GI~ Monday! No track todaaaaay!
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She stood up, "If I'm the chosen one, then I should be able to wield this sword. Time to give it another try!" She carefully felt around for the sword, finding it quickly. She grasped the handle and lifted upward, not expecting the sword to move as it did. She raised it above her head, the blade glowing a bright blue; lighting the hole to reveal a tunnel in front of her. She realized it had been pointing there the whole time. "Whoa! Cool..." She pointed the sword in front of her and proceeded into the tunnel.
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Nimblesquirrel and Siliyan went back into Faryl's mog house.
"Ah, so THIS was the crumbling sound..." Siliyan said in wonder.
"Apparently so..." Nimblesquirrel drawled on. Then there was a knock at the door and an elvaan character entered dressed in fishing clothes.
"Where's Faryl?" He said. Nimblesquirrel noticed the name above his head.
"Leech, eh? You know Faryl?"
"Yes, that I do. I sensed something was wrong. Then when I tried to send he a message, it was sent back saying she was no longer in the service area, but she was still signed on!"
"Yes. I know that," Nimblesquirrel replied.
Siliyan sent an invite to Leech, who quickly joined the party, "We will follow her into this hidden chamber, no?"
Nimblesquirrel nodded and jumped into the hole, followed by Leech and Siliyan. Then all landed on their feet and looked around through the darkness.
"Nothing. I can't see a thing!" Leech complained, looking around in the darkness.
"Do not fear, Elf, we will find our way somehow..." Nimblesquirrel said calmly, gazing in every direction.
Leech glared at where he though the Galka was, "Are you saying I'm scared!?" He spoke his words quickly and loudly.
"Oh, you're saying you're not?"
"I CERTAINLY AM NOT!"
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Faryl's ears twitched, picking up distant, echoing voices, "Leech? Nimblesquirrel...?"
She stopped, turning her blade back in the direction in which she had just come from, "You guys there?"
Nimblesquirrel, Leech, and Siliyan all turned their heads to the tunnel, seeing a small amount of blue light coming from it, hearing the distant voice of Faryl, "Faryl...?" Nimblesquirrel said, stepping closer to the tunnel.
"I'm over here! Come toward the light!"
Nimblesquirrel, Leech, and Siliyan dashed toward the light, coming upon Faryl quickly.
"Yay! It really is you!" Faryl chimed, jumping up and down.
"What happened to you Faryl? How did you get down here?" Nimblesquirrel inquired, stepping in front of a fuming and jealous Leech.
"My moogle wasn't there and WOOP! There went the floor with me along with it. I fell on this sword... My back is STILL sore from it. Then the sword fended off this HUGE Quadav... Then you came after I could actually weird this special sword."
Siliyan stepped up to Faryl, examing the sword, "What kind of blade is it? Let me check..." He checked Faryl's equipment, "Ancient Blade of Vana'diel...?" He closed the check and saw her class:
Vana'diel Savior
"What!?" Siliyan stepped back, "Vana'diel Savior!? I've NEVER seen that before!"
Leech and Nimblesquirrel checked, "No way..." Leech whispered, eyes wide.
"Eh...?" Faryl checked herself, "Ah! So the legend IS true!"
Nimblesquirrel looked at Faryl questioningly, "Legend...?"
Leech nodded, "You've never heard it...? The legend of the Sacred Blade?"
Nimblesquirrel frowned.
"Obviously not. Well, when the game was created there was always the fear that someone or something could hack into it or infect it with a virus. They weren't sure when or if it would happen, but they had to be prepared. They set a specific mog house up and whoever the occupant was would be drawn into a secret chamber in a time of need. The Sacred Blade was down there- the only weapon that could be used ot defeat the virus or hacker."
Nimblesqiurrel looked thoughtful, "So obviously... Faryl was the one in that house..."
"Exactly," Leech said, nodding.
"I'm cursed!" Faryl said, falling backward, but immediately wishing she hadn't, her back hurting once more, "Ow...."
"The only problem," Leech continued, "is that the game becomes this person's life so they cannot run way. Like their soul is drawn into their character. If they die in the game..." His voice faded out, thinking of the horrors.
Faryl sttod up, a look of depression on her face, "I die in the real world..."
"That just means we'll have to protect you!" Nimblesquirrel said, drawing his sword.
Siliyan drew her staff, "Indeed. I hope we can save down here."
"I'll test, hold on," Leech said, kneeling down. His save began and he interrupted it, "Yeah, we can."
"Good, let's go then!" Faryl announced, turning back around, pointing the glowing sword back in front of her, continuing on followed by her friends after being invited into the party by Siliyan.
