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A clear day in Lyria. No one should assume it to stay that way, of course. The world was fiction; easy to manipulate by its creators. Rain could fall just about anytime, as could snow or hail. Especially if the element powered characters called for it. For now, the weather was warm, with plenty of sunshine to go around.
Someone taking advantage of the warmth was Spyte. She was a creature who despised the cold and was always weakened by it. Any amount of heat was more than welcome. The robed naga sat comfortably in front of her guild hall, her long body looking like a pile of thick, coiled rope. She had her arms folded over her chest and a thoughtful expression on her face. Leaning against a wall of the structure behind her was her Druid weapon: a handmade staff with a brilliant gem upon it.
She and her fellow guild members had been trapped in Phantasm Quest for quite some time. An exact number of days was unknown. It didn't matter, anyway. A guild had yet to free itself from the cursed RPG. Not many solved the mystery of how to reach the fabled kingdom in the sky. The Skyland Knights knew, though. Certain objects had to be acquired in order to get there. The questing required would take a long time... A very long time.
Spyte calmly sighed to herself and reached for her staff, using it as support to help her straighten up. She was considerably tall and quite intimidating. Vicky still couldn't believe the difference between her meek, small human form and this figure of her naga character. Sometimes, she wished she created something more human instead. As she often told herself: 'Too late for that now.'
So that she would still be exposed to the daylight, she slithered through the lush grass of her guild's territory, simply enjoying the morning. In the distance, there were low leveled creatures running about, not bold enough to approach the Skyland Knights. A single step near them and those critters would be obliterated.
There was business to attend to, but for now, she was relaxing like the rest of her companions. They would have to set out on their journeys once again. Very soon, in fact.
They couldn't stay here forever, right?
"That scroll... Where is that scroll?" she asked herself, a long fingernail scratching at her rough-skinned cheek. Thinking outloud was typical in real life, therefore in game. People often teased her about it and said it was a sign of insanity. Not much later did she remember the item to be on her bookshelf. Slithering all the way to her room was such a chore! A disadvantage she always cursed was her sluggishness.
Her eyes then began to search for someone to fetch that particular scroll for her. Out of everyone, Extalin would be the most willing. At the thought of him, she braced herself, expecting an out-of-nowhere attack of love...
Someone taking advantage of the warmth was Spyte. She was a creature who despised the cold and was always weakened by it. Any amount of heat was more than welcome. The robed naga sat comfortably in front of her guild hall, her long body looking like a pile of thick, coiled rope. She had her arms folded over her chest and a thoughtful expression on her face. Leaning against a wall of the structure behind her was her Druid weapon: a handmade staff with a brilliant gem upon it.
She and her fellow guild members had been trapped in Phantasm Quest for quite some time. An exact number of days was unknown. It didn't matter, anyway. A guild had yet to free itself from the cursed RPG. Not many solved the mystery of how to reach the fabled kingdom in the sky. The Skyland Knights knew, though. Certain objects had to be acquired in order to get there. The questing required would take a long time... A very long time.
Spyte calmly sighed to herself and reached for her staff, using it as support to help her straighten up. She was considerably tall and quite intimidating. Vicky still couldn't believe the difference between her meek, small human form and this figure of her naga character. Sometimes, she wished she created something more human instead. As she often told herself: 'Too late for that now.'
So that she would still be exposed to the daylight, she slithered through the lush grass of her guild's territory, simply enjoying the morning. In the distance, there were low leveled creatures running about, not bold enough to approach the Skyland Knights. A single step near them and those critters would be obliterated.
There was business to attend to, but for now, she was relaxing like the rest of her companions. They would have to set out on their journeys once again. Very soon, in fact.
They couldn't stay here forever, right?
"That scroll... Where is that scroll?" she asked herself, a long fingernail scratching at her rough-skinned cheek. Thinking outloud was typical in real life, therefore in game. People often teased her about it and said it was a sign of insanity. Not much later did she remember the item to be on her bookshelf. Slithering all the way to her room was such a chore! A disadvantage she always cursed was her sluggishness.
Her eyes then began to search for someone to fetch that particular scroll for her. Out of everyone, Extalin would be the most willing. At the thought of him, she braced herself, expecting an out-of-nowhere attack of love...