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The Malefic Desert was especially harsh. Some members of Skyland Knights perished during the journey and the group as a whole barely obtained the piece of treasure involved with going back home. Spyte was crestfallen. As leader of the guild, she took the losses very hard. She didn't know what happened to them, either. Were they genuinely dead? Did they disappear to some other part of the game, that one might consider 'limbo'? Or, perhaps, they were sitting on the sidelines, waiting for the remaining guild members to free them!
Oh how she hoped it was the third idea.
As of now, she was coiled beside a gigantic book shelf, flipping through some pages of spells. The book was of no interest to her, honestly. It wasn't even relevant to her; she was a Druid, these were spells for a Cleric. She just wanted to distract herself in some way and the book she happened to choose was a spellbook of someone else's.
With a sigh, she pulled her hood over her head and went to actually read some of the descriptions. A snake-like tongue poked past her lips every so often as she read on. Now, she knew more about Clerics than she initially wanted to. Really, she should be plotting her next move from here. Spyte was in need of rest, though. The couple days ago, when they went through the desert... It fatigued her.
"We'll go to the forest next. That should be easy, and it's totally my element," she said aloud, to herself and anyone else who was listened. That someone being Alchemilla, probably. He--well, she--was the only one still in this insane quest with her.
Oh how she hoped it was the third idea.
As of now, she was coiled beside a gigantic book shelf, flipping through some pages of spells. The book was of no interest to her, honestly. It wasn't even relevant to her; she was a Druid, these were spells for a Cleric. She just wanted to distract herself in some way and the book she happened to choose was a spellbook of someone else's.
With a sigh, she pulled her hood over her head and went to actually read some of the descriptions. A snake-like tongue poked past her lips every so often as she read on. Now, she knew more about Clerics than she initially wanted to. Really, she should be plotting her next move from here. Spyte was in need of rest, though. The couple days ago, when they went through the desert... It fatigued her.
"We'll go to the forest next. That should be easy, and it's totally my element," she said aloud, to herself and anyone else who was listened. That someone being Alchemilla, probably. He--well, she--was the only one still in this insane quest with her.