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GI~ At least you know the full legend now! Hehe! This story is writing itself... o.o;
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She stood up, "If I'm the chosen one, then I should be able to wield this sword. Time to give it another try!" She carefully felt around for the sword, finding it quickly. She grasped the handle and lifted upward, not expecting the sword to move as it did. She raised it above her head, the blade glowing a bright blue; lighting the hole to reveal a tunnel in front of her. She realized it had been pointing there the whole time. "Whoa! Cool..." She pointed the sword in front of her and proceeded into the tunnel.
~*~*~*~*~
Nimblesquirrel and Siliyan went back into Faryl's mog house.
"Ah, so THIS was the crumbling sound..." Siliyan said in wonder.
"Apparently so..." Nimblesquirrel drawled on. Then there was a knock at the door and an elvaan character entered dressed in fishing clothes.
"Where's Faryl?" He said. Nimblesquirrel noticed the name above his head.
"Leech, eh? You know Faryl?"
"Yes, that I do. I sensed something was wrong. Then when I tried to send he a message, it was sent back saying she was no longer in the service area, but she was still signed on!"
"Yes. I know that," Nimblesquirrel replied.
Siliyan sent an invite to Leech, who quickly joined the party, "We will follow her into this hidden chamber, no?"
Nimblesquirrel nodded and jumped into the hole, followed by Leech and Siliyan. Then all landed on their feet and looked around through the darkness.
"Nothing. I can't see a thing!" Leech complained, looking around in the darkness.
"Do not fear, Elf, we will find our way somehow..." Nimblesquirrel said calmly, gazing in every direction.
Leech glared at where he though the Galka was, "Are you saying I'm scared!?" He spoke his words quickly and loudly.
"Oh, you're saying you're not?"
"I CERTAINLY AM NOT!"
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Faryl's ears twitched, picking up distant, echoing voices, "Leech? Nimblesquirrel...?"
She stopped, turning her blade back in the direction in which she had just come from, "You guys there?"
Nimblesquirrel, Leech, and Siliyan all turned their heads to the tunnel, seeing a small amount of blue light coming from it, hearing the distant voice of Faryl, "Faryl...?" Nimblesquirrel said, stepping closer to the tunnel.
"I'm over here! Come toward the light!"
Nimblesquirrel, Leech, and Siliyan dashed toward the light, coming upon Faryl quickly.
"Yay! It really is you!" Faryl chimed, jumping up and down.
"What happened to you Faryl? How did you get down here?" Nimblesquirrel inquired, stepping in front of a fuming and jealous Leech.
"My moogle wasn't there and WOOP! There went the floor with me along with it. I fell on this sword... My back is STILL sore from it. Then the sword fended off this HUGE Quadav... Then you came after I could actually weird this special sword."
Siliyan stepped up to Faryl, examing the sword, "What kind of blade is it? Let me check..." He checked Faryl's equipment, "Ancient Blade of Vana'diel...?" He closed the check and saw her class:
Vana'diel Savior
"What!?" Siliyan stepped back, "Vana'diel Savior!? I've NEVER seen that before!"
Leech and Nimblesquirrel checked, "No way..." Leech whispered, eyes wide.
"Eh...?" Faryl checked herself, "Ah! So the legend IS true!"
Nimblesquirrel looked at Faryl questioningly, "Legend...?"
Leech nodded, "You've never heard it...? The legend of the Sacred Blade?"
Nimblesquirrel frowned.
"Obviously not. Well, when the game was created there was always the fear that someone or something could hack into it or infect it with a virus. They weren't sure when or if it would happen, but they had to be prepared. They set a specific mog house up and whoever the occupant was would be drawn into a secret chamber in a time of need. The Sacred Blade was down there- the only weapon that could be used ot defeat the virus or hacker."
Nimblesqiurrel looked thoughtful, "So obviously... Faryl was the one in that house..."
"Exactly," Leech said, nodding.
"I'm cursed!" Faryl said, falling backward, but immediately wishing she hadn't, her back hurting once more, "Ow...."
"The only problem," Leech continued, "is that the game becomes this person's life so they cannot run way. Like their soul is drawn into their character. If they die in the game..." His voice faded out, thinking of the horrors.
Faryl sttod up, a look of depression on her face, "I die in the real world..."
"That just means we'll have to protect you!" Nimblesquirrel said, drawing his sword.
Siliyan drew her staff, "Indeed. I hope we can save down here."
"I'll test, hold on," Leech said, kneeling down. His save began and he interrupted it, "Yeah, we can."
"Good, let's go then!" Faryl announced, turning back around, pointing the glowing sword back in front of her, continuing on followed by her friends after being invited into the party by Siliyan.
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GI~ At least you know the full legend now! Hehe! This story is writing itself... o.o;