Fáfnir was in the middle of pondering the finer things in life when he was met with his first encounter of his new life.
"Can I still taste spicy foods?" The thought frightened him to no end when he heard a lot of screaming and yelling coming from the forest that surrounded the road. He turned towards the sound, and before he could even begin pondering if he should go check it out, something came flying out of the trees towards him. It hit him at full force, and he slid back a little away as he caught what had been thrown at him.
The thing in his arms was a six-foot-tall Lizard-woman. Her scales were a light tanish orange that was almost yellow, with a light tan lower jaw, she had long black hair and her eyes were a venomous looking shade of purple . She looked at him, and he looked at something else for a moment too long.
"What? Do you like what you see?" she questioned blandly. He, in turn, gave his honest response.
"I didn't know Lizard ladies had breasts," He declared in a befuddled tone. Female Lizard people in the game had been flat as washboards, so this was a first for him.
"Well, Female Lizardfolk do; now, how about you stop staring before my gratitude for you catching me wears thin?" He averted his eyes and helped to set her back to her feet as a Lizard-man can running out of the trees.
"Dam," he said in shock. "How are you already standing?"
"A wandering pervert caught me," She said as she motioned behind her, having started walking back into the forest, "Speaking of whom, judging by your gear and your ability to catch me, you must at least be a silver-ranked adventure,"
"I am not," he replied honestly. "I am unemployed,"
"Well then, congratulations, you just earned a hell of a referral from me; how about you come help my brothers and me take this orge down, and maybe you'll have a good enough tale to get a job,"
"Better than being a hermit," he decided as he followed after the two Lizard people, who picked up the pace and rushed towards the noise. Soon, they arrived at a spot where a massive blue beast had uprooted a lot of trees, it had a long nose, long tangled green hair, and only one ear. The spot where its other should have been was a bloody stump.
A total of three other Lizardfolk were taking turns stabbing at it with spears and falling back as the oger swung at them with its massive, albeit cut-up, arms.
"Fall in line and strike when you can," The Lizard-woman called back. The brother who had come to get her returned her spear, and they both jumped into jabbing at the ogre, leaving their new guest with one problem.
"The fuck do I do here?" he pondered, "I can't just use curse magic, I'll bet my mask it's considered evil magic, and I'd like that Lizard lady to be my friend…I'd like all the lizards to be my friends, not just the stacked one, dammit," Irritated by how much he liked looking at a Lizard of all things, he chose to use what was available to him, a lot of the skills that passively increased curse and his bardic skills, also increased a few other skills, so he had a very small arsenal of spells to work with since he was lacking any instruments to activate his bardic abilities with, with all his monk skills just being passive punch bonuses and auto combo attacks he wasn't sure would work now that he was no longer in a game.
Thanks to his choice of race, his speed, amoung other things, was through the roof, so in theory, he should be impossible to hit so long as he stayed on his toes.
After checking, he found he had the Elemental song spell and figured that was his best bet since the other batdic spells all requried an instrument to start up and he didn't have time to figure out how or if his inventory would open, and any monk powers would put him in punting distance of the beast.
He waited till the Lizard-Woman got a good sab into the ogre's leg, and took a deep breath before whisling the tune of dasiy bell, a small ball of fire materalized and threw itself to the target, hitting the ogre square in the shoulder and both burning him slightly as more fire balls began encircling Fáfnir as he whistled, attacking in time with his tune.
"Hot Dam," one of the Lizardfolk called out. "It's a wandering pervy mage," Fáfnir could be seen physically deflating at his attack being treated as little more than an opening for a joke, and in turn all his flames fizzled out at once when he stopped whistling, the Lizard-man who had mocked him immediately tried to take it back. "They were all great shots, solid hits, fucked that guy up,"
Seeing an opening, the ogre swung at the Lizard-man; unable to move out of the way in time, the Lizard-man thought, for just a moment, that he might be about to die when a set of arms wrapped around him, and he was swiftly carried out of the way.
"I'm not a pervert," Fáfnir muttered as he set the lizard man down. The ogre looked around in confusion as his quarry seemingly vanished; Fáfnir ran up to him and looked around to aid him as he leaned against his leg.
"I think he went that way," he said helpfully. The ogre swung, and once again, Fáfnir moved out of the way, now standing on his other side. "I think you got 'im," he called up to the ogre, who swung again. Doubting it would work again, Fáfnir used his cloak to fly up and land on his nose. "Did you get him?"
He fully expected the ogre to learn from its mistakes and try to buck him off like a bull, buying the Lizards time to charge him, and instead watched in awe as it balled up its fist and swung at him with all its might. He flew up out of the way and watched the ogre punch its own lights out.
"Oh…wow," he landed once the ogre crumbled to the ground, its nose broken and a few teeth gone. "I gotta be honest, I didn't think that would work,"