Date: Sat, 1 Aug 1998 21:00:13 -1000 Subject: [ffml] [MW] Saved by the bell From: His Dark Lordship While the fortress is being worked on, Schala had taken her time to have many hikes in the gorgeous woodlands around it. One day, she is walking along. The fortress is near completetion. She finds her path leading to a small clearing today, with a babbling brook running through it. She kneels down and takes a few mouthfulls of the clean, delicious water. Feeling at ease, she lied down, staring at the clouds above. Time seems to lose meaning, she has no thoughts on how long she had been gone. And then, she darted up. "I could've sworn I heard something.." she thought to herself. After examining the area, she saw nothing. She lay down, someone more cautiously. She closes her eyes, but the sound becomes more clear. "Ku.." She knew the second part, and darted up, clutching her walking stick. The bushes rustled. "Come out and meet your end, you fuzzy rapists!" "Very well." came a deep voice. Several moogles, and three moogleboars, jumped from the bush. Schala jumped back and blasted them with a fireball. They seemed to precedent this, as they jumped out of the way the moment they saw the spark on her hand. She backed up again and this time prepared a meteor. Somewhat detered by this, she didn't notice the other moogleboar behind her until his fuzzy hand covered her mouth and put her in a sleeper hold. She passed out quickly. She woke up, bound to the grass. She sighed when she noticed she was still clothed. Apparantly, the moogles were preparing. This gave her chance to escape. She struggled with the ropes. "Damn." she thought. "Magically enhanced. Where are they getting this stuff?" Several of the moogles returned from the bushes. "Alright, Mystic. We'll give you a choice. Do you want to die being fucked or do you want us to do our rounds then let you leave?" Schala sighed. "I want you to leave." she said, finally. "Fine, we'll decide ourselves." said the lead moogle. He pulled out a knife and approached her, ready to slice off her robes. Schala couldn't believe this was happening. All her training, and THIS. She closed her eyes, and tried to think of things that would keep her mind away from this world, when he heard a yell. "Dammit! How dare you interrupt our Kupo'ing!" "Leaveth the lass alone, beasts!" "Charge him. He can't take all of us." She heard weapons clashings, and flesh ripping. Finally, three moogle voices gave out. "Fine, bastard. She's all yours." She heard some scampering, and footsteps approatching her. Two slashes, and she felt the strain on her arms lifted. Another two slices and she sat up, and opened her eyes. She looked at the short, green figure that stood before her. "You!" she managed to let out. "Alas, Schala. 'Tis mighty grande to gaze upon ye again. I hadst taken ye for dead." The figure wiped the blood off his sword and re-sheathed it. Schala finally decided to ask some questions. "Frog, what are you doing here?" "Twas simply travelling, when I heard a scream. Ye?" "I'm with an army opposed to the moogles." she said. "Ah, be that which I had just cleved." he looked at the beheaded Moogleboar. "Army, ye sayeth. Might I see this army?" "Sure." she said, finally. She got up, and headed into the woods. "Follow me." Someday, she would thank him.