

Giant skeletons, cannibal eels, a hoard of giant spiders, dinosaurs: I an, there was even a tribe of blood thirsty Elves-

"AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYIYIYIYIYI-"

Ah.

Speak of the devil.