GI~Yawn, I'm back. Ok, here we go
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Faryl hit something sharp as she landed on her back on a cold dirt floor. Her life points had been cut in half by this object, "Eh...? Shoot, I already need to heal!" She knelt down and began healing, but nothing was happening, "Wh-what...!? I can't heal! Shit!"
As she swore a Quadav began to approach her- wait, it wasn't a quadav! It was five times the size and it was black! It roared and cast a large shadow over her.
"This... can't be good..." Faryl murmured, looking up at the beast. She stood up and groped around for what she had fallen on. Her fingers caressed a wide, sharp blade pulsing with magic, "Huh...? A sword...?" Her fingers were bleeding and throbbing, "Wait... It... hurts... The stone, the fall, my fingers... it all h- AH!"
The giant Quadav smacked at her with his huge hand, smacking her into a wall. Her body collapsed on to the ground, "Oh... Why... does it hurt...? It hurts so much..."
The Quadav approached her. The blade began to glow as it stood on its tip, revealing it to be engraved with symbols, shining with their own blue lights. The Quadav roared and backed away. The small amount of blood on the blade of the sword spread to all of the symbols, turning their lights to crimson.
The Quadav backed further away, as though being driven away by the magic of the blade. The sword burst into red light, and when it faded, the Quadav was gone.
"Wh-what...?" Faryl said, making herself stand up, "The blade saved me..."
The sword fell to the ground, the light immediately being extinguished, as though waiting to be used once more. Faryl made her way over to it and felt around for it's handle. Once she found the leathery grip, she lifted the long blade and found it very heavy, "WAAAAH! Why's it so heavy!?" The blade tipped her backwards, the connection between the sword and the ground jarred her all the way through her bones, "Eh... Ow..."
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Nimblesquirrel bent over the large hole in the middle of her home. A red light had flashed from it, but no sound or anything. Then all had become as it once was. Silent and dark and plain. He rose and turned away form the hole, "I will have to do a little research, it seems."
He removed himself form her Mog House and walked up to a Taru Taru sitting near her home, "Did you see or hear anything strange coming from this Mog House?"
The Taru turned her eyes to him. The name above her indicated she was Sylian, "Yes. I heard much and was waiting to see if the Mithran occupant came out."
"What did you hear!?"
"Well, she was, apparently, calling for her Moogle. Moogles are normally on time though, so it is not something I understand. There was a long silence, then more calling, then there was a loud crumbling or crshing sound accompanied by her yelling."
"What was she yelling during that sound!? Any words!?"
"Yes, but all that is was wa "What the heck!?". She never left the house."
Nimblesquirrel nodded, "I thank thee. You have helped me graciously. She is my... friend, and she has left the service area, but is still logged in."
"Could it be possible she closed the viewer incorrectly?"
"I suppose it's a possibility, but she would have been logged out by now. And she isn't."
"Good point. If you would like, I may be able to party with ya and help," Siliyan stood up, looking up into the face of the Galka.
"I don't see how it would hurt," Nimblesquirrel reasoned, inviting the Taru into his party.
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Faryl now sat on the ground, glaring at the blade through the darkness, "How can I use you if I can't even lift you. Seriously. It really doesn't help me any." She felt lonely in the hole, but wasn't sure where it went, because of the darkness, so decided to stay where she was for the time being.
The sword had stopped glowing, stopped shining, and overall done nothing since the Quadav had left. It was just there. A single piece of this whole puzzle. Then something hit Faryl.
Faryl had been eavesdropping on a conversation between two Samurais in full armor. They had been on awhile and she figured she may be able to get some useful information from them, but all she got was a legend. Something wouldn't let her stop listening though. It had intrigued her so much, she had to listen.
"I hear that somewhere in this game there is an ancient sword," the first had said.
"I, too, have heard that. It is said to bear the ancient language, but can only be wielded by one person and one person alone," the second had replied.
"I wonder who that person is and... why they would be chosen to wield it. I mean, for what reason?"
"I heard that when something endangers all the players on every server, the certain player will receive the sword and be able to travel freely to each server, but it would become their life until it was over and if they were killed in the game..."
They had stopped their conversation. It was as though the outcome would be too horrifying to imagine. Faryl had always wondered what would happen, but somehow she knew at this moment. The character would die in both the game and the real world.
She swallowed as she suddenly realized that the chosen person to save Vana'diel was... her...
