The wind is hot and dry, and the atmosphere is filled with shades of yellow as we reach the deserts of Achmen to search for the wild card of our group—who chose to move back here after we disbanded.
By now, you're probably wondering what our group was called. Well, we were The Astranged—a band of wanted teenagers painted as utterly evil, wretched beings, even though we were only stealing small things to survive.
As the car chugs along on its relatively old engine, I hear the faint roar of a motorcycle in the distance. I glance over to check—and sure enough, it looks like a criminal with a bounty. There's a 10-billion-percent chance he's headed this way to try and claim our collective bounty of twenty-something thousand.
"Yo we got company!" I say smirking and grabbing a power enhancing potion from my backpack and downing it with a sip
"Seems like just a bunch of thieves really" Mortem says grabbing a handful of bones and a dagger from his bag
"Wait do I drive or join?" Brew asks clenching the steering wheel with glee
"Just sit still and let us handle this" I reply to Brew, his eyes painted with dissapointment however understanding her replies
"Fine fine I'll drive us towards them"
As the car approaches the band of bandits,the hot desert sun kisses my skin as I climb onto the car rooftop to jump onto each vehicle
Brew yells out from the car "Ok! Ready?!"
I tap the car with my foot for reassurance before leaping onto the nearest motorcycle and brawling with its rider.
As we trade blows, the bandit's ally fires a blunderbuss at me. The shot hits my stomach, but I'm unfazed—thanks to my hyper-regeneration, I don't need to worry about damage anywhere on my body except my brain.
I throw out the rider causing the entire gang to stop in their tracks to face me head on.
"Well what now hm?" I say in a cocky tone,clenching my fist tightly as they approach me with their varied weapons. The person that seems to be their leader wearing a mask resembling a plague doctor looks at me and asks
"I am looking at 10,000 Len defenseless and outnumbered"
I laugh to the ground before saying
"You really have no idea do you?" I say to taunt him which works as i end up flying into the sand
"How the-" I look up to a horrifying sight of a large fist and arm from His or her arm protruding out I respond to the eldritch horror "What the hell are you?"
I look around to find out the band of bandits gone with nothing but their motorcycles laying flat on the ground.
"Do you yield?" The Masked figure asks me in a threatening tone,his normal hand pointing at me
"Me? Yield?" I get up from the ground and heal all my wounds instantly as a purple aura sorrounds me
"A healing spell... Must you be a healer?"
He asks curiously however maintaining his guard
"Yeah that's right I'm a healer so what?" I bark at him
"An attacking healer eh? How does that work?" The masked figure asks with genuine curiousity lowering his guard
"Well I heal my muscles in the gym and during fights so the longer I fight and the more my muscles tear the more I heal them getting stronger each time, and I can also heal my energy to be back to normal so I'm never fatigued and I can also heal other things in enemy's bodies." I say with a threatening tone
"What other things?" He regains his guard
"Diseases...tumors...cancer cells...you know" I say making the figure jolt
"Now enough said" I charge onto the figure dealing blows to him but at the same time healing them.
The figure frees itself by making a leg protrude from his stomach pushing me away from the figure,with a beat up mask, he snarks and returns to the fight with 6 arms and fighting me in a strange manner as if a boxer had extra arms (well no shit) .
"Had enough healer boy?" I sigh jumping onto him then dealing the strongest blow and making him crash onto the motorcycle and the figure's mask reveals falls down revealing him as a man seemingly in his 20s
"Ah shit" He says before running to one of his motorcycles to run away and successfully does so...
"Son of a bitch I could've cashed in on his bounty if I killed him! I think he had 500 Len or something like that!" I yell into the sky with dissapointment.
"Is this what they mean by old man yelling at clouds?" Mortem Snickers at me however I glare at him to make him get rid of that shit eating grin on his face.
"Come on Semp we still need to get our little trash panda I mean we're basically there at this point, just a few more kilometers" He says while looking at the map after parking the car next to me
"We could've had a place to sleep in or a ho meal if we caught that bastard..." I look around to see the motorcycles left behind
"Wait...what if we sell the motorcycles?"
I suggest to Mortem and Brew
"But where do we put them? This car isn't big enough." Mortem responds
"Well I have a potion that makes things weightless if applied so they could just be dragged." Brew tells us while looking for said potion in his bag
"Welp there's our food and places to sleep in for the next few weeks" I respond knowing we finally have some income to aid us in the journey.
"Well let's get going then the city of Achmen is waiting you know" Brew tells us while smearing the weightless potions on the motorcycle and then tying them onto the car.
After the small debacle in the desert we continue our journey towards Achmen the city of sands and desert lakes to get the wild card and our trash panda, Inopinatus...or Into for short I suppose