IN MOUNT MA'ALL! Ugh, you know what, I'm taking a day off, Typeface McGee seems perfectly capable of this on their own. See you tomorrow!
"What was that you said? An Edge of the Lord Magisword?"
Planting one hand on her hip in thought, Vambre cocked an eyebrow. It sounded like a tall tale, to say the least. When Noville opened the dusty tome, she broke down in a coughing fit.
"S-sorry," he said meekly. "I got this in the other day. A strange man with dark eyes and sharp teeth gave it to me. He didn't look like he was from around here at all."
As Vambre peered upon the letters, her brother Prohyas was lost in a world of his own, per the usual for him. He did not care much for reading books.
As he pranced around absent-mindedly, he pulled out one book from a nearby shelf and giggled like a schoolboy. "Heh heh, this book is about butts."
With a well-aimed flick of his Swish Navy Magisword, Noville conjured up a very long arm with a tiny hand on the end. It snaked around to the book and snatched it right up from the hands of the younger warrior sibling, who only whined a bit. Also per the usual. The butt-book was carefully placed back where it belonged.
"I saw you horking down a slugburger just a moment ago. I would much prefer if you didn't touch my wares with your grubby hands... i-if that's okay."
"Goodness me, Noville," said Vambre. "You got good with that thing! Seems all the hard work paid off after all."
"Oh yeah?" He blushed a dark red immediately and gave a cheesy little thumbs-up. "That's high praise coming from you, Vambre. Learned from the best!"
"Think nothing of it. Show me some of those evil swords!" She grinned widely, making wiggly fingers at the book.
As her friend opened it up, she saw a lot of Magiswords she had never seen before. But they made her eager for adventure just by looking at the drawings. She dragged her gloved hand over one particular drawing, as if wishing it to become reality.
Her eyes grew along with her wicked smile.
"This one." She pointed at a very particular-looking sword. Its hilt was adorned with a skull design, and the blade was a twin blade. The grip was a dark crimson and the pommel had a firm triad of spikes encircling it. The thing looked unwieldy and clunky, but it made up for it with pure style. The drawing implied it buzzing with power, surrounded by a cloak of dark mist.
"Heeey, Vambre," piped up an exceedingly bored Prohyas. He peered over her shoulder. "What are you doing, you big boring bookish bore- oh, sweet monkey." His eyes widened at the ominous drawing in the book. He swallowed. "Th-that's a Magisword alright. What's it say? I'm too lazy to read."
"Dear brother, you are and remain truly impossible."
She picked him up with both hands and placed him besides herself, and together with Noville they read the text aloud.
Deep within the Creepy Crypts of Cursed Creations lay the mysterious Edge of the Lord Magisword. Sealed away deeply to keep anyone from ever laying their eyes upon it. For whoever holds it, shall bring doom upon everyone they hold dear.
"That. Sounds. Awesome." Vambre bit her lip, bouncing up and down gleefully.
Prohyas only raised an eyebrow and a finger. "Sis, I don't trust it. You know me, I love those things with my life. But you hold me dear, right? Don't bring doom upon me!"
"Oh, shush, you worrywart. What is the worst a silly ol' Magisword can do?" Vambre waved it off nonchalantly as ever. "I think it looks like the most gorgeous thing I have thusly ever laid my big maroon eyes upon. I say we should venture to that crypt, and get it."
Prohyas rubbed his chin, staring into the distance. He felt a weak hunger pang in his stomach, but tried to ignore it. "You ever notice we don't really have to deal with supreme evil all that much?" He said. "It's mostly jus' people tryna do their jobs and stuff, and petty bullies like Witch Way. Or weirdoes like Nohyas who just kinda... exist. As if the powers that be are trying to protect us from anything worse."
"Now that you mention it... I honestly never thought of that." Vambre looked down at the text, and stared at it for a while. It didn't align with anything they knew. It was true. Everything around their little world seemed perfectly decent.
They did not have a true villain. A moustache-twirling evildoer who wanted world domination and jail time for innocents. Yes, Nohyas had a moustache, and Glori probably hated their guts right about now. But a true villain didn't really exist. Most dungeons employed monsters who just kind of did their jobs. She thought of Grup, good ol' Grup.
Everything was a big grey area. It was just fine. Maybe a little too fine.
"I feel like that Magisword will tell us something we need to know to become true warriors, Prohyas." Vambre said noticably solemn as she prodded his chest. "I have an insatiable hunger in my heart for that ominously devilish Magisword."
"Yeah, and I have a hunger in my tum-tum. Let's go for another Slugburger-"
"Oh, you wee hen, come on now, you're usually the one who's excited about new Magiswords!"
"But Vambreeee," whined Prohyas. "I like the goofy ones! The ones that help us! This one looks like I'll cut my finger just by looking at it."
She pondered. The pathetic face of her brother gave her second thoughts. Maybe he was right.
Now, Prohyas was not stupid. He was a goof, and a bit of a hedonist, but definitely not stupid. He glanced upon the tome just before saying his last sentence, and could not help but feel concern.
It said something about a seed of evil.
"Och. Alright, I'll let you have your slugburger, you disgusting little man."
Immediately, Prohyas forgot all about his worries and bounced up and down with a gleeful smile. "All right! Seeyas, Noville!"
With that, the two of them left the store. A small helmeted frog hopped up next to Noville, who was just idly glancing at where they left.
"Dork!" said Helmut.
Noville groaned and lightly pushed the frog away with one finger. He sighed. "Yes. Yes, dork."