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GI~Ok, finally there's a plot. xD Um... kinda a cliffhanger there...? ^^;;;;;
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Faryl hit something sharp as she landed on her back on a cold dirt floor. Her life points had been cut in half by this object, "Eh...? Shoot, I already need to heal!" She knelt down and began healing, but nothing was happening, "Wh-what...!? I can't heal! Shit!"
As she swore a Quadav began to approach her- wait, it wasn't a quadav! It was five times the size and it was black! It roared and cast a large shadow over her.
"This... can't be good..." Faryl murmured, looking up at the beast. She stood up and groped around for what she had fallen on. Her fingers caressed a wide, sharp blade pulsing with magic, "Huh...? A sword...?" Her fingers were bleeding and throbbing, "Wait... It... hurts... The stone, the fall, my fingers... it all h- AH!"
The giant Quadav smacked at her with his huge hand, smacking her into a wall. Her body collapsed on to the ground, "Oh... Why... does it hurt...? It hurts so much..."
The Quadav approached her. The blade began to glow as it stood on its tip, revealing it to be engraved with symbols, shining with their own blue lights. The Quadav roared and backed away. The small amount of blood on the blade of the sword spread to all of the symbols, turning their lights to crimson.
The Quadav backed further away, as though being driven away by the magic of the blade. The sword burst into red light, and when it faded, the Quadav was gone.
"Wh-what...?" Faryl said, making herself stand up, "The blade saved me..."
The sword fell to the ground, the light immediately being extinguished, as though waiting to be used once more. Faryl made her way over to it and felt around for it's handle. Once she found the leathery grip, she lifted the long blade and found it very heavy, "WAAAAH! Why's it so heavy!?" The blade tipped her backwards, the connection between the sword and the ground jarred her all the way through her bones, "Eh... Ow..."
~*~*~*~*~
Nimblesquirrel bent over the large hole in the middle of her home. A red light had flashed from it, but no sound or anything. Then all had become as it once was. Silent and dark and plain. He rose and turned away form the hole, "I will have to do a little research, it seems."
He removed himself form her Mog House and walked up to a Taru Taru sitting near her home, "Did you see or hear anything strange coming from this Mog House?"
The Taru turned her eyes to him. The name above her indicated she was Sylian, "Yes. I heard much and was waiting to see if the Mithran occupant came out."
"What did you hear!?"
"Well, she was, apparently, calling for her Moogle. Moogles are normally on time though, so it is not something I understand. There was a long silence, then more calling, then there was a loud crumbling or crshing sound accompanied by her yelling."
"What was she yelling during that sound!? Any words!?"
"Yes, but all that is was wa "What the heck!?". She never left the house."
Nimblesquirrel nodded, "I thank thee. You have helped me graciously. She is my... friend, and she has left the service area, but is still logged in."
"Could it be possible she closed the viewer incorrectly?"
"I suppose it's a possibility, but she would have been logged out by now. And she isn't."
"Good point. If you would like, I may be able to party with ya and help," Siliyan stood up, looking up into the face of the Galka.
"I don't see how it would hurt," Nimblesquirrel reasoned, inviting the Taru into his party.
~*~*~*~*~
Faryl now sat on the ground, glaring at the blade through the darkness, "How can I use you if I can't even lift you. Seriously. It really doesn't help me any." She felt lonely in the hole, but wasn't sure where it went, because of the darkness, so decided to stay where she was for the time being.
The sword had stopped glowing, stopped shining, and overall done nothing since the Quadav had left. It was just there. A single piece of this whole puzzle. Then something hit Faryl.
Faryl had been eavesdropping on a conversation between two Samurais in full armor. They had been on awhile and she figured she may be able to get some useful information from them, but all she got was a legend. Something wouldn't let her stop listening though. It had intrigued her so much, she had to listen.
"I hear that somewhere in this game there is an ancient sword," the first had said.
"I, too, have heard that. It is said to bear the ancient language, but can only be wielded by one person and one person alone," the second had replied.
"I wonder who that person is and... why they would be chosen to wield it. I mean, for what reason?"
"I heard that when something endangers all the players on every server, the certain player will receive the sword and be able to travel freely to each server, but it would become their life until it was over and if they were killed in the game..."
They had stopped their conversation. It was as though the outcome would be too horrifying to imagine. Faryl had always wondered what would happen, but somehow she knew at this moment. The character would die in both the game and the real world.
She swallowed as she suddenly realized that the chosen person to save Vana'diel was... her...
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GI~Ok, finally there's a plot. xD Um... kinda a cliffhanger there...? ^^;;;;;