Post by Vexnir on Mar 21, 2004 21:48:31 GMT -5
Many plates of quarts sit beside Vexnir, laying on a rock. In his left hand was one, and in his right a strange sort of needle. When the needle touched the plate, it seemed like the needle was melting words into the plate.
"For some reason, I can not leave this dimension. Something has tied me to it. Oh well, I guess it has something to do with the spirits. I will have to train more, especially since I lost the swords. Until next time."
"For some reason, I can not leave this dimension. Something has tied me to it. Oh well, I guess it has something to do with the spirits. I will have to train more, especially since I lost the swords. Until next time."